Sunday, 26 August 2007

Scoobay!

I see you, baby...







Sunday August 27th: That's a relief. I hadn't read over last night's entry until just now. It was written after a trawl around some of All Saints Road's fine public houses. I was sincerely worried that I'd filed a load of maudlin, drunken twaddle, but there seems to be a common thread. Very faint at times but it's there.
So, I spent the afternoon at Notting Hill Carnival, wandering between sound systems. A round of applause, please for the DJ's of the Jeneration Sound who kept Powis Terrace roadblocked all day. It is a relief to finally sit down, as my feet have that dull ache, usually associated with spending the whole day two stepping and signalling the plane. And it was nice to see that Simon Says still drives a crowd of people insane when played at sufficient volume. I also learnt today that you never realise how long it's been since you've heard Oh No by Red Rat until you've been deafened by an air horn as the DJ drops it.
I, for one, will never again fall for the 'Kids Day' tag attached to Sunday at Carnival. The sheer number of grown women in attendance has made sure of that. There didn't seem to be any trouble, apart from one instance I saw of 'handbags at dawn' between two white teenagers. They drew a little crowd as they swung wildly at each other. I think even a couple of police stopped to watch.


I didn't see Dave there, though.



Just as the weather is beginning to clear, it looks like the storm clouds are beginning to brew above Gordon. The Times reports that a donation of £300,000 given to the Government by a group called Muslim Friends Of Labour will come under scrutiny. Strictly speaking, the dates would insinuate that the fault does not lie with the Prime Minister as the money was donated between March and June. He would seem to have inherited that one. Let us not forget that Blair had previous for this kind of thing. He was 'helping police with their enquiries' during the cash for honours scandal. Maybe this is another one of those things he neglected to tell Gordon. He's like a devious landlord who rents a house out to a trusting tennant without first telling them that there are a horde of vampire bats living in the attic. Maybe it slipped his mind....


Prince was at it again yesterday. Show # 11 opened with what 3121.com describes as a "rousing rendition of Planet Earth". It looks like the powers that be over there finally realised that it was impossible to keep images of the show off the internet (The camera ban was most definitely ignored on the first night) and posted official pictures of Friday's show on the frontpage. Marva King delivered her own version of The Rolling Stones Honky Tonk Woman, and once again Prince drew for The Long And Winding Road by The Beatles.
Backing singers Marva and Shelby made the after show jam their own, even finding time to cover Amy Winehouse's Love Is A Losing Game. After letting The Stones hold court in his kingdom this week, it looks like Prince may be about to reach even further into the catalogue of 150 songs he has locked and loaded...

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