It's time for a KitKat after last Saturday's entertainment. I was half asleep when I went through the turnstiles at Selhurst Park for the match against Bristol City. We won the game comfortably by two goals to nil and we got three points. But the brave crew of 19 Electric films (purveyors of fine quality real life mini documentaries) got more. They got a lot more.
After scoring our second goal around the eighty five minute mark, the Bristol supporters suddenly got angry as they realised that the Palace fans were humans instead of sheep. Boy, did that piss 'em off! No new blood for them to breed with! Here's what actually happened when things got a bit shirty and remember - don't try this at home, kids. Music courtesy of Meg 'n' Jack.
It's good to see our hard earned taxpayer's cash going on police that actually try to put in a bit of effort for once, isn't it? I was wide awake by the end of the game and afterwards I went on to EC1 for the blogmeet.
Now, as a blogmeet, it was a disaster as only two of us turned up (and only one of the two is a blogger). But as a night out it was a success. We approached the venue to see all these on location trucks and horses that we soon found out were to be used in the new Terry Gilliam film. We had a brief chat with a few Stabilisers before they had to take the smallish but cosy stage and they took it by storm, but enough about this weekend's crappy weather. They did the business as per usual, with a special dedication of "Bendy Head" (much appreciated, gentlemen). Mind you, their version of Cliff's "Living Doll" was dreadful - they couldn't even get through the first verse.
Above: Papa Shango - the first cut is the deepest
More drinks afterwards as most of the band decided to pack up and call it a night, leaving Jon stuck with Stuie and myself to enjoy the mellow sounds of acoustic singer / songwriter Amy Fray. Voice of an angel, songs that I've heard somewhere before. We grabbed some fresh air outside where we saw two people dressed as if they were on their way to a Halloween party, one in a skull mask and white paper overalls and the other dressed as a second rate Screaming Jay Hawkins. We thought they were part of the film crew. Turns out they were essential members of Papa Shango, a good fun band and certainly worth a punt. With songs like "Love Sponge", "Nothing But The Boots" and "Shit On My Chest" along with a duelling stylophone stint, how can they not be anything but superb? Never knew I could still pogo at my age. If only more days were like this.
I'd like to personally thank that homeless guy for the croissant and chat about night buses on the way home to Morden - I ended up taking Shank's pony from there. The drink made me do it, your Honour.
