The morning after..

And im feeling a little worse for wear. Last night saw the first night of an event a group of us are running called Hit Back and bugger me is all i can say. Despite the locals in the venue continuously asking if we were officers of the law, everyone there was up for it, the tunes were pounding and the beer was free. Which partially explains my hangover. The main cause for it though was the afterparty. At our flat.
There must have been about 20 or so people piling into cabs to come to the gaff for more of the craic and bloody hell did we have it. The couches ended up sitting vertically for more dance space, more beer was drunk than at the pub im sure and the usual mysterious cigarette burns appeared throughout the flat which can only be a sign of good times had. Oh and did I mention in dont remember a thing? No, wait thats a lie. I do recall the uber drunk girl latching on to me and dragging me around the flat for somewhere to puke and pass out. I also now remember one of the boys using oversized brandy glasses to drink his guinness and about 10kgs of pistachio nuts being consumed. I have just seen the shells as evidence. Oi vey!

For your amusement

I heard that some of you lot were hanging for some new gossip or entertainment. So ill try.

Ive just returned from Brum for a trade convention where we managed to stay pretty drunk most of the time. Believe you me it helped relieve the boredom.
Hard Rock that way sports a second rate off the peg tonic suit as worn by Rick Butler, as well as some garb once sweat on by Spencer Davis. Couple it with dj allsorts and mass cheap booze and it was worth the slumming. With my work its all about the people and honestly without them id be i n a worse state. In saying that the ride back to the insulubrious Hilton at the NEC was an eye opener as to how badly the night had plateaued. You know when your pissed when you start singing, ney, screaming to Bon Jovi. I hang my head in shame.
Upon return from the show on sunday, I decided to start piecing together a rough semblance of a plan. I had heard during the show that one of the designers had quit, leaving the position open....oh did i mention im not satisfied with my current position? ill leave the rest to you.

Monday I took the day off for a supposed photo shoot at the Ace Cafe for some new, flash and glossy mag where they wanted the usual mods vs rockers scenario played out with the vehicles being the focus. So after being previously sold on the pros of the event by the photographer, Gary, fellow BISCL member and I head out there for the agreed time of 3pm. At 6pm the team started shooting. At 9, after having only 3 shots taken, were told were done with and thanks.
So another waste of a day off. I dont have photos either.

This week though sees me playing a part in a new night on the Holloway Road. 60s soul, rhythm and blues, jazz and boogaloo at the Herbert Chapman. Should be a good night. Hit Back! its called. Hopefully the first of many. Hopefully it will take the focus off the blues im feeling right now. you know its bad when you start singing Eric Clapton. ffs.

Anyways, the pic ive posted is me at our local pub with my best fake gameshow host smile on. Please ignore the fact that im wearing exactly the same as in the last pic. I do have a change of clothes i swear!

New School

Let me tell you a little about myself. Im Nick(voice of the people) the bubble. I was born in Perth in Western Australia and travelled back and forth to Nottingham in the UK right up until a few years ago when I decided to make the move to London.
I previously had a thing going promoting and running dance parties and raves (lets be sure not to confuse the two), as well as presenting a radio show on RTRfm in Perth for a couple of years. Doing that made me realise thats what i want to do with my life. Minus the assisted sleepless nights and lack of pay of course. So that was another reason for my travelling 12000 miles across the globe. Well, that and the parental units and my mums entire family. As time progressed, I realised drum and bass and hardcore werent getting the juices flowing. Luckily my other favourite type of music was Motown, so i started to listen to plenty of the stuff. Then I moved into soul, ska , boogaloo and jazz and started dressing more sartorically than i ever had before. To this day im not happy with my threads and you may often see me hunting for some decent schmutter in various places around London.

In 2004, roughly when the promoting and the show were kicking off, I met Geri. She is my definate better half and soul mate. She came with me on my journey for two years but alas has had to travel back to Perth. There is still a large part of me with her and I know that wherever I may be she is out there thinking about how she can keep me on the straight and narrow! heheheh

In 2005 I joined Bar Italia Scooter Club. Based in Soho, the club is there to accomodate anyone with a classic geared scooter or at least a love of them and we always have new and curious riders pop along and join our weekly rides. In August 2006, the mantle of President was handed over to myself by the founder and current President, Al. While the club remains true to its roots, we are branching out and making sure we get about nationwide with summer scooter rallies and weekenders in the pipelines. I couldnt do this without my trusty steed Rubi (1964 Vespa VBB2T with a PX 150 engine and 10 inch wheel conversion for you fellow vespisti), whos pics you will see as time progresses.

Right. Thats that out the way. Its 2007 and seeing as my last blog site cant be accessed, or deleted for that matter, ive decided to go and create a new one, complete with random pics and stupid thoughts for the day. Just like the last one!
to view the other, inferior and quite frankly disorganised blog (but with ace pictures), go to http://movin_and_groovin.blogspot.com

Enjoy the site and I hope to see you about sooner or later in one way shape or form.