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I've 'known' fellow forum member James since around 1999 or 2000, first bumped into him on Icrontic Forums and then at my other site, Bitbender Forums.
Over the weekend, James visited London. On route to Germany on a business trip. He'd managed to persuade the company he works for to let him have a short stay here before getting on wiv da serious shiznit in Germany.
So, I picked him up at Heathrow Airport around 9pm Friday evening, got him booked into digs at central Greenwich and then we managed to get a pint in at the Cutty Sark pub on the riverfront from 10.30 - 11pm.
Dropped him off at digs, went home.
I was wondering how the hell to entertain him when it occured to me the Hope Festival was on over the weekend, to be precise, Friday and Saturday. This festival is a very low scale event, held on a camp site in E. Sussex, near Bodiam Castle, on the first weekend of every June. It's basically a few bands playing in a Marquee and friends gathering, camping out, drinking beer, and sitting round wood fires talking a load of old toss
So, I thought - baptism by fire - let's take him there. I have two tents, two sleeping bags, so off we went. Nothing like immersing him in a field of strange music and drug crazed hippies to see how he reacts
He told me he enjoyed it, but as he lives in Staten Island, he may have just been humouring this whacko Brit oddball and just saying that to keep me happy. (But seriously, he assured me it wuz good )
I enjoyed it, I did suffer a hangover, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that James kept up with me and matched me pint for pint. Excellent
Coming up are some pix. James took some pix of me, I just hope the redness, scarring and swelling don't show up too much if he posts pix of me, cos all that stuff is certainly there following my, er, illness.
But, whatever, we'll have to wait til James gets back to New York from Germany for him to post any pix, if, indeed, he posts any pix at all.
So, to the pictures.
James standing by the burnt out Cutty Sark boat:
At Greenwich University buildings:
In central Greenwich:
We arrive at the festival, putting up tents, the well mannered US citizen:
Jason does roll an exceedingly good herbal cigarette:
Left to right: Unknown; Kate; Di; John; Jason:
Flakey Jake. Those of you who may recall the pix I posted of a celebration in the park may recognise him from there. He plays mostly Cajun music, has played in The States a lot, particularly in Memphis, he's a Brit:
Shakey Jake's violin player and slide guitar player. They played a lot of covers, Little Feat, JJ Cale, Bob Dylan, Eagles, Creedence, twas good And the slide geetar player was a genuwine yank
General view 01:
General view 02:
James took a shine to this dog:
The band Gnashville:
John & Jason:
Glenn Tilbrook performing. He was about the only 'name' performer there, he once fronted the band Squeeze. If you no heard of them, Google it, you probably will know at least two of his songs.
I do believe at this stage he was getting quite sozzled
And so, back to the tents, the camp fire:
Poser:
It gets cold at night:
Smokey:
Still smokey:
Over the weekend, James visited London. On route to Germany on a business trip. He'd managed to persuade the company he works for to let him have a short stay here before getting on wiv da serious shiznit in Germany.
So, I picked him up at Heathrow Airport around 9pm Friday evening, got him booked into digs at central Greenwich and then we managed to get a pint in at the Cutty Sark pub on the riverfront from 10.30 - 11pm.
Dropped him off at digs, went home.
I was wondering how the hell to entertain him when it occured to me the Hope Festival was on over the weekend, to be precise, Friday and Saturday. This festival is a very low scale event, held on a camp site in E. Sussex, near Bodiam Castle, on the first weekend of every June. It's basically a few bands playing in a Marquee and friends gathering, camping out, drinking beer, and sitting round wood fires talking a load of old toss
So, I thought - baptism by fire - let's take him there. I have two tents, two sleeping bags, so off we went. Nothing like immersing him in a field of strange music and drug crazed hippies to see how he reacts
He told me he enjoyed it, but as he lives in Staten Island, he may have just been humouring this whacko Brit oddball and just saying that to keep me happy. (But seriously, he assured me it wuz good
)I enjoyed it, I did suffer a hangover, and I was pleasantly surprised to see that James kept up with me and matched me pint for pint. Excellent
Coming up are some pix. James took some pix of me, I just hope the redness, scarring and swelling don't show up too much if he posts pix of me, cos all that stuff is certainly there following my, er, illness.
But, whatever, we'll have to wait til James gets back to New York from Germany for him to post any pix, if, indeed, he posts any pix at all.
So, to the pictures.
James standing by the burnt out Cutty Sark boat:
At Greenwich University buildings:
In central Greenwich:
We arrive at the festival, putting up tents, the well mannered US citizen:
Jason does roll an exceedingly good herbal cigarette:
Left to right: Unknown; Kate; Di; John; Jason:
Flakey Jake. Those of you who may recall the pix I posted of a celebration in the park may recognise him from there. He plays mostly Cajun music, has played in The States a lot, particularly in Memphis, he's a Brit:
Shakey Jake's violin player and slide guitar player. They played a lot of covers, Little Feat, JJ Cale, Bob Dylan, Eagles, Creedence, twas good
And the slide geetar player was a genuwine yank
General view 01:
General view 02:
James took a shine to this dog:
The band Gnashville:
John & Jason:
Glenn Tilbrook performing. He was about the only 'name' performer there, he once fronted the band Squeeze. If you no heard of them, Google it, you probably will know at least two of his songs.
I do believe at this stage he was getting quite sozzled
And so, back to the tents, the camp fire:
Poser:
It gets cold at night:
Smokey:
Still smokey:
so can't see the fun
