Man down.

Gym can be bad for you!
I have apparently suffered a minor hernia... whateva! I'm calling it a dodgy stomach. Although it does feel like I've been kicked in the balls. oooh TMI!

So it's going to be a quiet weekend for me, fortunately the rugby will keep me nicely occupied. I'm considering taking a drive somewhere out of London, but haven't decided where.

Apart from that, I've been pretty boring recently...oh... I did go to the Digital Music Awards.... oh... and saw Incubus last weekend... ok not so boring. :)

I didn't win tickets to Led Zeppelin unfortunately... (1,000,000 people registered for 20,000 tickets)

Before I sign off... here's a wicked video I found... the first minute is rubbish but trust me it gets better... it's amazing how much time some people seem to have on the hands?

Arrgh! Feb is kak!

I have mentioned this before but I want to go into a little more detail as to why Feb is by far the most painful month.

1.) It's been six months since you've felt the heat of the sun on your face- you are so over winter.
2.) You've booked a flight to SA, and all you can think of is home but there is over a month to go.
3.) You are undoubtedly broke, or at least tight for cash after the splurge of December which you denied all through Jan, but has hit home in Feb.
4.) Everyone else is feeling the same way, so there is an air of depression floating around.
5.) Nothing cool happens in Feb, all the bands are only playing in March at the earliest.
6.) You are bored of wearing the same clothes but can't justify buying anything new because you'll only get to wear them for a couple weeks at most. And you can't afford them.
7.) Super 14 starts but Sky doesn't show all the games.
8.) The daylight now coincides with when you leave work, which although sounds great means that all the tourists are traveling at the same time as the office commuters. If you don't know where you're going get out of the way, and for heaven's sake stand on the right of the escalators! (This is the typical attitude of a central London commuter.)
9.) You miss your mates.
10.) The best way you can spend you time is making lists of why Feb is kak.

For the readers in the UK, I have tickets to see Damien Rice and Razorlight which I won't be able to use since I'll be in SA. If you keen post a comment and I'll sell them to you for face value.

In company news the developers are trying to pull a move on us. They are trying to bleed us for a couple extra hundred quid for the changes that need to be done. I'm not all that bothered about the money, it's just the principle of it, and the delay it's gonna cause.

Snow Patrol

So last night myself and a couple mates went off to Wembley Arena to see Snow Patrol. I had spent the previous two days listening to there last two albums non-stop, and I was extremely amped to see them.
Firstly Wembley is far, and in a part of London none of us have ever really spent much time in. A few warm-up drinks in a pub helped shake off the post-work daze, then off to the venue.
Imagine Standard Bank Arena, that's Wembley and for gigs like this has a capacity of around 10 000 people. The venue is non-smoking and there was no coat check which was a real bugger as it is hovering around zero degrees outside and there was nowhere to put our jerseys and coats.
The first 3 songs were kak! I knew and loved the songs but they didn't have the sound right and it sounded like the lead singer hadn't warmed up. Fortunately it got better and better with every song after that. If you click on the camera button under the map on the right of the screen you can see one of the photo's I took. My poor little camera on my phone really struggles when it comes to zooming!
So all in all a good gig- didn't blow my mind, and I really believe that Snow Patrol would be better in a smaller venue.

Paolo Nutini, The Days, Munich

Word honeys!

Writing with a minor headache today after seeing Paolo Nutini last night. Excellent concert, and the kid is only 19. An added bonus was the number of exquisite women at the concert- groupies, every one of them I tell you!

More interestingly was his support act, a young group called 'The Days'. They were outstanding, kinda Razorlight with Madness influences. They've just been signed by Atlantic records and are releasing their album early next year. I'm sooo gonna get it. So when these guys are the next big thing, just remember where you heard it first! Have a listen to a couple of their songs on their myspace page, they rock.

There's no letting up with the partying for me I'm afraid. Got a corporate 'hobnobbing' event this evening so no doubt the beer will be flowing. Then a web 2.0 get together on Friday so I can rub shoulders with some people who should be able to teach me things which will be useful for my startup. Then next week I'm off to Munich! It's our company Christmas party so I am flying over from Tuesday to Saturday- cool! The following week is the Lycos Christmas party in London, and I'm going to see Snowpatrol.
Then Christmas and New Year- Dublin baby.

Yip, I'm enjoying being me!

When I'm 65...

... I wanna be a rock star.

Last night I went go see Rodriguez thanks to my mate Pap winning tickets and taking me along. The venue was 'intimate' to say the least, and we stood about 6 feet from the man himself. I have discovered that Rodriguez is almost unknown outside of South Africa, and at one point it was thought that he was dead. This site gives you an idea of what I'm talking about.

Anyway- the aging hippie was helped on stage where he played his music with a lot of help from this band who really carried every song. It really wasn't bad going for someone his age, and you can tell he doesn't perform that often as he often forgets where the mic is, and every now and then seems to forget where in the song he is. This did not detract from the enjoyment of the performance, and we watched in amazement- an old man having a whale of time.

I got the sense that during his prime Rodriguez didn't experience the fame that he now enjoys, and it really must be overwhelming. I must be honest and say I did spend most of the evening hoping that he wasn't about to drop dead. However he soldiered on, completed his set and still managed to mingle with the crowd afterwards. Despite the rest of the world not knowing who the hell he is, South Africans think he is a legend, and I can count myself as one of them.

" I wonder how many times you've been had
And I wonder how many plans have gone bad
I wonder how many times you had sex
I wonder do you know who'll be next
I wonder l wonder wonder I do"