Monday, September 13, 2004
Brick Lane Festival
I dragged myself down to the Brick Lane festival yesterday afternoon. I make it soudn like a hard ship, I did actually want to go.
A bunch of interesting foods, and a few reasonable bands on offer, seemed enough to tempt me.
I was aiming to get down there for about midday, but had the most lazy Sunday; morning possibly on record. By the time I got to my friends flat at 3 (Yes, that is how lazy my morning had been) I discovered I needn't have been concerned, as th poeple I were planning to go with were still in a state of limited activity. It's like we had to travel far, their flat is on Brick Lane, pretty much a stones throw from the festival's heart. The shop below even managed to amass a quantity of dancing fools, by merely turning up the stereo of their repetative beats.
Anyway back to the flat, instead of rushing to leave and get to the excitement, we had to wait for Phoebe, who was trying to find some beetroot somewhere.
eventually she returned beetroot in hand, and...
No, we didn't quite leave yet, we had to make dinner first.
Actually dinner was quite good. Boiled beetroot with salt and marg (really good, I know it sounds rubbish), boiled potatoes, potato salad (homemade of course) cheese with cumin in it, salami and slalad, along with some sort of Swedish marinated Herring, that you serve with a kind of creme fraishe. It was really tasty, but the herring had a sort of jelly like texture, which put me off a little, but it tasted so good that I got over that quite quickly.
Anyway, eventually we did manage to leave the flat trundled on down to 93feet east, wher we saw a generic white rap band who although terriflyingly predictable and awful lyrics did manage to be entertaining. The fact that they had a real brass section, added to the interset as well.
I was a little disappointed not to have caught Pete Doherty or The Paddingtons, and a Ukele band that sounded interesting, but overall a fun little evening.
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A bunch of interesting foods, and a few reasonable bands on offer, seemed enough to tempt me.
I was aiming to get down there for about midday, but had the most lazy Sunday; morning possibly on record. By the time I got to my friends flat at 3 (Yes, that is how lazy my morning had been) I discovered I needn't have been concerned, as th poeple I were planning to go with were still in a state of limited activity. It's like we had to travel far, their flat is on Brick Lane, pretty much a stones throw from the festival's heart. The shop below even managed to amass a quantity of dancing fools, by merely turning up the stereo of their repetative beats.
Anyway back to the flat, instead of rushing to leave and get to the excitement, we had to wait for Phoebe, who was trying to find some beetroot somewhere.
eventually she returned beetroot in hand, and...
No, we didn't quite leave yet, we had to make dinner first.
Actually dinner was quite good. Boiled beetroot with salt and marg (really good, I know it sounds rubbish), boiled potatoes, potato salad (homemade of course) cheese with cumin in it, salami and slalad, along with some sort of Swedish marinated Herring, that you serve with a kind of creme fraishe. It was really tasty, but the herring had a sort of jelly like texture, which put me off a little, but it tasted so good that I got over that quite quickly.
Anyway, eventually we did manage to leave the flat trundled on down to 93feet east, wher we saw a generic white rap band who although terriflyingly predictable and awful lyrics did manage to be entertaining. The fact that they had a real brass section, added to the interset as well.
I was a little disappointed not to have caught Pete Doherty or The Paddingtons, and a Ukele band that sounded interesting, but overall a fun little evening.
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