A lazy sunday afternoon today. I've just had the most amazing breakfast/lunch/tea, made by yours truly for yours truly. Warm croissants, filled with scrambled egg and smoked salmon as well as grapefruit juice and black coffee. I am very very satisfied gastronomically. I am still recovering from the weekend I think. On friday night we queued outside Turnmills for 2 and a half hours to see Tiesto. The queue took ages to move and we were getting really pissed off so Sam, Ben and I hopped into a cab, intending to make our way to The End to see Dj Marky. As luck would have it, the cab stopped at a traffic light and I looked out to see a poster promoting a night at The Key which Felix da Housecat was headlining. We swiftly informed our clued-up cab driver about our change of plans and made our way to King's Cross. After a short wait of half an hour (yes, what is half an hour compared to 2.5 hrs?!), we entered what has to be one of London's best kept secrets (not from now on though!).....The Key was dark, dirty and sexy. And this is just the venue itself. There were 3 rooms, the main room was pumping with evil, squelching electro...from afar, it looked like one sweating, mass of limbs (up close, it was this and then some). The music was pumping and the crowd was loving it especially when Felix turned up and started dropping tunes in his strange way...his mixing wasn't great but his choice of choonage was pure driving,twisted electro/housey madness....I left after a bit cos it was too humid and the sound too loud (yes, I am turning into an old fart). The second room was packed too and the djs were playing some hybrid of funk/heavy metal I think...whatever it was, it wasn't good enough to entice me. But the third room, now that was something different altogether. From the time I entered the club till the time I left, everytime I stepped into the third room, I was overcome by a wave of energy. Humid and packed as it was, the crowd was loving the music...the djs played a variety of music spanning the entire spectrum of electro...from housey to new wavey to minimalist to breaks to hip hop-ish ( A very bumped-u housey mix of Snoop's Let's Get Blown was heard), the music just kept coming at ya. I had a grand total of 2 beers the entire night and only cos I was thirsty. The music was that good. Proper filthy, twisted electro....I think I've found my new love.
On a completely different matter, last night was the first time in ages that I've spent an awful long time in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. The matter burning itself into my mind? My future. So far, I've sent off a good few applications but I've had, more or less, no replies....time's a-ticking and if nothing promising happens in the next few weeks, it's back to Spore for me and I really really do not want that. Much as I'd like to be back with my family and some of my mates there, there really isn't very much else for me there. Ok, the food is bloody brilliant and we get loads of sun but honestly, I really don't think I'm quite ready for the sunny island, not just yet.......and yet, as the days go by, my return looks almost almost inevitable.....*sigh*