Three or so weeks ago I was sat watching late night television with my sister looking up our favourite folk artists or various sites. We happened to go on to the official Seth Lakeman website, a well known folkie and a dab hand at his art, being brought up on folk music from his father since he was young.
As we surveyed the scene on the computer screen we happened to look on the tour dates and found that in mid July he was going to perform at Derby... at 'the Venue' club no less we both knew what this and it was not long before we had ordered tickets and with a short time we were putting on our coats and off to the gig with our mother who enjoyed folk also.
His music was played throughout our entire journey, drowning out the Sat Nav, but I knew Derby like the back of a cheese sandwich so it was alight.
Before you read on watch this you might have a taste for what he is like while performing... amazing I think you will agree.
We arrived at the event and watched the support act whose name was 'David Gibbs and the Pony Club' and I must say that David Gibbs had a good sense of humour, great songs, brilliant.
Seth Lakeman came on with his band, his burly bassist, his enthusiastic guitarist and... well... Seth Lakeman with his multi instrumentalist greatness. My sister Hannah made me promise to stand behind her when he came on because she might faint and I was glad she didn't topple over because then I would have to hold her up all night slumped over.
It... was... one... of... the greatest... gigs... I... have... ever... been...to. It was so atmospheric throughout. My favourite song was Kitty Jay. The violin and the fiddle apart from the guitar are the greatest instruments ever.
After they had finished their fast paced set they went off but we stamped, were yelled, we clapped until they came on again and played one more song. It was one of the most fantastic times I have been to, ever... no joke. If you don't know anything about Seth Lakeman then get into his music NOW. You will not be disappointed in the least.
In conclusion I went to a car festival during the weekend and I have no idea about cars but still went because it seemed to be a fun time. Here are some cars that I thought looked nice, taken by my brother. It's funny that I take all these pictures for my blog and I don't even own a camera... I really should to be honest.
I feel that I have not written a post for ages. After fulfilling one June goal by visiting Rasselas Morjan (in the previous post) it was time for me to transport all of my beloved books and films from Derby back to Leicester. Due to the need to put all of this stuff somewhere I was compelled to clear out the old bookcase with my old books from childhood and teenage years in order to update my passion for literature don't cha know.
I looked through my old books. There were about thirty goosebumps books that I had (some that I had already given to charity a few years before) that I cleared away. When I was younger I read these books like wildfire. From between the ages of six and thirteen my book obsessions were Goosebumps written by R. L Stine (is it a coincidence that his names sounds like Frankenstein?) and the Redwall series by Brian Jacques. After these book series I started to get into the gothic classics, weird tales and modern dark fantasy/ macabre fiction. I don't know why Harry Potter has never been a series that I have wanted to be picked up, just doesn't excite me as much as other books.
After I had put all of my more recently bought books onto my bookcase I was happy.
I went to Skegness with fellow consciousnesses called Dan, Rob, Jo, Munchy and Bean, staying at a seaside camp for a weekend and a day.
As night fell we had a barbeque on the beach. About three burgers for me please ...yum yum.
Morning came. When I woke up and clambered unkempt from my tent my taste buds were greeted with a taste smash on my tongue from an egg and bacon sandwich. It was after this mighty fine breakfast that we went down to the beach and set up the slip and slide, taking Fairy Liquid to make it slippery.
The above picture is Munchy sliding down to the sea like a man with no will to live. Funnily enough the fairly liquid had little effect because of the sand that caused painful friction on our bellies anyway... but cleverly we wore shirts most of the time sliding down.
That night we lighted a red glowy monster into the sky that one calls a Chinese lantern. We set off a firework to make Neptune happy... out of politeness really.
