Busy, busy, busy
5 July 2004 19:29![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mandragoraIt's been a pretty hectic weekend. Friday I went to a ball. It was a lawyers' ball, unfortunately, but actually ended up being better than expected. The speeches were not bad at all (although one of them dragged on a bit). Much hilarity was had over the impending closure of Bow Street Magistrates Court, which is quite probably the most famous Magistrates Court in Britain. The luminaries who have appeared in its dock range from Oscar Wilde (poor Oscar), Dr Crippen, Roger Casement, William Joyce (Lord Haw Haw), General Pinochet and the Kray twins.
But notwithstanding this rich history it has been decided that Bow Street Must Go in the name of Progress. Needless to say the people making this decision are Government bureaucrats who have no soul. The lawyers I know are gutted. Why? Well, you see Bow Street is in Covent Garden, and, there's the shopping...
And what is poor Bow Street's ignominius fate? Why to be a hotel, of course. But not to worry, the court staff will be catered for. The Chief Magistrate will become the concierge and Mr, er, X will be in Charge of the Toilets. There was much speculation as to what the toilets should be renamed... ;)
Saturday I hit the shops (bought a lovely new pink coat) before meeting a couple of friends for a concert, starring Kanda Bongo Man who is from the Democratic Republic of Congo and is known for his Congolese Soukous, the popular guitar music of Central and East Africa. He strutted onto stage respendent in a white three piece suit and panama hat and *rocked*. The music was almost hypnotic in its rhythmic intensity and it was impossible not to dance. He had one back-up dancer, a lovely and *very* flexible woman who shook her beautifully shaped booty. A lot. At one point one of my friends, Harry, muttered something about her being very flexible. I laughed, and said that I thought he meant 'sexual'. Because, wow, was she ever.
In summary, if you wanna shake your booty I definitely recommend the Kanda Bongo Man. You'll be shaking all night long. ;)
Yesterday I went shopping with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stageira, who was in a fever of excitement for the forthcoming Greece/Portugal European Cup Final. Ah, bless *g*. I dragged her to a local retail park 'cos I wanted some new bedlined and a handheld mixer (the food processor is great, but sometimes you just want something simple rather than faffing around with the food processor). I caught up with some work in the afternoon and then in the evening... Ironing. And yet more ironing. And did I mention the ironing? God, I hate ironing!
But notwithstanding this rich history it has been decided that Bow Street Must Go in the name of Progress. Needless to say the people making this decision are Government bureaucrats who have no soul. The lawyers I know are gutted. Why? Well, you see Bow Street is in Covent Garden, and, there's the shopping...
And what is poor Bow Street's ignominius fate? Why to be a hotel, of course. But not to worry, the court staff will be catered for. The Chief Magistrate will become the concierge and Mr, er, X will be in Charge of the Toilets. There was much speculation as to what the toilets should be renamed... ;)
Saturday I hit the shops (bought a lovely new pink coat) before meeting a couple of friends for a concert, starring Kanda Bongo Man who is from the Democratic Republic of Congo and is known for his Congolese Soukous, the popular guitar music of Central and East Africa. He strutted onto stage respendent in a white three piece suit and panama hat and *rocked*. The music was almost hypnotic in its rhythmic intensity and it was impossible not to dance. He had one back-up dancer, a lovely and *very* flexible woman who shook her beautifully shaped booty. A lot. At one point one of my friends, Harry, muttered something about her being very flexible. I laughed, and said that I thought he meant 'sexual'. Because, wow, was she ever.
In summary, if you wanna shake your booty I definitely recommend the Kanda Bongo Man. You'll be shaking all night long. ;)
Yesterday I went shopping with
stageira, who was in a fever of excitement for the forthcoming Greece/Portugal European Cup Final. Ah, bless *g*. I dragged her to a local retail park 'cos I wanted some new bedlined and a handheld mixer (the food processor is great, but sometimes you just want something simple rather than faffing around with the food processor). I caught up with some work in the afternoon and then in the evening... Ironing. And yet more ironing. And did I mention the ironing? God, I hate ironing!
