Mardy
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This is always the dream. Might need a bigger flat, mind.
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Still breaking my speakers in, but they’re a smashing bit of kit, especially as they’re so heavily discounted at the moment. For the price, they’re a fucking steal.
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There was a definite gleam in his eye when I went in there.
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Also, on the subject of vinyl, I went to my dealer this morning. He keeps all the stuff I want that's released when I'm abroad then I collect and pay for it all when I'm back. He had 14 albums for me this morning. Eye watering.
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Interesting Gnomicide, I was thinking about replacing my stylus but I've got a bit of spare cash, so might upgrade my system. Thinking of getting the Rega Planar 3 as a turntable and a pair of Q acoustics 3050 speakers. I reckon I'm on safe ground with the turntable, but anyone got any experience of those speakers? The reviews are really good, but as ever, I'd trust you lot more.
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Oh boy oh boy oh boy, the wonderful Stanley Brinks is coming to Ramsgate this summer. Properly excited
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Got to be Mick Head, surely? The chance to see him in a venue like that is not to be missed. I imagine it would be tremendous
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I just caved and bought tickets for the House of Love doing their debut album at the Roundhouse this Autumn. I rail against reformations, album gigs and the like, but at the end of the day, the thought of seeing Bickers back on stage doing his thing was too much of a pull for me.
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Yeah, I think you’re almost as far South East as me (I split my time between Moscow and Deal) Have you been to anything at the Quarterhouse in Folkestone? Seems to get some decent comedy there
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So far, for this summer, I've got tickets for Tim Key, Bedouine, The Burning Hell and Danny Baker (although he clashes with Orbital, both in margate on the same day, one of the odder clashes I've had to face in my life) And End Of The Road to round it all off
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No boozing in the queue, that way disaster lies. Once the tent is up, like the Queen launching a ship, we toast the tent with a shot of Russian vodka, shared with our neighbours
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Its so fucking clearly wednesday, not even up for discussion. You get in early doors, as soon as the gates open, tent pitched by 10, sitting outside the Cornish Arms, pint in the sunshine, watching every other poor fucker stagger in as you periodically turn to your drinking companions with the refrain 'ooof, wouldnt want to be arriving now. Poor bastards'. mooch around the site, noting what's changed, which stalls are 10 metres to the left of where they were last time, like the best, most interactive 3d game of 'spot the difference' ever. and all the time, you're getting updates from your mates, who's in, who's pitched, who's at which services, who's not set off yet. then, mid afternoon, the gathering begins. Friends you've not seen since the last Glastonbury, people who flown over, people you love, hugs, pints, catching up, laughter, more pints. The feeling that this is where you're meant to be, the feeling that right now, at this moment, there's nowhere else on the entire planet you'd rather be, giddy with excitement and anticipation. you can stick you fucking Sunday up your bollocks.
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Whole weekend was near as dammit perfect, great friends, plenty of laughs, and some sublime music as the cherry on the cake. Restored my faith in the festival after the trench warfare of 2016
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The Verve
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Rather Be-etle?
