Posts from 23rd October 2000

Oct 00

To lose one singer may be thought to be careless…

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To lose one singer may be thought to be careless… Jacqueline Abbott, Beautiful South singer has pulled out of their US tour for personal reasons. My days going to live gigs have pretty much wound up now, I’ve been crushed by the fat bloke in mosh pits, I’ve danced ironically to shit music (my ironic dance I later found out was much better than my “realy feeling the music and getting into it” dance which often brought out the gurn in me). That said I’ve never had a band, or a singer pull out on me. If they did – I would expect it to be for personal reasons. Its as bland and uncommunicative as the reason all bands split up: artistic differences.

Of course the Beautiful South are not what I would call the quintessential live band – for which read that their gigs are probably as uninspiring as their records. Nevertheless, a die hard fan may get suspicious about what exactly this band does to their lead, female singer. Ginger South left because of the objectional lyrics to ‘Perfect 10′ – which I never understood since – while it was a pretty lousy tune the lyrics were at least a plea for fat tolerance. To tempt Jacqueline into the band they had to offer her a grandstanding, showboating plod through Everybody’s Talkin’. There are many rumours about Paul Heaton, none of which I believe, but those singers drop like flies which suggest that not all is well in the state of the South. Shame.

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More on The Blue Posts: This time, the Rupert Street one which is pound for pound one of the best boozers in the area. Of course this is not exactly saying much. We are in the environs of Leicester Square and every spit you try out will hit a bad pub. Probably already covered in spit.

What is nice about this particular BP is its selection of beers, whilst not being a chain beer selling pub (ie like the Hogshead just round the corner). Its a pretty small pub, which like much of the irony in these things means it is rarely packed like sardines. The upstairs leaves a bit to be desired, there is s tiny bar up there which never seems to be open now – but downstairs is where it all happens. A good solid jukebox – with American Trilogy on it and the right kind of compilations to look challenging but be rewarding. Custom flickers as well, most people seem just to drink two or three pints then nick off. Nice for people watching – and the small size makes you quite likely to chat to some random punters.

Friday night they suffered under another Cider Armadillo attack from myself, Tom and Tim (who is being invited over here and his pub knowlege would certainly help round here). Tom took collateral damage whilst we just got increasingly pissed. Things happened afterwards which I am highly ashamed of – let’s just say that the Blue Posts – Rupert Street – is the kind of pub you can lose a whole night…