Tag: <span>West End</span>

For a while now I’ve been toying with attending a certain rather well known music festival. Highlights on TV are one thing but there isn’t anything quite like experiencing the atmosphere of these things first hand. This is also the reason that, unless there is an extremely good reason, ever attend a gig at the S.E.C.C. as it lacks one of the key components of live music, atmosphere.

I’ve pre-registered myself and will wait the day when tickets go on sale so i can, finally, haul my ass to Glastonbury.

I’m hoping that we’ll have sold the house by then!

Music is an important part of my life, always has been, and one thing I am already considering for when I move and get my own flat, is the location. How close to a reasonable gig venue is it?

I think of heading to the West of Glasgow, the West End preferably as that puts me within walking distance of Oran Mor and will offer me the opportunity to get some cheap (less than a tenner) tickets for gigs by people I might not have heard of. I may be romanticising slightly, of course, but I think it could be quite fun.

And when I go home, I’ll use my iPhone to turn on my Sonos sound system for even more music.

I don’t own it yet though, but I will. It’s crept up the list of “things I will need to buy when I move” and is very near the top, right after things like a bed, a microwave and maybe a sofa.

Mind you, given that I’ll be heading to Glastonbury, I should maybe leave a little room in my budget for a tent (or better still, leave a lot of room in my budget and do it in style!).

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On Saturday I found myself in a large department store in Glasgow. I was there to purchase a shirt, possibly two, to get me through the endless round of Christmas nights out, lunches and whatnot that will inevitably start to pile up towards the end of the year.

So I was looking for the smart/casual combination and as I wandered round I started to realise that I’m not style and, frankly dear reader, I never have been.

Don’t get me wrong, growing up I succumbed to the fashion senses of the day, I had a plastic, neon orange belt, neon pink and yellow socks (always worn with one colour on one foot, the other on the other), and the tartan effect jeans to go with them. I had a hypercolour t-shirt, a brightly coloured ski-jacket. Hell I even had a shellsuit at one point.

However even within the strict confines of school age fashion, I always tried to steer away from the norm and I guess it was back then that I discovered my own style.

Which is to say that I don’t really have one, other than that I won’t blindly follow what other people think look good, instead I’ll wear what I think looks good.

However, not having your own style leads to problems if, like me, you take cues from a variety of sources. This approach finds me in Converse skate shoes, jeans and an “independent” t-shirt one moment, and the next in brown leather slip-ons, dark jeans and a John Rocha shirt.

And it’s not that I mind this so much, I’m not style icon but I’m comfortable in what I wear, but I do look on at others with a distinct style with some envy. Walking around the West End of Glasgow (firmly in student land) confirmed just that, so many people with a strong sense of their own style, and there I sat feeling quite the middle-class corporate whore.

Perhaps it’s not envy of their style from which I suffer, but more the desire to make sure I’m not just another middle of the road person, that I too can make my mark.

I dunno.

Regardless I found myself circling the various departments and trying to make sure I bought things because I like them, and to hell with what anyone else things.

After all, I may not be stylish, but I do have style.

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Saturday night saw us out for a nice meal. It was a better meal than the one we had 12 years ago but the premise was the same.

We decided to head into Glasgow, so if the mood took us we could have a few drinks afterwards, however after a leisurely and delicious dinner we both agreed we’d just head home.

The restaurant is part of The Cottier, and is located in the top half of the old church. It’s a nice setting, for a homely restaurant that sits nicely between the more pretentious of Glasgow’s eateries and your standard pub grub.

The food was good even if the menu is rather restricted (only one kind of steak on offer), but a lovely bottle of Pinot Grigio made amends, as did the friendly service which, considering they were short staffed, was prompt. I guess I’d put it down as dependable choice, and £65 for the two of us (including the wine) gives as good an indication of the quality as I can convey.

In fact the only thing I can fault is the chairs. In keeping with the setting, the chairs in the restaurant are old chairs reclaimed from a church and, without any cushioning, a two hour meal was beginning to get a little uncomfortable.

It’s a little out of the road but has a bar on the ground floor so can happily be your one stop for the evening and, as it’s in the West End of Glasgow you get the usual eclectic mix of students and city types, with a nice relaxed atmosphere to go with it. Definitely somewhere I’d recommend for a nice relaxed dinner.

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Beauty and the Beast

Whilst not everyone’s cup of tea I have to admit I thoroughly enjoyed last night. It was intriguing to see how they would adapt the West End sized stage show for the relatively small King’s Theatre, but I have to say that bar some little glitches here and there, they pulled it off. Of course having seen the show before we knew what to expect but it was a different cast and a much different and lighter feel. The Beast was much more comically played, as was Gaston, but it suited the audience well as it was mainly comprised of kids. Vocally the songs become much more powerful than they are in the movie, with the Beasts character the most impressive (the “plate” can-can dancers in their stockings and bras were quite impressive too, certainly don’t recall them in the movie) but all the performers were more than capable, again the smaller stage of the King’s Theatre bringing both it’s own challenges and some advantages to the performers. On the whole, if you liked the Disney movie, you’ll love this show.

However – and I hate to spoil this with a moan – to the teachers of the primary school who sat in the two rows behind us, what were you thinking? Crisps?!! Why, in the name of Chip did you give them CRISPS!! The first twenty minutes were almost drowned out by a cacophony of rustling and crunching and munching. I’m sure the little dears could’ve lasted until the interval and if any of them feel in any way shape or form, traumatised by my shushing and glaring then tough!

The last time I was in the King’s Theatre was to see Bottom about 10 years ago, unfortunately I think that was the last time the theatre had any form of restoration work done on it as it was in a sad state of repair, which is a shame because it really is a wonderful old building, inside and out (see this shoddy photo from my mobile for an example of the interior). And of course being an old building it lacks certain things like air conditioning, or the ability to get fresh air into the auditorium, which on a balmy evening in Glasgow makes for a few hundred very hot and sweaty individuals, it was such a relief to get out in the FRESH air, if you know what I mean.

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