Sharks and The Darkness Trouser Incident
Well I must say that this has been a most agreeable week. I have toured the length of the country on a promotional expedition for two things, firstly the wonderfully exciting website that I share with my eccentric friend Benji Ferrero, and secondly to research for my forthcoming book. (For those folks who have not already discovered the fantastic opportunities afforded by our website, just take a look right now at www.lazyway.co.uk and see what I mean.) My book is going to be on the subject of how to sell your property and making an absolute fortune. This is something that I am rather good at myself, and would have no hesitation in sharing my secrets as a bouyant property market does no harm to anyone. Certainly pays for an endless supply of claret!
Whilst passing through the quaint old port of Bristol on tuesday, my driver suggested that we stop off for a look at the Imax theatre down by the old quay. I am very glad we did as I certainly learnt a thing or two. Imax is quite a grand affair, probably two or three times the size of ones own personal cinema (but sadly without a bar or continental bistro) and it was showing a fascinating film about sharks, in 3D. Have a look here if you fancy http://www.sharks3d.com/ It is a fantastic film that I would thoroughly recommend to anyone. It highlights the plight of sharks worldwide and rather grimly points out that, thanks to human industrial expansion and the dining habits of eastern civilisations, many of these magnificent creatures are critically endangered. It is quite unbelievable to learn that sharks are ruthlessly caught from the ocean, their fins cut off, and then they are thrown back into the sea, still alive but no longer unable to swim or fend for themselves. And all in the name of sharks fin soup. Ghastly, utterly, disgusting. Don't ever order it in a restaurant.
Last evening one found oneself in yet another delightful old fishing village, namely the historic port of Plymouth in Devon where one enjoyed a rather exciting and somewhat noisy evening in the company of Justin Hawkins and chums The Darkness at Plymouth Pavillions. It was rather nice to catch up with Justin as he is a most charming and entertaining character, and the Darkness certainly appreciate fine claret and groovy fashions. In fact several numbers into their act, Justins rather fabulous flared trousers began to give way in a most embarrassing place. Within a few more bars the crotch had split wide open much to the amusement of brother Dan and other band members Ed and Richie. Justin, who in true rock tradition was not wearing any underwear, grinned and carried on with his hand covering the hole. I was just considering putting down my claret and popping back to the hotel to fetch a case of my own trousers (we share similar dress sense you see), when someone kindly provided a towel which Justin wrapped around his waist and carried on like the true professional that he is. We were all particularily amused by the fact that the pack of press photographers who had been hungrily snapping glamourous pictures throughout the first couple of numbers, had cleared off (presumably to the bar) at the point of the trouser incident and so missed the scoop front page photo of the year.
And as for the party that followed, well that is another story......
Have a good time, ALL the time!
Cheers
Aston
By the way in case you are a deaf mute albino cave dwelling amoeba type thing and have not heard about The Darkness, you can find out more about them here http://www.thedarknessrock.com/ as long as your cave has internet access. They are almost as good as sharks.
Dont forget you can follow the zany exploits of Aston Mc Talisker and Benji Ferrero at www.lazyway.co.uk
Whilst passing through the quaint old port of Bristol on tuesday, my driver suggested that we stop off for a look at the Imax theatre down by the old quay. I am very glad we did as I certainly learnt a thing or two. Imax is quite a grand affair, probably two or three times the size of ones own personal cinema (but sadly without a bar or continental bistro) and it was showing a fascinating film about sharks, in 3D. Have a look here if you fancy http://www.sharks3d.com/ It is a fantastic film that I would thoroughly recommend to anyone. It highlights the plight of sharks worldwide and rather grimly points out that, thanks to human industrial expansion and the dining habits of eastern civilisations, many of these magnificent creatures are critically endangered. It is quite unbelievable to learn that sharks are ruthlessly caught from the ocean, their fins cut off, and then they are thrown back into the sea, still alive but no longer unable to swim or fend for themselves. And all in the name of sharks fin soup. Ghastly, utterly, disgusting. Don't ever order it in a restaurant.
Last evening one found oneself in yet another delightful old fishing village, namely the historic port of Plymouth in Devon where one enjoyed a rather exciting and somewhat noisy evening in the company of Justin Hawkins and chums The Darkness at Plymouth Pavillions. It was rather nice to catch up with Justin as he is a most charming and entertaining character, and the Darkness certainly appreciate fine claret and groovy fashions. In fact several numbers into their act, Justins rather fabulous flared trousers began to give way in a most embarrassing place. Within a few more bars the crotch had split wide open much to the amusement of brother Dan and other band members Ed and Richie. Justin, who in true rock tradition was not wearing any underwear, grinned and carried on with his hand covering the hole. I was just considering putting down my claret and popping back to the hotel to fetch a case of my own trousers (we share similar dress sense you see), when someone kindly provided a towel which Justin wrapped around his waist and carried on like the true professional that he is. We were all particularily amused by the fact that the pack of press photographers who had been hungrily snapping glamourous pictures throughout the first couple of numbers, had cleared off (presumably to the bar) at the point of the trouser incident and so missed the scoop front page photo of the year.
And as for the party that followed, well that is another story......
Have a good time, ALL the time!
Cheers
Aston
By the way in case you are a deaf mute albino cave dwelling amoeba type thing and have not heard about The Darkness, you can find out more about them here http://www.thedarknessrock.com/ as long as your cave has internet access. They are almost as good as sharks.
Dont forget you can follow the zany exploits of Aston Mc Talisker and Benji Ferrero at www.lazyway.co.uk
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