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overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Monday, May 12, 2003
Friday, May 09, 2003
Find a free Wireless Access Point in your area...
With this Wi-Fi locator site. Sadly there are only three listed in the UK at the moment. But that is about to change...
With this Wi-Fi locator site. Sadly there are only three listed in the UK at the moment. But that is about to change...
Sex at noon taxes...
Here is a site that has all the palindromes you'll ever need (words or sentences that read the same backwards as forwards). Here are some of my favourites:-
Elves seem to get a strong showing:
Bald elf fled lab
Elf farm raffle.
Flee elf!
The eternal questions:
Borrow or rob?
Can I attain a 'C'?
Deny a god, O gay Ned?
Do geese see god?
Hug a bared nun under a bag, uh?
The personal:
Dennis and Edna sinned.
"Delia was ill!", Lisa wailed.
Harass Sarah! or even Harass selfless Sarah!
Evade me, Dave.
Eve damned Eden
The weird:
Draw noses onward!
I prefer pi.
"Nurses run!" says sick Cissy as nurses run
The truth:
D: "Alas, no tips; I spit on salad!"
God damn! Mad dog.
Gods send a madness: dog.
And of course the crude:
Knob red, no wonder! Bonk.
My gym taxes sex at my gym.
No sex, or extra-wet Stewart xeroxes on!
Sex at noon taxes.
Here is a site that has all the palindromes you'll ever need (words or sentences that read the same backwards as forwards). Here are some of my favourites:-
Elves seem to get a strong showing:
Bald elf fled lab
Elf farm raffle.
Flee elf!
The eternal questions:
Borrow or rob?
Can I attain a 'C'?
Deny a god, O gay Ned?
Do geese see god?
Hug a bared nun under a bag, uh?
The personal:
Dennis and Edna sinned.
"Delia was ill!", Lisa wailed.
Harass Sarah! or even Harass selfless Sarah!
Evade me, Dave.
Eve damned Eden
The weird:
Draw noses onward!
I prefer pi.
"Nurses run!" says sick Cissy as nurses run
The truth:
D: "Alas, no tips; I spit on salad!"
God damn! Mad dog.
Gods send a madness: dog.
And of course the crude:
Knob red, no wonder! Bonk.
My gym taxes sex at my gym.
No sex, or extra-wet Stewart xeroxes on!
Sex at noon taxes.
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Shake Your Tail Feather...
INSERTED UPDATE: It's now the day after the post below. David, Ian, Jason, Billy, David, Adam, Paul, Jim, Steve et al were all there. I think we judge Darren's big opening as a success. A fun time we had. The place wasn't exactly packed but that is perhaps to be expected on the first night. Word will spread and I'm sure they'll be swinging from the rafters very soon. Darren choice of music was, as ever, masterfully - amply demonstratred by the fact that he even got my tired old bones on that dance floor at one point. I hope to see you all down there on the first Wednesday in June and every first Wednesday of the month thereafter.
Tonight is the opening night of Shake Your Tail Feather run by Boyz's pin-up DJ Juggy - known to his nearest and dearest as the gorgeous Darren. Darren played his hip, happening tunes at my 40th birthday party and he went down a storm (I thought I'd post a picture of Darren DJing at my party but now I've flicked through some of the pictures and actually seen what we got up to I've thought better of it! I wouldn't want to embarrass the guy tonight - his first big night!). Anyways, here's the promo:
You are invited to the opening night of SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER the retro-tastic club for hip chicks and cool cats. Two years after packing up his box of groovy tunes and heading south DJ Juggy Jones makes a welcome return to the capital with the re-launch of SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER on Wednesday 7th May (and then every first Wednesday of the month) at FLIP, 30 Lisle Street, WC2.
Juggy is sure to keep the dance floor grooving as he takes the crowd on a musical rollercoaster ride through the Sixties and Seventies, with his funky blend of Motown, Northern Soul, Funk and Rare Groove. Dance the night away to classics from Diana Ross and the Supremes, Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder, get down to rare soul from the vaults of Stax, Hi and Atlantic, and get on up to funky tunes from James Brown, The O'Jays and the Fatback Band.
It's What's In The Grooves That Counts
SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER
1st Wednesday of the month (commencing 07/05/03)
10pm - 2am
FLIP, 30 Lisle Street, London, WC2 (Leicester Sq underground)
Hope to see you there...
Juggy x
RSVP juggy@shakeyourtailfeather.co.uk
INSERTED UPDATE: It's now the day after the post below. David, Ian, Jason, Billy, David, Adam, Paul, Jim, Steve et al were all there. I think we judge Darren's big opening as a success. A fun time we had. The place wasn't exactly packed but that is perhaps to be expected on the first night. Word will spread and I'm sure they'll be swinging from the rafters very soon. Darren choice of music was, as ever, masterfully - amply demonstratred by the fact that he even got my tired old bones on that dance floor at one point. I hope to see you all down there on the first Wednesday in June and every first Wednesday of the month thereafter.
Tonight is the opening night of Shake Your Tail Feather run by Boyz's pin-up DJ Juggy - known to his nearest and dearest as the gorgeous Darren. Darren played his hip, happening tunes at my 40th birthday party and he went down a storm (I thought I'd post a picture of Darren DJing at my party but now I've flicked through some of the pictures and actually seen what we got up to I've thought better of it! I wouldn't want to embarrass the guy tonight - his first big night!). Anyways, here's the promo:
You are invited to the opening night of SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER the retro-tastic club for hip chicks and cool cats. Two years after packing up his box of groovy tunes and heading south DJ Juggy Jones makes a welcome return to the capital with the re-launch of SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER on Wednesday 7th May (and then every first Wednesday of the month) at FLIP, 30 Lisle Street, WC2.
Juggy is sure to keep the dance floor grooving as he takes the crowd on a musical rollercoaster ride through the Sixties and Seventies, with his funky blend of Motown, Northern Soul, Funk and Rare Groove. Dance the night away to classics from Diana Ross and the Supremes, Marvin Gaye and Stevie Wonder, get down to rare soul from the vaults of Stax, Hi and Atlantic, and get on up to funky tunes from James Brown, The O'Jays and the Fatback Band.
It's What's In The Grooves That Counts
SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHER
1st Wednesday of the month (commencing 07/05/03)
10pm - 2am
FLIP, 30 Lisle Street, London, WC2 (Leicester Sq underground)
Hope to see you there...
Juggy x
RSVP juggy@shakeyourtailfeather.co.uk
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Erasure...
It was with no small amount of nostalgia that Guy, Andy, Kevin and I attended the Astoria on Monday night to see Erasure perform live. Both Guy and I are 'big' fans having seen most, if not all, of their live concerts between us. And as the show was about to start we stood in the auditorium reminiscing about the costumes La Bell wore at this show or that. And how much we both loved to see them perform live. We weren't alone in that view either. The Astoria was heaving. Heaving with thirty-somethings (sorry Guy (28) but I lump you in with them too!) who all remembered Erasure from the good old days and had come to see their memories replayed for them. The atmosphere was very convivial as you might expect with utter strangers soon becoming complete acquaintances - swapping "my favourite song" lists and typical fan gossip "do you think Andy's really gay or is it all an act?" (pur-leese!!).
The set was an open Victorian 'front room' with pastel wall paper, standard lamp, a horned gramophone player and a 42" plasma screen in a gold frame on the wall (nice idea) that was to show video clips during the show. Vince's synths (and Dell laptop!) were set up on stage right and two microphone stands for the back singers on stage left. The centre was left clear for Andy. We took in the set and chatted about sets they'd used in the past. And we waited. Surely they would be on soon? It was now 8:10pm and the rest of the crowd was getting impatient. A few cheers and hand-claps did the rounds. Then suddenly the lights dimmed and the music started to thump and door at the back of the set opened. The crowd went wild.
At Compton's where we met up earlier for a drink we had survived no small amount of scour poured on us and even some degree of disbelief too? "Who? Erasure? Who are they, then? 1980's? Bit before my time, mate? Can you sing me one of their songs?" Well, by the end of the night it seemed we were singing ALL of their songs. The songs that you remember the lyrics of before you remember the title.
He was the baby of the class you know
He really didn't know that one and one was two
Two and two were four
The roar and wolf-whistles that greeted Andy and Vince was deafening. Andy was decked in a black Victorian mourning dress with a bussell and top hat. Vince was wearing a matching black suit with top hat.
When it's cold (When it's cold) outside (outside)
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame
The black hat and dress came off revealing a bodice, suspenders and shorts. Andy had obviously been working out. He was positively buffed. Guy went all gooey.
I'm building a wall
Everyday it's getting higher
This time I won't end up
Another victim of love
Andy's dancing was as "controversial" as ever. But it certainly was distinctive. Stripped now to just black shorts - what next? A Blue Savannah Thong? And sure enough right on cue...
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hours
In a restless world
On the open highway
An on stage costume change now to a brown and yellow leather hooped dress produced whoops from the audience. Did this man know no shame?
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
And then Erasure's "Pink Floyd" number... as they left the stage for another costume change during the 'five minute' instrumental. We went to the bar for drinks. It was almost an interval.
I've been getting used to all the crying
And the games that you play
And if I carry on I'm going to end up with a hole in my head
Back again in Miami Vice white suits and plain coloured T-shirts dancing and singing under the proud gaze (proud gays?) of ultraviolet lights. The crowd lovely it and singing at the top of their voices.
Take me I'm yours
Now I'm comin' up for air
I'm gonna live my time
For the rest of my life
Andy's microphone breaks down so he nestles in with the backing singers in true Supremes style. What a pro!
How can I explain
When there are few words I can choose
How can I explain
When words get broken
A slight tiff breaks out between Andy and Vince - the playback had started too early. Andy puts his foot down and makes Vince restart it. And then kisses him to apologize - much to the audience's delight. Andy then sings the opening bars from the ABBA Arrival song, "Everybody screams, when I kissed Mr Vince"
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I'll return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
A rash of synchronised dancing breaks out to that Christmas Cracker, Stop! Even Andy joined in.
We'll be together again
I've been waiting for a long time
We're gonna be we're gonna be
Together again
I've been connected to the right line
The crowd are singing and dancing along to every song now. Hands are waving in the air like they just... don't... care!
Oh love of my heart
Why leave me alone
I'm falling apart
No good on my own
A big cheer goes up for one of our favourites. Andy is drowned out by the crowd singing.
It's not the way you lead me
By the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes
Upon the bathroom floor
The boys go off stage. The crowd go wild for an encore. Minutes later they're back. We patiently stand through True Love Ways until we just can't wait for the song that we know will close the show...
I try to discover
A little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain
From breaking my heart
The light come up. It's over. More than A Little Respect to the boys for a great show. A vibrant night out and all over by ten too! Great for those thirty-somethings that have to get up for work tomorrow. We go home happy.
It was with no small amount of nostalgia that Guy, Andy, Kevin and I attended the Astoria on Monday night to see Erasure perform live. Both Guy and I are 'big' fans having seen most, if not all, of their live concerts between us. And as the show was about to start we stood in the auditorium reminiscing about the costumes La Bell wore at this show or that. And how much we both loved to see them perform live. We weren't alone in that view either. The Astoria was heaving. Heaving with thirty-somethings (sorry Guy (28) but I lump you in with them too!) who all remembered Erasure from the good old days and had come to see their memories replayed for them. The atmosphere was very convivial as you might expect with utter strangers soon becoming complete acquaintances - swapping "my favourite song" lists and typical fan gossip "do you think Andy's really gay or is it all an act?" (pur-leese!!).
The set was an open Victorian 'front room' with pastel wall paper, standard lamp, a horned gramophone player and a 42" plasma screen in a gold frame on the wall (nice idea) that was to show video clips during the show. Vince's synths (and Dell laptop!) were set up on stage right and two microphone stands for the back singers on stage left. The centre was left clear for Andy. We took in the set and chatted about sets they'd used in the past. And we waited. Surely they would be on soon? It was now 8:10pm and the rest of the crowd was getting impatient. A few cheers and hand-claps did the rounds. Then suddenly the lights dimmed and the music started to thump and door at the back of the set opened. The crowd went wild.
At Compton's where we met up earlier for a drink we had survived no small amount of scour poured on us and even some degree of disbelief too? "Who? Erasure? Who are they, then? 1980's? Bit before my time, mate? Can you sing me one of their songs?" Well, by the end of the night it seemed we were singing ALL of their songs. The songs that you remember the lyrics of before you remember the title.
He was the baby of the class you know
He really didn't know that one and one was two
Two and two were four
The roar and wolf-whistles that greeted Andy and Vince was deafening. Andy was decked in a black Victorian mourning dress with a bussell and top hat. Vince was wearing a matching black suit with top hat.
When it's cold (When it's cold) outside (outside)
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame
The black hat and dress came off revealing a bodice, suspenders and shorts. Andy had obviously been working out. He was positively buffed. Guy went all gooey.
I'm building a wall
Everyday it's getting higher
This time I won't end up
Another victim of love
Andy's dancing was as "controversial" as ever. But it certainly was distinctive. Stripped now to just black shorts - what next? A Blue Savannah Thong? And sure enough right on cue...
Somewhere 'cross the desert
Sometime in the early hours
In a restless world
On the open highway
An on stage costume change now to a brown and yellow leather hooped dress produced whoops from the audience. Did this man know no shame?
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
And then Erasure's "Pink Floyd" number... as they left the stage for another costume change during the 'five minute' instrumental. We went to the bar for drinks. It was almost an interval.
I've been getting used to all the crying
And the games that you play
And if I carry on I'm going to end up with a hole in my head
Back again in Miami Vice white suits and plain coloured T-shirts dancing and singing under the proud gaze (proud gays?) of ultraviolet lights. The crowd lovely it and singing at the top of their voices.
Take me I'm yours
Now I'm comin' up for air
I'm gonna live my time
For the rest of my life
Andy's microphone breaks down so he nestles in with the backing singers in true Supremes style. What a pro!
How can I explain
When there are few words I can choose
How can I explain
When words get broken
A slight tiff breaks out between Andy and Vince - the playback had started too early. Andy puts his foot down and makes Vince restart it. And then kisses him to apologize - much to the audience's delight. Andy then sings the opening bars from the ABBA Arrival song, "Everybody screams, when I kissed Mr Vince"
And the lovers that you sent for me
Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee
So I'll return them to the sender
And the note attached will read
A rash of synchronised dancing breaks out to that Christmas Cracker, Stop! Even Andy joined in.
We'll be together again
I've been waiting for a long time
We're gonna be we're gonna be
Together again
I've been connected to the right line
The crowd are singing and dancing along to every song now. Hands are waving in the air like they just... don't... care!
Oh love of my heart
Why leave me alone
I'm falling apart
No good on my own
A big cheer goes up for one of our favourites. Andy is drowned out by the crowd singing.
It's not the way you lead me
By the hand into the bedroom
It's not the way you throw your clothes
Upon the bathroom floor
The boys go off stage. The crowd go wild for an encore. Minutes later they're back. We patiently stand through True Love Ways until we just can't wait for the song that we know will close the show...
I try to discover
A little something to make me sweeter
Oh baby refrain
From breaking my heart
The light come up. It's over. More than A Little Respect to the boys for a great show. A vibrant night out and all over by ten too! Great for those thirty-somethings that have to get up for work tomorrow. We go home happy.
Kids or Druggies?...
Nice colours, pretty things moving about - so it's for pre-school kids, right? Right??!!
[Thanks to Guy for the link]
Nice colours, pretty things moving about - so it's for pre-school kids, right? Right??!!
[Thanks to Guy for the link]
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Chicago...
Mark and I took my Mum and Dad to the Adelphi Theatre in the The Strand yesterday afternoon to see a matinee performance of Chicago. I wasn't quite sure whether my Mum and Dad would like it. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I was going to like it either; knowing nothing about the plot or any of the songs except maybe one (well two as it turned out). I needn't have fretted though. They loved it. And so did I.
Chicago is a fantastic, energetic, sexy, well-performed and let's not forget funny piece of musical theatre. Great songs, great choreography and being so shamelessly show bis, it does what it says on the tin. Not that there wasn't some degree of post-modern winking for the sceptics too.
All That Jazz starts the show off in great style but despite the feeling that you've seen it all before - the energetic dancing, the black sexy tight-fitting clothes, the spread finger style, the bowler hats, the tableaux posing - it is just done so well. Within minutes everyone in the audience was smiling and clapping and singing to themselves or in some cases way out loud! We just knew from that moment on we were going to be in for a great show.
Now I'll not give away the story in case you've not seen it and might want to go yourself so suffice to say that despite the veneer it's a 'strong women' plot centring around two women taking control of their lives despite their rather dire predicament. Their competition for fame and fortune was at times funny and at times sad. But the master stroke of the production was the way the plot was allowed to develop through the music and lyrics rather than just the dialog. Each song progressed the story line rather than just being incidental. There were no "at this juncture she sings a pointless love song". There was no time to get bored. The pulsating rhythm of the narrative caught you up in it's current and dragged you along from each all-singing all-dancing number to the next. Pure class with a fantastic ending to boot.
After the show was over we went for coffee and spent over half an hour gushing about how good the show had been and how much we had all enjoyed it.
So our joint verdict: go see, go see, go see.
Mark and I took my Mum and Dad to the Adelphi Theatre in the The Strand yesterday afternoon to see a matinee performance of Chicago. I wasn't quite sure whether my Mum and Dad would like it. Hell, I wasn't even sure if I was going to like it either; knowing nothing about the plot or any of the songs except maybe one (well two as it turned out). I needn't have fretted though. They loved it. And so did I.
Chicago is a fantastic, energetic, sexy, well-performed and let's not forget funny piece of musical theatre. Great songs, great choreography and being so shamelessly show bis, it does what it says on the tin. Not that there wasn't some degree of post-modern winking for the sceptics too.
All That Jazz starts the show off in great style but despite the feeling that you've seen it all before - the energetic dancing, the black sexy tight-fitting clothes, the spread finger style, the bowler hats, the tableaux posing - it is just done so well. Within minutes everyone in the audience was smiling and clapping and singing to themselves or in some cases way out loud! We just knew from that moment on we were going to be in for a great show.
Now I'll not give away the story in case you've not seen it and might want to go yourself so suffice to say that despite the veneer it's a 'strong women' plot centring around two women taking control of their lives despite their rather dire predicament. Their competition for fame and fortune was at times funny and at times sad. But the master stroke of the production was the way the plot was allowed to develop through the music and lyrics rather than just the dialog. Each song progressed the story line rather than just being incidental. There were no "at this juncture she sings a pointless love song". There was no time to get bored. The pulsating rhythm of the narrative caught you up in it's current and dragged you along from each all-singing all-dancing number to the next. Pure class with a fantastic ending to boot.
After the show was over we went for coffee and spent over half an hour gushing about how good the show had been and how much we had all enjoyed it.
So our joint verdict: go see, go see, go see.
Friday, May 02, 2003
Tongue Twisters...
"Send toast to ten tense stout saints' ten tall tents" - and many other things to get your tongue round. My favourite is, "Eddie edited it".
"Send toast to ten tense stout saints' ten tall tents" - and many other things to get your tongue round. My favourite is, "Eddie edited it".
Baby Doll...
The lovely and talented Hanni has been setting Marc Almond poetry to music. It seems such an obvious thing to do I'm surprised La Almond ain't done it himself. Taken from The End Of New York you can listen to a sample of Hanni's handywork on Baby Doll. And we're promised more. Nice one, Hanni.
The lovely and talented Hanni has been setting Marc Almond poetry to music. It seems such an obvious thing to do I'm surprised La Almond ain't done it himself. Taken from The End Of New York you can listen to a sample of Hanni's handywork on Baby Doll. And we're promised more. Nice one, Hanni.
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Erasure...
This coming Bank Holiday Monday I'm going to see Erasure at the Astoria. Guy is going too. Only Guy has a spare ticket and he has asked me to post the following:
I have ONE spare ticket to see ERASURE with Jonce and I on BANK HOLIDAY MONDAY (5th) Astoria at 7pm
Face value £24 but will accept £15
Let me know
Guy
Drop Guy a line if you fancy coming along. It will be a lot of fun.
This coming Bank Holiday Monday I'm going to see Erasure at the Astoria. Guy is going too. Only Guy has a spare ticket and he has asked me to post the following:
I have ONE spare ticket to see ERASURE with Jonce and I on BANK HOLIDAY MONDAY (5th) Astoria at 7pm
Face value £24 but will accept £15
Let me know
Guy
Drop Guy a line if you fancy coming along. It will be a lot of fun.
Speed Demon...
Ever wondered exactly how fast your internet connect is? This is a nice little internet connection speedometer that will tell you.
Ever wondered exactly how fast your internet connect is? This is a nice little internet connection speedometer that will tell you.
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