Perverted by language
Jul. 28th, 2003 01:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezCatalogue, catalogue, catalogue. Probably not what most people would call an exciting weekend, but it's certainly been a voyage of discovery and opportunity for the sort of curious insight that people seem to expect from JH-R.
It would be churlish not to mention an evening of wit and wossname that descended into rancid drunkenness and ribaldry in honour of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naughtypixie and juliann braving the seemingly inescapable M25 force-field in their Mythic Taxi ("West of Swindon at this time of night? Yer 'avin a right larf, etc.") and setting up a base camp in the Downstairs Room Filled With Things. (As opposed to one of the Upstairs ditto.) Y'all didn't make me miss London at all. Not even slightly. Honest.
So anyway. Records. There's either another 50-odd to grind through, or 50-odd + Another Huge Box. Hopefully the latter, because I'm short at least one Astralasia 12" (Hashishin) and some New Order. On the up-side, I've discovered a set of things I never got around to playing - 'A gilded eternity' by Loop, for instance - cracking stuff that's not seen a gramophone in the (at least) ten years since I bought it; some fine records that haven't had an outing since I moved from Stable Cottage (1993, I think) such as the Orbital Peel Session, 'Chrome' by Catherine Wheel and Sugar's 'Beaster', and an amount of material that shows a certain lack of quality control... 'Just Buggin' by Whistle? What was I thinking?
It occurs to me that the contents of a record-pile will give away a lot about the personality of the owner. Thus it should come as no surprise that mine is as rambling and full of odd corners, welcome surprises and hidden depths as (say) Snowshill Manor...
It would be churlish not to mention an evening of wit and wossname that descended into rancid drunkenness and ribaldry in honour of
naughtypixie and juliann braving the seemingly inescapable M25 force-field in their Mythic Taxi ("West of Swindon at this time of night? Yer 'avin a right larf, etc.") and setting up a base camp in the Downstairs Room Filled With Things. (As opposed to one of the Upstairs ditto.) Y'all didn't make me miss London at all. Not even slightly. Honest.So anyway. Records. There's either another 50-odd to grind through, or 50-odd + Another Huge Box. Hopefully the latter, because I'm short at least one Astralasia 12" (Hashishin) and some New Order. On the up-side, I've discovered a set of things I never got around to playing - 'A gilded eternity' by Loop, for instance - cracking stuff that's not seen a gramophone in the (at least) ten years since I bought it; some fine records that haven't had an outing since I moved from Stable Cottage (1993, I think) such as the Orbital Peel Session, 'Chrome' by Catherine Wheel and Sugar's 'Beaster', and an amount of material that shows a certain lack of quality control... 'Just Buggin' by Whistle? What was I thinking?
It occurs to me that the contents of a record-pile will give away a lot about the personality of the owner. Thus it should come as no surprise that mine is as rambling and full of odd corners, welcome surprises and hidden depths as (say) Snowshill Manor...
