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Captain's Blog - 10.02.10
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Wed at 20:09 | Edit note | Delete
Turns out my last couple of blogs and messages haven't ended up on the internet, or even in your box. I want to blame Facebook for this, but there are strong chances that I've just been pressing the wrong buttons. Blame the technology, or blame the operator, it's up to you, but I'm going to try and make up for it now.

I've discovered a new Chinese takeaway, we were introduced by a friend last week, I'd like to say I was hesitant at first, but I wasn't, I was excited about the new possibilities, the new flavours, I'd been faced with temptation and I jumped into it with all the enthusiasm of a man faced with glorious temptation, and, my word, I enjoyed it. I do feel a little bad, me and my old takeaway were close, we'd been together a long time, they knew my order without me having to speak, they never left me hungry, they never complained about the weather, they didn't have to call back to check where my house was, we'd shared a lot, but, the belly is weak, sometimes it just needs a slightly different tasting curry sauce and crispier chips. Sometimes.

Last night was fandabidozy, I wasn't expecting so much, darkest February, Valentines looming, all those silly reasons people think of not to have a good time, but not you guys, nope, good times you wanted and good times you had; mosh-boshing in the pit, hipty-hoping in the middle floor, and cock-rockin' up the stairs. I saw the good times, so many different times of goodtimes, and it made my elbows feel fuzzy and warm and the corners of my mouth try to kiss my ears. That's a good thing, I think.

A special thanks to Ruth, for stepping in last minute to take control of camera duties, we think she did a good job, have a gander through the gallery and judge for yourself.

We might go for having more guest photo-monkeys in future, if any of you fancy it just let us know and we'll know that we can grab you on the night.

Next weeks top floor... Pancake Day Punk & Ska and Ska/Punk! - Can you believe it's been a month since the last one? I'm very excited about it, get your requests in now.

If you're bored tonight, Where's Mavis? recommends the Mad Ferret open mic night followed by £1/drink night at Method. If not, have fun doing whatever you're doing, try not to burn anything.

Feel free to use this note as a place to tell us anything, good or bad about Mavis, or just your life.

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Captain's Blog 27.01.10
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Wednesday, 27 January 2010 at 19:10 | Edit note | Delete
I write you a lovely little note every week, and yesterday I wrote a poem about pie.

It's about time you wrote me something.

(Thanks for last night it was ace, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with you, you smell like well bathed otter on a cloudy day, I like how your nostrils match.)

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Captain's Blog 20.01.10
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Wednesday, 20 January 2010 at 21:31 | Edit note | Delete
Well, I got home from Mavis last night, turned my rubbish car into my nice street (with the steering wheel, not a magic spell) and looked for a parking space. None.

The next street. None.

I had to park three streets away. Three streets! This only ever happens on a Tuesday night. What is it that makes the area around my house so popular on a Friday night? It's because I'm not there isn't it? My neighbours hate me so much that every week, as soon as I go to Mavis, they invite everybody they know round for a big street party, and then everyone gets drunk and has to leave their cars in my spaces.. MY SPACES.

Just because I like to race geese down the street at dawn on Sundays.

Whatever.

Last night was another grand one, on a personal note I had more fun than I have in ages DJing the old ska-punk on the top floor, and it warmed me elbow fuzz to see a good bunch of you skanking away to it. Well be doing that again sometime, rest assured. Jonny's bottom floor looked like a good old sweaty pit of joyful anger when I got down to see it, and Jamie seemed to be having a ball in the middle, despite us nicking his punkers some of the time.

Props to you, and you, and you, and you.

More big fun times next week, watch this space for the event invite and full details once I've written them out, probably tomorrow as I'm really quite hungry just now.

Have a grand weekend.

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Mavis Preston
Mavis Preston
No number.. but they'll be open all tonight or you can message them at http://www.facebook.com/methodpreston
20 January at 22:44 ·
Rachel Dunn
Rachel Dunn
Thankies :) xx
21 January at 19:19 ·
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Captain's Blog 13.01.10
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Wednesday, 13 January 2010 at 19:23 | Edit note | Delete
I'm pretty tired, and there's no good reason for this, I'm beginning to think that I do sleep aerobics while teaching advanced mathematics at night, it's the only explanation.

We opened a little late this week, and some of you ended up stood in the cold for a few minutes longer than you would have liked. I need to apologise for this, but it was unavoidable, we'd all set up and were having our Mavis Huddle (Give me an M, give me an A, give me a double Jagerbomb and a nipple massage...), when all of a sudden without warning, in through the window, a woodlands badger!

Little blighter started running round everywhere, played the quiz machine a bit, lost, ate all the electrics, did a tap-dance routine on the bar. We quite liked him, we'd have let him stay for the party, but would you believe it those EU Legimaniacs have passed a law against having badgers on licensed properties, unless the badger is Belgian and solves crimes, and this one was from Skelmersdale and was half way through an NVQ in plumbing. The girls who work the ground floor bar made some brave attempts to capture it using a humane trap they'd whipped up from the contents of their handbags and a lasso made from straws, the boys who work the top and bottom bars stood on tables waving their hands about and getting hysterical, the DJs and security lads went upstairs and played a game of Monopoly. Eventually another badger in a mini-skirt and knee high socks appeared at the fire escape, wiggled her arse and our pipe mending pest was off with his balls between his legs.

We've installed netting on the windows so it doesn't happen again.

Looked like everyone was having fun again last night, you moshed, and danced, and waltzed and twisted and made with the happies. Down in the pit particularly looked like a good one, full praise to Jonny and the Headbangers for a good team effort.

Classic / Cock Rock seemed to make a good few of you happy, how did you find it? Shall we do that one again up there?

Next week we're going all punk & ska etc up the stairs, and proper stuff, we can stick out some Pistols & Clash and all that goes with that, crack open some Dead Kennedys, indulge in the wonderful world of NoFX and Fat Wreck Chords, even go a bit Moon Ska, and onwards. Skankin' pogo good times. There will be Sublime. Start getting your requests in now so we can make sure we've got what you're looking for.

In the meantime, have yourself a good time, and remember, it's better to look a fool for a few days, than not to ask them out in the first place.

Three cheers for the fact I'm not sure how to end this blog. Hip hip....

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Patrick Sheridan-Ruddy
Patrick Sheridan-Ruddy
I won't be able to hear it but play King Prawn and Janus Stark please
14 January at 19:24 ·
James Perks
James Perks
Aww Yeah! I aint heard King Prawn since P-Rock went off the air!
14 January at 21:06 ·
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Captain's Blog - 06.01.10
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Wednesday, 06 January 2010 at 21:04 | Edit note | Delete
'Scientists have discovered the footprints of the first fish that walked on land.'

No. No they haven't.

Let's ignore my complete disbelief that a footprint can be identifiable millions of years after it was made, because I'm sure those fancy pants scientists in the big city have some ever-so-smart explanation for how something this unlikely could happen, it's still a ridiculous statement to make on the national serious news show.

First up, it's not a footprint, it's a finprint if anything. Second, and more importantly, let's think about this. You're a fish, you've spent all your life swimming round in salty water chasing smaller fish and avoiding bigger fish, as your parents did, as their parents did. This one morning, probably a Thursday, you take to looking at the sloped and muddy shore and thinking 'I wonder what's up there?'. You ponder for a while, absentmindedly chomping at anything that swims past your lips, not really paying full attention to the days hunt, while you dream of what wonders lie up the muddy ramp. Eventually, you go for it, you tense your fins up ready for the effort and launch yourself at the waters edge. A struggle ensues, you slip a few times, get a big lump of something unpleasant stuck up your left nostril, but eventually you make it up, out of the water, into the air, into the new world, the thing you'd only ever heard legend of before.. dry land.

What's the first thing you do? You want someone to see what you just did, what you just found, you want credit for this. You turn round, open your pouty little mouth and yell "Oi, Fred, you'll never guess what's up here? Rocks and shit!"

And Fred will understandably come flomping up the verge the same way you did, distorting your finprint with his clumsy fat limbs and stubby snout. Then comes Pete, and Jessica, and Norma, and the whole damn gang. Within an hour of the first impression all there is on the bank is a sludgy mess of prints that not even a mother could recognise, let alone some boffin a billion years later.

They haven't found a footprint of the first ever land walking fish, they've found the mark that was made when they dropped their cagoule the day before.

Yes.

Another good one last night, which I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting, a week after the new year, term not yet started, frozen rain falling from the sky, all friction banished from our lives, I thought it might be just us chickens sat their, playing music to ourselves.

But you guys did us proud, braved it all and filled the place up, you even kept dancing when it all got a bit ridiculous in the last hour, bravo to you people, bravo indeed.

Same again next week?

Oh, we're going to keep all 3 rooms open every week now, we quite like that top floor room, it's comfy, but we won't necessarily be doing the same thing in it every week, it's up to you guys really. What do you want? What's missing from your Mavis experience at the moment? What can we do, to make you happy?

Tell us, we like to know.

Have a great week, walk careful and build snow sculptures at every opportunity. x

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Trevor Hedges
Trevor Hedges
I'll third your ska /punk floor...
And if you could get hold of some emigrate and some nightwish for the metal floor twould be much appreciated, thank you muchly...
06 January at 21:34 ·
Stuart Hunt
Stuart Hunt
:D
I reckon one would go down well every so often! Theres a lot of us go for it when its on!
06 January at 21:34 ·
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Captain's Log 30.12.09
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Wednesday, 30 December 2009 at 18:08 | Edit note | Delete
"Don't worry" I say, "it won't be as busy as last week, you should be fine."

The poor stand-in door lad can't have known what hit him, two days before New Years Eve, cold night, he should have been able to get a bit of book reading in while he waited for the dedicated and bold to trickle in, or at very least thumb through a copy of Nuts.

But you just kept coming, filling the place up, getting the Jagerbombs in, waving yourselves around on the dancefloors, even doing a bit of jumping about, and managing to make it yet another 'Best Night Ever' at Method, and honestly the most fun I've had at work in a long time.

A really great end to what has been, if we're honest, a testing year for Mavis. I'm not going to start waxing lyrical for yet another week about how heart warming it is that you guys seem to have taken to the new home, and how great it is to see such a diverse range of people dancing to what is a more diverse range of music that we've been able to play in years, because you've heard it all before.

So I'll just say thanks again, and I hope you have an incredible New Year.

If you haven't made your mind up about what to do on the big night, and you like your music electro / dubsteppy, I'd like to recommend Beats of Rage vs Drop at Method. Beats of Rage rejuvenated The big New Year Bash when they basement raved all night a few years ago, and I promise you the atmosphere they get tomorrow night won't be matched anywhere in Preston. If you want to keep it rock, then you know the options. Whatever you do, remember that being with your friends and concentrating on the good times is more important than being utterly rendered and chasing tail.

I also recommend kissing everyone, indiscriminately, unless they say no.

Oh, how have you guys enjoyed the top room music policy the last two weeks? You want more of that kind of stuff, or do you want to see what other tricks we have in our cupboard?

Feel free to let us know how your year has been, and your plans and resolutions for the big 2010, it seems selfish I should write down the stuff in my head every week when you have stuff in yours too.

Whatever, have fun.

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