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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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