So, Should I fly to London in late February to attend the Killing Joke Anniversary Shows at the Shepherds Bush Empire....?

Well, here's the deal. When i first heard about the shows, I sighed balefully to myself, figuriing it would be an impossibility, what with the baby and all that. I also hoped they'd come tour over hear again and left it at that. Then, last week, my wife informs me that her company (for whom she works two days a week these days) has asked her to attend a convention in London in March, which would leave me alone with the baby for about four or five days. She thinks it would be a good idea for her to go, but she feels bad for me. I say, "hey, it's no problem if you maybe you let me go for a few days in February to London to see the `Joke." She agrees. So, I'm off the leash, so to speak.

Now, it's a matter of tickets, air-fare (which'll be steep) and accomodations. The first problem and the last problem aren't realy problems, but it'll still be expensive regardless. But, with the wife bringing up the notion of a second child last night (prompting a veritable spit-take from yours truly), i figure I MIGHT AS WELL go to London and get drunk with the `Joke....while I fuckin' can!. We'll see.

Check out www.killingjoke.com

I just saw a special on American Airlines JFK to London, $241.

is it really a reunion since they played not more than two CMJs ago?

it's not a reunion, Stence, it's an Anniversary. 25 years (though i believe it's actually a year late, but y'know...whatever).

yeah, start a fap thread (and start it on ile though it doesn't matter) around that time if you come along.

* sorry, I couldn't resist. I gotta be me.

Youth will probably be there, I'd wager.

Oh is there some bad blood there then? I didn't know - what's all that about?

I was approached earlier in the year by Raven to interview Big Paul for the purposes of a book commemorating their 25th Anniversary (who knows if it'll ever see the light of day). It'd be nice if fuckin' Jaz read it and the pair of them mended fences, but I'm not holding my breath (tho', it'd be nice to take that credit!)

(and without having to go to ILE) *ducks again*

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like hstencil said, European airfare is really cheap right now (tho you have to add the UK air tax to the advertised price). the expensive part is when you get there.

Taken in Prague LAST NIGHT! I am SO psyched for these shows later this week.

Stay tuned, if interested.

alas i am not in town this weekend

Typing at you from an internet cafe in.....fuck, where am I? Why is London so fucking confusing? In any case, I'm somewhere near the Embankment tube stop, killing time before meeting the TIMElords (I must put in at least cameo appearance at the magazine's London bureau). First of the two `Joke shows last night. Still exceptionally hungover, still fighting jetlag and now very hard of hearing, but suffice to say, it was a religious experience. No surprise guests, but airrings of "Are You Receiving?", "Song and Dance", "The Padys Are Coming", "Darkness Before Dawn" made the entire endeavor exceptionally worthwhile. I even threw concerns about my ever-advancing thirty-seven years to the four winds and hoisted my wobbly, ever-expanding frame up and aloft -- amidst the sweaty heads and dubious hair-styles of the front trenchs, where I'd summarily
be plucked from the skies like a ripe fruit by the security bouncers and tossed back into the roiling, gaping maw of savagery.

Pics to follow....

No worries about Brit ILX folks not drinking avec moi this evening, as my duties as needless lippy bastard are required by the mothership (i.e. the Gathering...sort've a geekier ILM, only we exclusively discuss Killing Joke. Mmmmm Mmmm...sounds appealing, don't it?) But thanks anyway. If anyone's feeling especially bold, though, please feel free to stop by a place called the Goldhawk Tavern (or is it the GoldEN Hawk tavern? Not sure)where m'self and gaggle of similarly-inclined Killing Joke fans will be drinking...although probably not as heavily and as irresponsibly as last night. I'd normally say: "i'll be the one in the Killing Joke shirt," but that won't really help you in this particular instance. Otherwise, I'll be the one embarassing himself by dropping a full pint of beer in front of some important and/or impressive person, splattering the leg (I did this *AGAIN* last night...please someone come and stop and/or kill me).

Anyway, cheerz......

notting hill < 7 minutes from TCR tube. how soon they forget...

> Goldhawk Tavern

that's about a 50 yard detour from my walk home. i might pop my head in. KJ t-shirt you say? shouldn't be hard...

Also, fuck you alex for living my wet dream and seeing killing joke in london.

alex are you still around tomorrow (=sat?)

(though i guess that's what you get for not posting on ilm for like 17 months)

(i woulda met up if if i'd seen this in time)

Good lord am I fucking tired. Yeah, this is another long one, but gimme a break. And there are pics at the bottom.

Alex Back in NYC reporting once again for Active Duty.

Got in this morning. My flight was chock-full of THREE British high school classes combined on their way to a big communal visit to NYC. It was like flying over the Atlantic in a massive fucking school bus. Mr.inNYC was NOT at all pleased. They were fine, though, for the most part. On the way off the plane, who should be greeting me as I cross the threshold but Mr.RICHARD BRANSON, VIRGIN CEO himself! Actually shook the man's hand. Stranger than fiction.

....and then things got shitty again.

I was pulled over -- quite unexpectedly and frustratingly inexplicably -- by U.S. CUSTOMS. That's right, MY OWN FUCKING COUNTRY decided that it needed to have a little chatty-chat with me. Going through the motions at the custom's gate, the decidedly unsmiling man behind the desk drew a BIG YELLOW LINE down my declaration card and told me to "see the gate clerk." Not clued in that something was up, said clerk said "go see Number 15!". Okay. I walk over to Number Fifteen (despite the good-natured entreaties of clearly bored Number Sixteen, a jovial black gent). Oh no, I went with equally unsmiling Number Fifteen, a true jarhead with a buzzcut and a bad attitude. At this point, I *STILL* haven't realized that something is up. "Have you ever been in trouble with Customs before, sir?" he barks. "Umm.....what do you mean before? Am I in trouble with Customs NOW?" "Just answer the question, sir!" Fuck. "No sir.""Have you ever lived in Seattle?" "Ummmm....no, I'm a native New Yorker and always have been --- and have lots of documentation to support it". "What do you do for a living, sir?" "Ummm...I'm a journalist, I supp..." "LET ME SEE YOUR PASSPORT NUMBER IMMEDIATELY!" By this point, I'm getting alarmed. "Ummm....is something wrong?" I'm panicking now, as I didn't declare the six little jars of fancy mustard I bought at Fortnum & Mason for my mother-in-law. But, somewhat surprisingly, they don't look in my bag. Lots of frowning, typing, brow-furrowing and suspicious staring. Finally, some stamping of my passport and I'm given a "comment card". "Am I in trouble, officer?" I ask...sounding worryingly like Shaggy in 'Scooby-Do'. "I'm not allowed to tell you, sir, but if you contact the address in the document I just handed you, perhaps they can elaborate. With a last name as common as yours......" he trailed off. And waved me off. And off I went, shaken and paranoid.

Anyway, enough bellyachin'....herewith some piccies....

Thursday night:

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me walking around on Friday...hungover and somewhat lost...

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Nice shot of ye olde Thames...

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Friday night...
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Check out that guy's hawk!
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The Kilburn tube stop...

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Customs always make you think you're in trouble even if you're not. That's what they're hired for.

Now THIS is really *honouring the fire*!

in a welsh tourist shop i once found some beer-flavoured mustard!! not a good idea

Now THIS is really *honouring the fire*!

haha, well part of the deal for me to come to London involved my mother-in-law flying up from Texas to stay with my wife & the baby, so some sign of gratitude/compensation/tribute was truly due. And she loves that fuckin' stuff.

Incidentally, if I never set foot in Piccadilly Circus again (or the surrounding area), that would be absolutely fuckin' fine with me. It makes Times Square seem sparsely attended.

Seriously, with a last name as common as your actual last name, there are probably plenty of people with your exact full name.

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Ummm.....could this really be something that would set off a customs agent?

Piccadilly Circus again (or the surrounding area), that would be absolutely fuckin' fine with me. It makes Times Square seem sparsely attended.

Funnily enough, when we visited Times Square, I was surprised at how quiet it seemed. Now I know why...

It's full of Americans, that's problem!

Hope she enjoys the mustard. Is there room for it alongside "the shortbread biscuits my son in law bought me when he went to see Throbbing Gristle" and the "Slayer teddies in national costume"

Hmmm ... so why Seattle? Is that the new hotspot for the terrorists?

Seattle held the G8 conference in 2000. Maybe the Customs officer thought Alex looked like an Anti-Globalization protestor.

however most likely on comment card: scruffy rocker needs to smarten up ;-)

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That's a fellow Gatherer, my absolute not sober self, and Raven after the show on Friday night. Hooray for alcohol.

About the customs thing, my opinion is don't bother. If they really had something on you I can't imagine why they would have left you up to your own devices to contact whoever anyway. And the way you tell the story you make it sound like they only told you to contact someone for an answer to your question, not because THEY specifically wanted you to contact someone. The way you tell the story, it just sounds like a lot of scare tactics to me.

actually jars of food like that are the perfect thing to get caught at customs for, as they're commonly used to smuggle drugs (masking scent for the dogs, icky stuff for the customs agent's hand). don't ask me how i know.

i'd bet, given your last name, there's somebody on the big "no flight list" with the same or a similar name. good thing your flight didn't get turned around. but don't worry, ted kennedy's on it too!