Professional Photos from Saturday

I’ve had a few professional photos come in from Saturday. I have to say, they are absolutely amazing! The Megapixel count is phenomenal (40+ I think!).

I wore black latex jeans and t-shirt, plus a waistcoat over (it was cold!).The shoes were patent leather.

Please note that these images are copyrighted. Used with permission.

Asylum 55 is a great place! It has real fires.

Looking classy in front of the real fire.

With Wayne.

Judge as you wish to be judged.

You have one life to live. Live it as yourself.

Upon reaching my 40’s I realised that I wanted to actually be myself, and not conform to the standards laid down by others and I now respect others in their choices.
I used to be one of those people who made remarks about people’s appearance, and yet now when someone shares a photo of someone pierced/tattooed on Facebook with a snide comment (usually “describe this person in one word”) I read past all the ones saying “weirdo” and “unemployable” and I add “individual”.
For the record, the last person who judged me when I wore latex and made a snarky remark then in a different time and different place spent ages asking me about it and what it’s like to wear. They then couldn’t wait to try my PVC suit jacket on!

Adventures in Doncaster

So it was Jake’s 27th on Saturday. He decided he wanted to go around Doncaster.

He also told me he was going to wear his new rose gold pvc jeans (ASOS, pretty much sold out now).

Not wanting to overshadow him I decided to go fairly vanilla – just a pair of jeans and an Oxford shirt. But when I jokingly said that I was thinking of wearing the PVC suit he said “mint!”.

Ok, I followed his intention…

It wasn’t too warm a day so I thought perhaps I could get away with it for a while.

We arrived in Doncaster and immediately I was a talking point. Loads of people commented on the amazing suit. Jake looked stunning in his outfit. Very metrosexual – quite flamboyant.

I was driving though so the only drinks I could have were Mocktails and low alcohol beers.

The night went as follows:

The Gatehouse -> The Wool Market -> The Gin Rooms -> The Red Lion

We left after the lion as my pvc suit was getting a bit clammy. It’s a great looking suit but it’s not really practical to wear on a day in day out basis.

Who wore it better?

Although it’s an absolutely terrible film, this guy was the one who made me realise that three piece suits could be leather.

I saw him in it when he was in the audience at a celebrity comedy event – the host commented on it and he said it was costume from “Spice World – The Movie”.

Of course I admired him in it very much and decided that I would own such an item.

Well it took me a few years, but eventually I did “the look”.

I’m not quite sure who suits it better though?

The End of the Weekend that Was – St Patrick’s at The RS Bar

The weekend ended with an Ethryll gig at the Royal Standard. We met Jake there, and Martin joined us shortly after.

After setting up and having a short soundcheck I went and changed into my new jeans. They’re amazing!

It’s as if someone exploded glitter on them. Larry and Jake both approved!

Sadly it was time for a Larry to go so I walked him back to the station and saw him to the train. It was very busy around the station so I was glad I chose that option.

When I came back in Jackalope Tales, the opener, were playing. I didn’t get to see very much of them but they were competent. American country music.

They finished and then Hollis took to the stage. Perfect for St Patrick’s, being Irish and all, he did a selection of covers and original tunes.

Finally after a half hour set, we took to the stage and did our thing.

By the end of the set I was really flagging. Far too much activity and far too little sleep.

I did, however, have a great weekend for exercise! Over 15000 steps on Sunday. 12000 on Saturday.

LARPers?!

Wow, Kiwi Tokoeka, them’s some nice trousers! He wore this outfit on Only Connect on Monday.

I have to say that like Kiwi I’m partial to the metallics. Indeed here’s my current silver outfit…
Trousers – ASOS (ASOS design – now out of stock)
Shirt – Amazon (search Cusfull silver shirt)
T-Shirt – BHS (sadly BHS have now gone)
Boots – River Island
But it’s not the first metallic trousers I’ve ever owned as my photo archive shows; although I’ve got a gold shirt I’ve never owned a pair of gold trousers. Yet.

An 80th Birthday

It might seem unusual to have a rock/pop band for an 80th Birthday, but the birthday boy has followed us for a number of years now so it seemed apt.

The hotel it was held at was a great place. Top end of Heckmondwike; a place called Healds Hall.

It was an early start as we had to be set up by 6. The load in was quite easy although I think the staff were very surprised when we kept loading more and more boxes into the place though.

Setup went well. It was the first full length gig for a while so we ran through a few of the songs we’d not played to just brush them up. Strangely, the last few gigs had all been around an hour performance time. We had to be silent at 6:45 as the special guest was arriving for a “meal in the restaurant” but he was then told the restaurant was very busy so they were in the back room…

Surprise!

The first set was a blue suit set. It felt a little tight on me and even though the scales show my weight hasn’t changed I need to keep an eye on that. It could be that my newest jeans all have stretch in them and I’m not used to a rigid waistband? After all the waistcoat and shirt felt fine.

In-between we had food. That, for me, wasn’t great. No detriment to the food, but as a vegetarian any mention of buffet or hot buffet fills me with dread. If it isn’t the mixed sandwiches cross contamination hell, or the “has it got meat in it” roulette with quiche, it’s the hot buffet “that’s your entire vegetarian choice” which contained aubergine. I don’t like aubergine.

The chips were nice though.

For the second set, after much threatening and teasing I wore the PVC suit. Dennis had been searching for one for himself and like many others who weren’t quick enough when I told them about it, he’d missed the boat. He then ribbed me about it onstage… Twat.

I combined with with the new shirt I got from River Island.

I looked good. Kinky good.

Sadly that’s where the good ends, as I’ll never wear that suit onstage with Face the Music again. 45 minutes in a plastic sauna suit under hot lights… Nope nope nope nope nope.

I suppose the one amusing thing was the stereotyping thing… Apparently shiny suits like that are usually worn by gay men.

Yeah whatever…

I’ve got thick skin. I don’t actually give a toss.

So, back to normality for a few weeks. And next time it’ll be back to normal jeans for the second set.