{"id":1182,"date":"2009-05-27T19:37:07","date_gmt":"2009-05-27T18:37:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=1182"},"modified":"2009-05-27T19:52:42","modified_gmt":"2009-05-27T18:52:42","slug":"more-friends-than-the-brontes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/more-friends-than-the-brontes\/","title":{"rendered":"More Friends Than The Brontes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Back from Gibraltar and Tangier. No more mad little holidays for a while now.<\/p>\n<p>Announcements.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m Dj-ing at the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.latitudefestival.co.uk\/ \">Latitude festival <\/a>once again, as one half of The Beautiful &amp; Damned DJs. This time we&#8217;ll be on the Thursday night, in the Film &amp; Music tent. We&#8217;re DJ-ing between the acts through the evening, then we&#8217;ll take the tent into full club mode till 2 am. If it&#8217;s anything like the last time we did the Thursday night, the tent should be packed.<\/p>\n<p>Writing-wise, I&#8217;ve contributed a piece to the New Escapologist magazine, issue 2. It&#8217;s called The Seven Ages Of Cliche, and appears to be a slightly hysterical rant about, well, whatever&#8217;s closest to hand. You can buy it from <a href=\"http:\/\/www.new-escapologist.co.uk\/\">www.new-escapologist.co.uk<\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m also sad about the passing of Plan B magazine, which I wrote bits and pieces for over the last few years. I really should get around to archiving all my Plan B pieces on this site.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Diary catch-up:<\/p>\n<p>Saturday before last: DJ-ing for cash with Miss Red and James L, at a wedding near Steeple Bumpstead in Essex.<\/p>\n<p>The marquee&#8217;s set up outside a farmhouse in the middle of the countryside. There&#8217;s a fancy dress theme, so although I&#8217;m in a tent full of people I do not know, they are all dressed as people I do know. I count about five Fat Elvises. A white-vested Freddie Mercury prances by the canapes, sausages on a stick in one hand, fake microphone on a stick in the other.<\/p>\n<p>The organisers have hired a portable public lavatory from Classical Toilets of Bury St Edmunds, the interiors of which are decked out like luxury hotel washrooms. Classical music is pumped in, and there&#8217;s a vase of fresh cut lilies by the aloe vera soap dispensers. I take one of the firm&#8217;s business card-sized flyers. It turns out they do a range of four different models, depending on the number of guests catered for.\u00c2\u00a0 For some reason, each one is named after a famous writer, rather than a classical composer.<\/p>\n<p>Top of the range, for events of over 350 guests, is The Shakespeare. I can tell from a little diagram on the flyer that the mens&#8217; side of The Shakespeare comprises three urinals, and two cubicles. Next one down is The Dickens: three urinals and two cubicles. Then there&#8217;s The Tennyson: two urinals and one cubicle, which is the one hired for this wedding. Finally, if you think your big day is likely to attract only a few dozen guests, you can plump for The Bronte: one cubicle only.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not clear which Bronte they mean, but I have visions of all three sisters having to queue up and wait until the cubicle&#8217;s free. Emily runs out of patience and uses the moors.<\/p>\n<p>As I stand there at the urinal, drenched in Vivaldi, I think of Tennyson.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Hold thou the good; define it well.&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>In Memoriam, indeed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back from Gibraltar and Tangier. No more mad little holidays for a while now. Announcements. 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