{"id":1947,"date":"2010-07-07T14:10:29","date_gmt":"2010-07-07T13:10:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dickonedwards.co.uk\/diary\/?p=1947"},"modified":"2010-07-13T23:00:58","modified_gmt":"2010-07-13T22:00:58","slug":"against-nature-july-edition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dickonedwards.com\/diary\/index.php\/archive\/against-nature-july-edition\/","title":{"rendered":"Against Nature &#8211; July Edition"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Can&#8217;t believe how much time has elapsed since the last entry. If nothing else, putting on a club night forces me to connect with the real world and stops me spiralling into Olympic lethargy.<\/p>\n<p>When organising things via email, I have found that a sound engineer often signs off with &#8216;cheers mate&#8217;, while a promotions officer tends to add little &#8216;x&#8217;s, even though I am not the former&#8217;s mate or the latter&#8217;s lover. PRs offering kisses sight unseen makes sense, but I wonder why more sound engineers can&#8217;t put kisses in their signature too. Heavy lifting shouldn&#8217;t necessarily preclude lightness of touch. <\/p>\n<p>I once knew a camp young man who did the sound at a gig venue. He was sacked for apparently not doing a good enough job. Only thing was, his replacement, a more butch, blokier gentleman who favoured tour t-shirts and was no stranger to the phrase &#8216;you can really taste the hops&#8217;, didn&#8217;t make the PA sound any better, at least not to my ears. It was neither engineer&#8217;s fault: like so many small venue PAs, the sound system was a cheap mess of battered speakers, broken cables and dented microphones stinking of a hundred amateur singers&#8217; gingivitis. There was only so much one could do. The venue manager just wanted to employ someone who looked more like a sound engineer, that was all. All jobs are acting jobs. <\/p>\n<p>All of which leads me to an extremely late plug for tonight&#8217;s Against Nature. Here&#8217;s the details. I&#8217;ve worked out that I need 36 people turning up and paying full price in order to break even. Watch this space tomorrow to find out if I succeed. Better still, come along. <\/p>\n<p>***<br \/>\nAGAINST NATURE<br \/>\nWEDS 7TH JULY 2010<br \/>\nA speakeasy for dressed-up dandies and vintage vamps. DJs provide a rococo mix of easy listening, showtunes, and exotic pop, punctuated by silent movies, eccentric bands and unconventional cabaret.<\/p>\n<p>Performing live this month:<\/p>\n<p>TOM ALLEN<br \/>\nThe laconic comedian and star of &#8216;Bleak Expectations&#8217; airs material from his new Edinburgh show, &#8216;Toughens Up&#8217;. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.tomindeed.com\/\">http:\/\/www.tomindeed.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n<p>MR MISTRESS<br \/>\nGender-blurring star of the boy-lesque scene, performing two separate acts.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/cabaretwhore\">http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/cabaretwhore<\/a><\/p>\n<p>OPHELIA BITZ<br \/>\nPerforming as her alter ego, Mavarotti. Winner of the UK&#8217;s annual drag king contest, King Of The Castle. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/opheliabitz\">http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/opheliabitz<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Plus guest DJs SOPHIA WYETH and host DICKON EDWARDS<\/p>\n<p>Doors 8pm.<br \/>\nLive acts 9.30pm-11.45pm.<br \/>\nDancing to 1am.<br \/>\nDoor charge: \u00a35 before 10pm. \u00a37 after.<\/p>\n<p>DRESS CODE (optional but preferred): Vintage &#038; dandy-esque.<\/p>\n<p>VENUE:<br \/>\nProud Camden (South Gallery)<br \/>\nThe Horse Hospital, Stables Market, Chalk Farm Rd, London NW1 8AH.<br \/>\nTel: 020 7482 3867.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.proudcamden.com\/\">http:\/\/www.proudcamden.com\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Can&#8217;t believe how much time has elapsed since the last entry. If nothing else, putting on a club night forces me to connect with the real world and stops me spiralling into Olympic lethargy. 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