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Sam Baker, part two(ish)

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So, the other day I mentioned that I was listening to Sam Baker, and linked to his website. Because I’m lazy I loaded it to copy and paste the URL. Which is a good thing, because that’s how I found out he was playing in Gateshead on Thursday. So, a few texts between family members and bribing of babysitters later, I got to play out on a week night.

If you’ve never heard of Sam, listen to his album ‘Mercy’, there’s debate in my family as to which album is best, but I would say to start at the beginning. And it’s my favourite too.

We ended up running late (co ordinating travelling from three different places is complicated). So, I wasn’t very organised. Nothing new there though! I’d never been to Gateshead Town Hall before, and it was surprisingly big. They had a very nice piano too.

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I like Sam’s music because he sings about real things, stories and his own experiences. He has fantastic banter between songs, and shares his stories with the audience, making you understand where the songs came from. His songs express emotion and his lyrics are uncomplicated and forthright. And well, kinda beautiful, I think.

Anyway, I’m rambling again.. For those of you familiar with Sam, the second set songs were: say the right words, angel hair, Palestine, cotton, iron (with tour manager Rebecca Kemp singing too), waves, Odessa, a new song (yay!), with boxes and snow as requests.

There’s a new album at some point too. Which is great. And hopefully another tour next year? We’ll be more prepared next time. Two years ago we saw him in a place called Chorley. It was a road trip for us, and despite the car going nuts on the way home (we ended up parked outside a house on a country lane, while the car randomly locked and unlocked the doors and boot, sounded the alarm and turned the wipers on and off, only to behave perfectly when a mechanic arrived. After unlocking the boot while we were on a motorway), it was a really good trip and we’d all like to do it again.

So, I’ll end by misquoting (probably):
Go in peace, go in kindness, go in love, go in faith…

Tuesday night ramblings

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So, technically, it’s the night before this week’s weigh in. But I’m not going to get held up on that tonight.

Technology has made an attempt to catch up with me, and today I’m figuring out how to type in a playbook, so, as usual, apologies for the rubbish typing!

This weekend was the continuation of backyard work. So, I pretty much stayed in with the kids. However, I got a pass out from husband on Sunday night and managed to sneak in a few pints with my Dad. As a vegetarian, nice beer is getting increasingly harder to get as lots of breweries are using findings, resulting in what can only be described as icky fish beer.

We went to a nice pub, with nice beer, called the isis, which sells lovely beer called erdinger (if you haven’t tried it, I’d recommend it). 20120911-211735.jpgThe was a live music too, some members of a band called the longsands were playing, and they were pretty good, doing a mix of covers and original stuff. It reminded me of life before children when that was my normal weekend routine.

But still, it is weighday tomorrow. And gym, which will be worse, as the nice man put extra stuff on my key to try out. And zumba. And soft play. And food shopping. It is daddy day care after all!

The night after the night before…

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So, last night we dropped the kids off at the inlaws’ house, and headed for out lovely Thai meal… Which was bloody awful! The plan was to have a drink in the bar, go to the restaurant, eat, and then meet up with everyone in Newcastle, to drink.

Basically the food took ages (we were there for 2 hours!) and when the main courses arrived, they didn’t even vaguely resemble what we’d ordered (I didn’t like mine, so ate my rice instead). Now, I never ever complain (this is only the second time ever), but we did point out that it didn’t look like what we’d ordered and we’d waited ages and ages. I don’t mind waiting for nice food. But this wasn’t nice. Anyways, they made it cheaper and we paid somewhere in between what they were asking and what the bill would have been, because we felt bad too. I’m not sure why!

So that made us late to go out… So, we meet up with a large group of very drunk people, and apart from feeling incredibly uncomfortable until I’d had a couple of drinks, it was a good night.

But I did decide that I’m too old for rock clubs. And being the only woman with 3 men (we were the last 4 standing) was a little odd.

The hard part was getting up and going to my gym induction this morning, but I made it, and learnt how to use the machines. The guy said I had a good fitness level, but I think he was just saying that to make me feel better! I’m a very uncoordinated person, and kept making the cross trainer go backwards. And there’s this weird hand-cycle thing, which requires more coordination than I have.

It went ok though. Due to opening hours and husband’s work hours meaning I have to one to watch the kids, I don’t think i’ll make it back there until next Saturday, which is a shame. Not a lot I can do about it though. I’ll still have zumba on Wednesday. I missed last week, so need to get back to it asap.

Too old to go out drinking?

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So I’m going out tonight… I feel a bit old. I remember just getting dressed, sticking a bit of make up on, and leaving the house. Now, even with larger child at nursery, I seem to have been preparing for most of the day, and I’m still no where near sorted!

We’re going for a meal, just the two of us, for my final birthday celebration (when you turn 30, you get lots of celebrations), then heading for Newcastle for a night out for Ian’s best friends birthday.

We’re trying a Thai place on the seafront, I’ll try to remember if it was nice or not! After this, I need to settle down and concentrate on being good! And stop drinking again too. I have my gym induction tomorrow, which is bad planning on my part! So, my gym gear is packed already, just so I’m prepared.

I’m sitting here having a coffee (decaf, of course) whilst little one is napping. I really wanted to be tidying up in my bedroom, but can’t cos he’s asleep in there. But I’m sitting here feeling old… I’d rather go to the cinema and have an early night than trail round bars… Maybe something has changed now I’m 30? Am I past it?