Play it and they will come
Well that was bloody brilliant.
We'd like to say thank you to The Ladywell Tavern for hosting us, to Moira and the Brockley MAX team for creating the festival, to Brockley Jon for organising the night, to the musicians for performing for free - Louise & Irene, Rob Marr, Skinny Lister and Dune Lake (who also provided a lot of the equipment and technical help) and of course to all the people who turned up and gave their support.
We've no idea how many of the people even knew what Brockley Central was, but we're glad they came and it was nice to put more faces to names - Monkeyboy, Maradoll, Bagelmouse and Fabhat.
We also dragged a large contingent of people from work along, ostensibly because Irene is one of our colleagues but actually to convert them to South East London and guarantee at least some crowd. Weaned on Oyster and Revolution, they had to be herded on to an overground train, grumbling all the while. They came expecting the Wicker Man but found Local Hero.
As we stood by the bar, we were introduced to some people with an exciting business idea for Brockley and we did what we always do in those circumstances - we urged them to take the plunge on the basis that there is latent demand for more good businesses in Brockley. Last night, wedged amongst the Brockley massive, this line of argument hopefully sounded more a little more credible than usual.
At closing time, we walked home over Hilly Fields, dogger-free, dark, beautiful. Stars shone in the cloudy night sky.
27 comments:
Dammit, Monkeyboy was there, always wanted to put a face to that name!
Did 'Anonymous'show it's face?
i think i may given the green party chap a hug on the way out. He looked a little alarmed
'Free of thepresence of doggers', or 'free of social conventions like a dogger'.
Photos??
We'll hopefully have some soon. I didn't take any personally - you may have noticed it's not a strong point of this blog!
@Danja - the former, but perhaps also the latter.
Also, please note I was referring to Hilly Fields as dark and beautiful. Not me. Or doggers.
I was there, anonymously, didn't meet anyone.
Did you spot me at the bar? Tall, distinguished-looking gent sipping a Pimms and wearing a wry, knowing smile.
Hugh, I would never have guessed that you were the Harley Davidson rider from Algiers Road.
It's the bike, right? Chicks love the bike.
Lovely stuff, all. Glad there was such a good turnout (and doubly glad to have got there early enough to grab a seat!).
No doggers?
That's what you think. I was rubbing one out on the swings.
Like Carradine? Cool.
Max, you made a topical joke, please take more care in the future grasshopper
There was a lot of "talent" there last night. Never seen so many attractive people in Ladywell.
Apologies Master Po, it couldn't be resisted.
monkeyboy said...
i think i may given the green party chap a hug on the way out. He looked a little alarmed.
Is that the done thing if you can't find a tree?
I've been waiting for my hangover to subside before I jump on this thread! Nick's post says it all really, thanks to everyone for coming, thanks to the bands who were all great, thanks to Dave from Dune Lake for doing the sound, thanks to all at the Tavern for having us, and for sorting the artists out with drinks and taxis.
It was a great night that really put a smile on my face, and we definitely hope to do another next year – I think we’ll need a bigger PA!
I only bought one round, I owe Debaser and Ms Debaser one. Couldn't think of a nicer chap to buy a crippling mortgage from.
Reading this blog I thought Nick was Australian for some reason. You live and learn.
...oh next time wear a hat or something, I was wondering around like billy no mates for ages.
Australian?! Why on earth?
I missed it. Went for a quick drink after work and ended up staying there until 11.....
Sorry I wasn't able to make it, sounds like a good night. I think I may have seen your contingent of friends on their first trip to Brockley, when I came out of the station that night there was a group of people looking around and saying things like 'ooo Coulgate isn't that a toothpaste' etc.
God I'm ashamed to say that banal bit of conversation does ring a bell
Not as bad as those twats you hear on the train going 'Ooh Broccoli, how hilarious, living in a place named after a vegetable, harhar!'
You should have heard the hilarity that ensued when they found out the pub was on the corner of Slagrove Place
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