Newquay Weekender
2009
Lindsay
and I pootled along the coast to Newquay looking forward to the
weekend that laid ahead. The Newquay Soul & Surf Weekender.
On arrival at the hotel I grabbed the bags out of the boot and
low and behold, who was tucked right at the back?
MALCOLM!
A bit deflated having been cooped up in there for so long but
I gave him a good blow job in the hotel room which revived his floppiness
to a good stiffy. And judging from the sagging under my chin I
believe I could benefit from performing a few more mouth-exercise
routines other than just with Malcolm!
We walked him down to the venue and found him a nice comfy seat.
It was buzzing from the the beginning to the end downstairs and
so fucking hot!
The sweat was dripping off me like I'd just got
out of the shower. That's what a whole night of dancing does to
you! Pint of larger in, pint of sweat out.
The
Nottingham Posse were on top form and quite a number of them this
year. They're such a laugh and know how to have a good time. Comedy
all around, just how I like it.
3am came and found Lindsay and I going back to the hotel for some
sleep. She didn't stop talking till half past fucking 4 when I
blurted out "Lindsay! Shut the fuck up!" :D
We attempted breakfast the next morning with Jo and Tony but I
just couldn't eat a thing. 3 fags in the garden with a cup of
coffee listening to the piped-music that was Hokey fucking Cokey!
What's that all about?
Anyway, back to bed till 10.30am then up and at them again down
the venue. A few pints, far too much dancing in my new high shoes
left me with feet that were numb and painful at the same time.
Mick H asked if I managed to get a shag and when I'd worked out
he meant Malcolm I had to admit that I hadn't.
A crumpled heap
of squishy plastic that was good for nothing. It was a choice
between a wank or sleep I said... sleep won LOL. Therefore, my
ache was packed away for another time. In fact, a very long time...
I give up!
The
afternoon session was absolutely FUCKING BRILLIANT! Mick remembered
to pack his Stimulation track but the man of the match for the
entire weekend has to go to Nick Hackett. Honestly, what music!
However, winner of the comedy moment of the weekend has to be
Michele. At the end of a beat ballard, quite out of the blue,
she did a back drop and a commando roll off the floor. LOL. 2nd
winner was a little girl (see photos). She came to sit between
Maria and I and had a little natter. She then quite innocently
asked Maria if she was my Mother hahahahahaaaaaaa.... Maria was
gutted, what with that and Lindsay spreading rumour's that she'd
nipped off to the chemist for some nit lotion lol.
It was all
a bit much for our host, Neil Rushton, who caught 40 winks in
a comfy chair.
The
heat on Saturday night was almost unbearable. I ended up dancing
in front of two huge fans on the stage. I felt like a movie star
as the wind blew my shirt all around me, even lifting the hems
of my trousers. And, as you know, I'm not a modern fan at all
but David Santiago played some great rare 70's (same as tracks
in my Jukebox under the Rare 70's folder). I had a skip around
to Angela Davis - My Love's So Strong. Sounded brilliant banging
loud - really it did!
By
2am I was curled up in one of the comfy chairs. I felt battered
and bruised and if my feet could speak they'd be shouting obscenities
at me :D
Grabbing a pizza on the way home I laid in bed almost unable to
chew... there endeth my 2nd jaunt to this weekender. Great time
had by all. Excellent music all weekend and more so the company.
Not cliquey at all - such a friendly gig.
Thanks for putting this together Mr Rushton; we'll be back.
