Tonight, tomorrow and last night

Oi oi, you lucky people.

Tonight we've got something new for Newquay. I'm doing Open Mic down The Chy from 10pm. Those good folks are putting on all you can eat ribs for £10, up in the restaurant. I hope when you've filled up you'll come downstairs and see me and my friends providing sweet sounds. Even if you're not my friend, I'm sure you'll be all right to get up and play. That's not to say many people in this town aren't my friends. There'll be a drink for everyone who gets up and plays, as well as some promos for you less musically able people.

After that (I don't know what time we'll be going on til yet), there's quid bottles over at On The Rocks, where there will probably be a band of spotty teenagers attempting to play whatever it is they play. I also know it's a few peoples' birthdays, so there's going to be a lot of pound bottles put away tonight.

Tomorrow is Thursday, which means Belushi's has its Open Mic. This week and next it'll be hosted by myself. Adam is off on tour (like the Rock n Roll legend he is). We all wish him the best of luck.

If last night was anything to go by, we shouldn't have to. Adam played a blinder at the Walkabout Open Mic (props to Ben and Foxy), and there was some sweet tunes by some less familiar faces. (Good work from the dude who played the right-hander left-handed. I'll have to find your name out so I can credit you properly.)

Speaking of last night, I don't think I've eaten since then. It's probably time to stuff something down my face. I've got work to get to.

"You're from Newquay...?"

"Do you surf?" Is probably the most commonly asked question/follow-up question I'm asked. The resulting answer depends on what mood I'm in. Usually, I give the honest answers: "Yeah, but I don't surf," which is the biggest pain in the arse, as I have to explain why I don't surf. It's quite a long one. I'll leave it for now. Or I blatantly lie, "Yeah, I like to get in quite a bit." This is the easiest option, if the conversation goes any further (which it invariably doesn't) I can use my years of knowledge to blag my way out of a situation.

Now, as I type this, my arms are aching to buggery. No, I haven't just had a four hour online power wank. I've been for a surf. For the first time in years. This is what happened the last time I went for a surf:



I'm second in, for you stalkers out there

Luckily my reaction was more positive this time. And going by the claims I've been making all winter, ("I'm going to get back into it this summer,") I'm hoping I can stick to them. It'll make the conversations a lot shorter.

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It's typical that I'm writing another post on a Thursday. By scrolling down, you can see that it's Belushi's Open Mic tonight. Don't have to say anymore on that front. I meant to write last night, but Reservoir Dogs and the Chelsea/Barcelona game (ha!) were on television. In the interests of my personal health, I decided to take the night off from drinking.

Had I gone out, I would have gone to On The Rocks for their Wednesday night quid bottles and local band. I'm a big fan of paying a quid for a beer, but considering last week's act sounded like Scouting For Girls, I thought I'd give it a miss. I've yet to hear what last night's band sounded like, so in the interest of fair reportage I'll leave the focus on the cheap beer. Quids in. Back of the net!

Thursdays = Belushi's

If you've been in Newquay for more than about five days, you'll soone realise that there's just about a bar or two worth visiting for every night of the week. Seeing as tonight is Thursday, Belushi's will be going off the hook. Adam is hosting the open mic (always a great draw) and until 10pm it's happy hour with some sick drink promos.

Your good host of this site (i.e. me) will be on hand to bust out a few tunes and sink a fair few Jagerbombs.

Don't say you haven't been told ;)