(Just)Krys

Yesterday Mats Åke and I went to an afternoon and evening reception for a couple of guys we know who got wedded in the morning. Brenton *Australian and Lubor *Slovakian, now Mr & Mr Burik-McLean tied the knot in Fulham and then held a private tour of The Wallace Collection in London.

The Wallace Collection is a national museum in an historic London town house. In 25 galleries are unsurpassed displays of French 18th century painting, furniture and porcelain with superb Old Master paintings and a world class armoury.

Mats Åke and I went into Soho after the afternoon reception and had some food and drink, then went on to Brenton and Lubors in N8 for the evening reception. The evening was great and Her Majesty the Queen was present, but even she could not take the spotlight from the happy couple.

Mats Åke and I got home in the early hours I think and apparently I struggled to get in to the apartment.

Brenton was Mats Åke’s friend and I met him and Lubor last year, and they are really nice guys and wish them well for their future - 2 real good guys.

So as you know, as per post: http://www.justkrys.net/?p=103 I have crabs.

Well last night Mats Åke and I were sitting in the living room (Northern for Lounge) and the lights were dimmed as we watched a documentary. I noticed something on the floor coming from behind the Mats Åke large Biorb Aquarium and shot into the kitchen to get something to put it in.

I told Mats Åke what I had seen, a fucking huge beetle, and he started whining we may have an infestation of cocroaches?sp. But the massive fucker had run back behind the aquarium, so I watched patiently ready to pounce and had turned the lights on.

WOW, knock me over with a piece of 2×4 but what came walking over to me bold as brass, one of my crabs. I call all 3 of them ‘my boys’ as they come to me in my own aquarium when I feed them and this one had had a scuffle with a loach and lost a claw and had just shed it’s shell to grow a new claw. Well all I can tell you is that this particular boy had climbed up the heater wire and crawled out of my aquarium (through a 2.5 cm hole in the lid) and somehow got down onto the dining room floor and walked across the hall way into the living room and to the big aquarium.

Here you can see a video on Youtube of crab escaping.

Well the boys are quite naughty. They have a large piece of drift road so that they can climb out of the water for air, which they have chewed to play hide and seek. The other day one of my loaches nestled in one of the holes as they are shy and play dead. what happened, the boy who escaped last night was in the hole and grabbed the loach, which was 10 times his size, and killed it by taking the head off.

Well I was just in the shower any my ‘EARL’ piercing came out and was unable to get it back in.

So what do you do? I decided to re-pierce it.

Am glad it was not my PA or my nipple!

Yesterday we went into town and had a nice meal at the Real Greek, one of my fave restaurants in London. Then I convinced Mats Åke that I needed a shot of caffeine from Starbucks, to help me carry on drinking

Mats Åke had booked us tickets to go to the Carling Academy - Islington. We got there and it was a bit of a wait for the night to start as we were there from 7. My evening started off with some overweight guy with tits pushing up against me, I felt like asking him if he wanted a fuck and if not to take his tits off of my back! We also met a nice couple from Finland, and when Mats Åke dashed off to the loo I chatted to them for a bit. The next thing I remember was waking up in a corridor. Apparently I had collapsed, and I presume it was my Epilepsy as my eyes were shooting all over. Then they called an Ambulance, and I asked them not to - no point in wasting the Paramedics time.

The Security took us upstairs so I could use the bathroom and were told to watch the concert from the private area, only to have jimmy Somerville standing in front of us. Well all I can say is that the bitch looks fucking good for his age, and is still as shaggable as he was many moons ago

Well all I can say is that I had not really heard of them before Friday, but the songs I heard live were good and The Sparks crew were very nice and helpfull.

Well this is a bio of the Sparks taken from: www.allsparks.com

The artists who would come to be known for posterity as Sparks commenced inventing their often-copied, seldom-equaled brand of music back around 1970, when pop was young and brash and the Southern California airwaves awash with a contingent of post-British invasion inspirations like The Kinks, Barretts Floyd, and The Seeds. The purchase of countless shiny-sleeved import LPs, and dogged pilgrimages to gigs by now-deified (or defiled) artistes, convinced young Ron and Russell Mael that this enticingly provocative presentation would be the ideal means by which to impress upon the public their idiosyncratic take on life, art, and everything. And so the brothers commenced banging around, first in separate groups, then together in Moonbaker Abbey and Urban Renewal Project (one of their first recordings being the presciently named Computer Girl.)

Their efforts crystallized in 1971, with the addition of another pair of brothers, Earle and Jim Mankey, and drummer Harley Feinstein, incorporated under the uncommon name of Halfnelson. Produced by wonderboy and kindred spirit Todd Rundgren, the groups startlingly original, eponymously titled debut yielded a local hit (local being Montgomery, Alabama); then vanished from view, notwithstanding an American Bandstand appearance and a write-up in regional Texas newspapers (earned the hard way by the connection of Russells head with the business end of a prop sledgehammer.) Their label, with the mysterious logic that only record companies possess, decided that their sportcentric moniker was responsible for the albums less-than-stellar performance, and suggested a Marx Bros-inspired name change: thus Sparks was born. 

Rereleased upon an unsuspecting nation, the appropriately altered (but no better-selling, alas) LP was to prove this marketing strategy decidedly spurious. Nevertheless, an excellent second album, the equally unprecedented A Woofer In Tweeters Clothing, was released as a follow-up, with high psychedelia-cred coming from helmer James Lowe of The Electric Prunes. Once again, clever nomenclature didnt translate to runaway revenues; and the group found itself at an impasse.  

The icebreaker came from across the pond, where the band had been welcomed enthusiastically by Continental types on a brief 1972 transatlantic jaunt - albeit rather less so by The Old Grey Whistle Tests Bob Harris, who was privileged to host their first British TV appearance. Whispering Bob was shortly to regret his rush to judgement, for in quick succession the Maels parted ways with their LA compatriots; hopped a plane to Heathrow; recruited a group of London players-about-town to back them; and in 1974 began recording (with producer Muff Winwood) the album that would make Sparks a Kimono-My-House-hold name in the UK. 

Ja, last weekend we had Mats Åke’s Mother and Nephew, Inga and Johannes staying with us. Johannes collected Inga from Norrköping and they flew in from Stockholm Skavsta Airport on Friday.

It was nice having them here, especially for Mats Åke as his Mother and Nephew had never seen the apartment in NW9, and would probably be the last chance should we move to Sweden as planned.

The weekend was good, we drove out into the sticks on Saturday and went to a seafood restaurant and on the Sunday we went into town and took a boat down the Thames to Greenwich before walking under the Thames, taking the DLR to Canary Wharf and seeing what looked like Ghurka soldiers guarding Buckingham Palace.