Well the weekend had me in all sorts of flaps. It started off badly. I found out that the Event Promotor for the night I was due to DJ at had done a runner leaving all concerned in the lurch. I do not know where he is but I hope he is safe. This resulted in me DJing to the barman before they closed the bar early. Ho hum. It was quite a good set, plenty of TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB & FOALS. However, the barman likes commercial house so I think it fell on deaf ears.

Feeling quite low – I appreciate this was not the ideal start to the weekend – I headed home at ten in the evening. After Kathryn had got her glad-rags on and I had a powerful cup of Yorkshire we headed out again towards the Blues Bar on Montpellier. We met up with our good friends Allan, Andi & Cathy and it were a right laugh. Me and Kathryn ended up heading to Rehab (inappropriately named bar on Parliament Street) until they kicked the regulars out at 4am. Because I help with the photos and DJ every now and then, we were allowed to finish our drinks leisurely before Sam the Ninja gave every one a Karate chop to speed up their drinking.

Nursing a sense that we may have over done it, we headed over to my parents for Saturday. Home cooked food with an ingenious twist: my Mum is Scottish and not the best of cooks – she puts baked beans in her Chilli Con Carne and uses Lamb mince. All in all Spicy-Lambs-Mince-With-Baked-Beans is not that bad. Thanks Mum!

Sunday saw an early start (hence going around the olds for Saturday eve) as we were heading down south for a very special event. It was my paternal Grandmother’s 90th Birthday. It was incredibly to see so many people I have not seen for years (one cousin I had not seen for 10 years) and meet some new faces.

I, however, was not the most nervous there for a change. To me seeing  Isabella (who I got to see for the first time – she is simply the cutest!) and catching up with the old ones got a bit on top of me and I spent a lot of time outside hiding.

I have missed the majority of Family life for the past 5 years due to a progressively worsening health condition. I am sorry if I have offended anyone by doing this – just big social situations and Schizophrenia do not mix well.

Kathryn, Allan & me went out for a pint on Sunday evening to round off the weekend.

It is weird how I could theoretically go to a night club with 1000’s of people and run around all naked, yet show me four or five relatives and I am a quivering wreck. I do not know what causes this.

Many happy returns, Grannie! A fantastic time was had by all.

Andrew

Andrew Backhouse is a Yorkshire-based artist working with time-based media and digital collage. He is a self-confessed radio geek and he hopes to share his wonder. He also wants to share his naivety and enthusiasm for finding something interesting. Henri Chopin, AGF, and RuPaul influence Andrew’s artistic enquiry. Documenting “The new shiny thing,” Andrew tries to share his excitement for it. But, he also asks about its authenticity and worth.

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