Guy Brighton:

Wed Aug 2 : Curfew

Fk. Got in at 2am and tha Lady has told me that I'm not allowed to go out later than 11.30pm ever again. Maybe I shouldn't have text her at 11pm that I was coming home in a minute. She calls me at 12 and I say "Hi - Dave's just turned up!". Line goes dead.

Posted by Guy Brighton on August 2, 2006 at 04:07 PM | Tags/Topics: Diary, Night Life Adventures | Link | Comments (0) | Add GB To Your News Feed

Fri 23rd Sept : Bank Of England

The Lady went to Philly (I have to go down on Sunday). Cards with the boys in Brooklyn. Bank Of England lost its wedge. One good hand. Nice pizza and wings. We get a call to meet some Brits in Christie Park but Crazy Dave drags us off to Happy Ending in LES/Chinatown. Downstairs is a mix of local Asian cats and Upper West Side tourists. A good mix of 80s alt plays. Chit chat. Chit chat. Watch the girls dance. Huh – it’s 4am already!

Wed 21st Sept: 3 Act Night

A night of three acts. Kick off at the Strand where I saw Malcolm Gladwell and John Berlin xxx have a good chat about ideas, innovation. Then scooted out when the audience questions started – lots of polite nodding to folk with their own agenda.

Then down to a party with Adriana Huffingdon at uber-blog-person Nick Denton’s apartment. Blog types mixing with blazer and chino guys, power couples and ambitious smart ladies. It took me to long to get a glass of bubbly so I started getting anxious.

Dash back to pick up the lady from the slightly smaller apartment and then off to see a band the lady has to show her face. We get up top 42nd and the lights shine like it’s daylight. Downstairs in BB Kings a metal band from Finland are being watched by a horde of black T Shirted shaven headed guys and their rather nubile girlfriends. The exception is some skinny pale kid who is freaking out to the tunes in his iPod, ignorant of the soft rock number the guy is singing on stage: “We come from the land of cold. Although we may be bold, we hope our hearts aren’t cold.” or something like that.

Friday 16th Sept : Training

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Originally uploaded by GuyBrighton.

Here I am with pinky up in the air training for Sunday. We're celebrating the anniversary of a British couple in Brooklyn. We're all here - and a few London based Brits are in town... it's amazing how they turn up and expect that everyone's got party favo(u)rs. It's as if London's still strung out in some youth clutching frenzy...

Not for me. Watch the pinky, I'm in training mate...

Thur 15th Sept : Arcade Bowie

We turned up to hear the last two songs of Arcade Fire, well the last 2 songs before the encore. I had tried my best to hurry up to Central Park to see them at Summer Stage but I got distracted at 2 bars on Avenue C, then to pick up L at Nevada Smiths on 3rd Avenne, then to pick up the girls at a restaurant on 58. When we met the girls they still had a bottle of wine to get through.

The band won't be on yet - we thought.... meanwhile, 20 blocks north, they were rocking the park.

When the lights came down, we were pretty disappointed with ourselves - but then came the encore. And then we didn't feel sorry at all. We were here for the best part of the show!!

>>> DAVID BOWIE c ame on to sing and play with Arcade Fire <<<

Thurs 2nd June : All Day One Day

Last nigth at the Brass Monkey then brazilian bar then dive bar I've had my eye on. Johnny's On Greenwich Ave. Mr Mc who was with me said how much he liked it. I told him, yeah I've been waiting for the right moment where I spend all day tucked away in the dark corner at the back. He looked a bit shocked. I'd have breakfast first, I told him.

Posted by Guy Brighton on June 2, 2005 at 07:25 PM | Tags/Topics: Diary, Night Life Adventures | Link | Comments (0) | Add GB To Your News Feed

Wed 1st June : Bath House Memories

Went out with English on Wednesday night and I had this curious nostalgic feeling for times you would go to the pub in the evening after work, drink 5 pints and realise you didn't need to have dinner after all - and so have a couple more pints.

Much of this happened in the Bath House on Dean Street I remember.

Cheeky burger in the Spotted Pig on the way home!

Sunday 22nd May : Billy F Idol

The Lady had free tickets to see Billy Idol. Well, you have to don't you. Come on, we all strutted to Rebel Yell at the school disco Actually quite a good show, if a bit naff. He must be in his late 40s now but he obviously hasn't got a day job but does have a gym in his basement. Got there late, missed White Wedding but got Rebel Yell and LA Woman. He loved, the crowd loved it. It was one of the best gigs I've been to sober. We went down to hang out with Uncle Mike as he played tunes at Bungalow 8. Who happens to walk in? Billy F Idol and his old mate Bono. Lots of smoking pot ensues. Party.