18th October

My back pain combined with a tingling sensation in my leg led me to the conclusion that I was having some sort of Sciatica taster day. Will this finally make me address the issue of my health? Let's hope so. Otherwise, it was a typically busy Sunday at Chartwell. They were generally nice and generally polite. Perhaps a little too polite as one woman apologised for asking a perfectly reasonable question that I didn't know the answer to. The season ends on 1st November, so you've only got two weeks to get in on the fun. 

I was in something of a strange mood yesterday. The band Slaves appeared as a promoted tweet in my twitter feed. Since this was to my mind essentially spam, I decided I was within my rights to respond. I informed them that they were one of the worst live acts I had ever seen before thinking better of it and deleting the tweet.

I saw them supporting The Skints in Tunbridge Wells last year and after half an hour of dirge masquerading as punk rock, they ended their set by yelling "WE ARE ALL SLAVES". Permissible from 18 year old kids, but not men in their 30s. Much to my astonishment, these talent vacuums have captured the public imagination to the extent that they're playing Brixton Academy at the end of the year and The Skints are supporting them.

Sorry, but I'm going to go there again. The fact that Slaves have been nominated for The Mercury Prize while bands like Tellison go ignored is an utter fucking travesty. Certain people need to be held accountable for their taste.

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