Reepacheep's Ramblings V.10

Blatherings from someone who is not big nor clever

Happy New Year

Posted by Kim under Uncategorized

It’s clear that meeting Alkaline Trio was all too much for me, and I abandoned this blog to marvel at that.

Truth is, life has ticked over pretty well, with nothing SUPER exciting occuring worth talking about.

Sam took me to the Irish Embassy as his plus one towards the end of the year for a charity event, which led me to getting a hug from Dara O’Briain. That was pretty damn awesome.

New year was a random occurance. We (Sam and some of his uni mates) ended up on a roof of a block of flats that had a view of the Olympic Park (and a distant view of the central fireworks) ringing in midnight, then we bowled into a house party that no one we spoke to seemed to be hosting, but we were made incredibly welcome, and had a very good time. Getting home at 3-4am from East London isn’t particularly fun, but to be honest I slept a lot of the way heh.

2013 will be the year I purchased a lot of knitted clothing. I have expanded my cardigan/jumper collection considerably. Up the punx.

Lets see what 2014 brings.

This happened.

Posted by Kim under gigs



I’ve had quite the bank holiday. Or week perhaps.

It started with Bad Religion at Koko last week. They were tremendous as usual. The next night, Dan had managed to get tickets for Green Day at Brixton Academy, and offered me one. These days, I’m not entirely fussed with GD, as their albums post American Idiot aren’t great. But there were rumours that Dookie was going to be played in full (which turned out to be true). However, the day of the show FRANK TURNER was added as support, and well, you know how much of a sucker I am for that man. The gig was OK, Frank was excellent, and Green Day were good for most part – their new songs are questionable, but the old stuff holds up well. They’re tight as anything, but they’vew started to get a bit “WAAAAYY-OOOHHH” happy – it’s unnecessary.

Thursday Sam and I went to see Kick Ass 2. We missed the first 5 minutes due to slow service in a pub, but the rest was very good. Not as good as the first, but still holds up well.

On Friday I had asked my boss if I could leave early, in order to hot foot it to Reading Festival, to catch Frank Turner first and foremost. I made it 3 songs into his set, along with a whole host of blisters from my Dr Marten’s I hadn’t worn in months. Ouch. I proceeded to see The Computers (great), Deftones, System of a Down, Alkaine Trio (ace) and part of Green Day. I left for the last train, and wasn’t that miffed to not see their entire set, having seen them on Thursday.

Saturday I made my way to the site in time to catch Chuck Ragan (bloody love that man), Off With Their Heads (excellent), Sonic Boom Six, King Prawn and The Bronx (brutal as always), whilst I had myself camped in the Lock Up Tent I made friends with a guy who was an Oxfam marshal for the weekend and seemed nice enough.

I left early as I wanted to get home in order to ready myself for Sunday, plus avoid twats who accost you for your wristband. That’s the only problem I had with going to Reading on my own, feeling pretty intimidated off site by the men who hang around outside the gates asking if you’re going home, as they want your ticket/wristband. There were reports of people being mugged for them too. I got a cab to the station on Saturday night, and it was the most reassuring £5 I spent that weekend! My little triumph of the weekend was also buying a cider without ID or an over 18 wristband. I finally look old!

Sunday I helped my workmate clean and feed the animals at the surgery, before having a quick shower, and returning to meet other workmates to head to Newbury as Louise was getting married at the Watermill Theatre. After accosting the poor cleaning girl and demanding we get into our room at our hotel early, we spruce ourselves up, and head to the wedding. It was so lovely, and perfect for Lou and James. We all enjoyed ourselves immensly, as did the bride and groom! The next morning was a tad painful in terms of tiredness, as we headed home to once again help a workmate with the animals. I tried to nap, but I was interrupted by Sam, who offered to cook me dinner and to watch a film on his sofa – I chose Frankenweenie, which I was yet to see, despite it being Tim Burton and perfect for me. It was very sweet.

Tuesday I received an email saying I had won a competition to MEET AND GREET ALKALINE TRIO. My favourite band in the whole world. Meet them. Actually face to face meet them. To say I was excited was an understatement! I think my exact actions were I left from the desk I was sitting at, found my nearest workmate, and did a stupid little dance.

Stuff is ticking along nicely. Work is standard, fun and busy. We have seen quite a few crows recently, which makes me so happy (they are one of my favourite animals). I have done things of varying significance, none of which I can’t really remember now. There’s been gigs (Anti-flag at the Electric Ballroom was excellent), and drinking, and both at the same time.

I have a boyfriend. He is lovely.

I seem to have seen an extrodinary amount of films at the cinema recently, it appears to be a good time for films that I like. I really enjoyed World War Z (I have not read the book which may have helped in liking it more than some). Despicable Me 2 is fantastic, much funnier than the first. On Thursday evening, Sam and I are going to Vue Leicester Square to watch Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz and at 12.01am The Worlds End. That’s right, back to back Cornetto Trilogy. I am SO EXCITED.

I won a Frank Turner t shirt via a facebook competiton run by The Forum. It’s been a while since I’ve won something.

I have unintentionally made a habit of putting a you tube video into my posts recently, so I shall leave you with what has become our theme tune at work:


I spent a few days in Amsterdam in April. I really really like the city, I would happily return at some point, and our hotel was lush. Only downside was dropping my beloved phone down the hotel toilet, as I had forgotten it was in my back pocket. It was insured so that was sorted fairly quickly. Kudos to Orange Care. Anyway, Amsterdam was excellent.

Record Store Day was as eventful as ever. Mum and I decided to stay in the Kingston Travelodge as we can then get to Banquet Records at an absurdly early time, and hopefully negate the time to queue. We had dinner with my sister in the nearby GBK, and then retired for a really bad nights sleep (who’d have thought, Kingston town centre on a Friday night would be an ideal place to sleep?), getting up at 4am, to join a queue that was already 30 strong. Damn!

By 7am:

Still, I got in by 9.20am, bought everything I wanted and was off home for a nap. Then BACK to Banquet to watch Frank Turner do an instore! I was incredibly lucky to get tickets (they sold out in seconds), and dragged Dan along for the fun. With the added bonus that I got to meet Mr Turner again! At the beginning of his fame, I used to bump into him a fair bit (I once bought him a drink when he supported Dashboard Confessional at the Barfly, as hardly anyone knew who he was. I also snuck into his debut album release party), but now he’s huge it’s impossible to catch him. This time, I remembered to get a photo, which has been splashed around various social networking sites.

I guess the next biggest thing is I’m seeing someone. An actual guy. Woop. It’s going well, I think, and it’s awesome :). Yay me.

Gosh, I’ve not written in ages. I guess it’s a mixture of being too busy to write, and then not doing anything at all of interest to write about.

Recapping from last year (heh) I went to the Olympics to watch the athletics, it was a brilliant experience. I also watched Wheel Chair Rugby (Murderball) at the Paralympics. Stephen Fry presented an award, which was odd.

I’ve been to lots of Quins home games. we won most of them.

I’ve been to gigs, lot of gigs. I have met Chuck Ragan, who I absolutely adore. I witnessed Hell is for Heroes and Hundred Reasons “last ever” gigs, which was both very sad and wonderful experience at the same time – I was personally invited by Hundred Reasons  (and was charged with rounding up a few other ex-forum members, like old times) to attend their after show party at their very very last gig at The Forum, as a thank you for being a fan for so long. When you get members of a band you love coming up to you at their own party, hugging you and thanking you for being there, I tell you, it’s hard to hold back the tears (especially after a few ciders). They are excellent guys, and I hope all the best for what they persue now. Having said that, I am looking forward to seeing part of Hundred Reasons play in St Albans in May.

We lost Sprog, the greatest cat in the world. He had developed a tumour in his chest, which was causing fluid to build up in his lungs. Rather than put him through hellish treatment which would probably not have helped, we decided to keep him going as long as his quality of life was good. Sadly, the time came to let him go. I still miss him terribly, and still expect him to creep up to me at times, or come to greet me when I come home late at night, or be sitting amongst the plant pots as I walk up out stairs to our front door…

We had Christmas.

Then to 2013. I am awaiting a referral letter that will put me towards having my wisdom teeth out, as I had excruciating toothache back in January – and am a freak of nature as my dentist discovered a supernumery tooth which is aiding in my pain. He called me “special”.

I saw The Book of Mormon, two days after it opened in London. It is EXCELLENT. Absolutely incredible, you have to watch it. That’s all I shall say.

I got another tattoo. I’ll post more about that some other time I guess.

My birthday came and went recently. One more year until I hit 30. Wow.

I shall leave you with this video, which still makes me laugh. As the box set was a lot of money, I decided that I would have it for my birthday, even though it was bought back in December (it was “hidden in my mothers wardrobe for 3 months!). I wandered into Banquet, asked the guys for the box set, and they panicked slightly as they had wanted to film it before it left the shop, to show how good it was. Sooo I got roped into their little advert, looking like a dork.

It is a beautiful set. It was even shipped in an ace cardboard box, which the Banquet boys insisted I have too :).

One of the underlying messages of London 2012′s Olympics has been to inspire a generation, and I guess I feel inspired to write a little bit about my experience so far with it.

I’ll level with you, I wasn’t enthused at all when it was announced that London would host the 30th Olympic games, in fact, my main thoughts as a Londoner were “great, we’re paying for something thats going to be a pain in the bum”. I didn’t bother applying for any games tickets, and tended to ignore most of the hype in the years prior to now. I didn’t *hate* the thought of the games, I just didn’t embrace it as Lord Coe would have wanted. A friend of mine scored some Paralympic rugby tickets, offered me one and so I had my shoe-in to visit the park (it’s in my city, I guess I should have a nosey). I was contented with that.

That was, until the opening ceremony.

Danny Boyle was a genius. I sat with my parents, awaiting the beginning of the festivities. Up popped Frank Turner on the fake Glastonbury Tor, and I was hooked from the beginning right up to the lighting of the (brilliantly designed) torch at the end. Well, that’s a lie – the procession of countries was a tad long for my attention span – but I got through it all! It was awesome. I was hyped up enough to watch any and all sports, even those random ones that other countries love, but England quite haven’t picked up on yet (handball, anyone?). I missed out on watching the cycling pass through my back garden that is Richmond Park but got to enjoy the fact that work decided to close that weekend and so I had a peaceful Saturday cleaning out the animals without members of the public getting in the way. I enjoyed watching the cyclists zooming past local landmarks on TV. One up to the Olympics.

It was when a colleague managed to get tickets just to the Olympic Park (no sports ticket, but he had a good time regardless), and the countless Olympic photos and statuses friends lucky enough to get tickets put upon Facebook that my interest peaked in physically going to the games. Late one night, after a evening out, I registered with the godawful ticketing site. From then on hours, even days, were spent watching that little 2012 animation spin to no avail. Tickets for £20 came and went, tickets for £1000 stayed a little longer, but then I’m not that crazy, or rich. I went from being a bit selective (only wanting a medal ceremony/finals sport for under £50) to whoring myself out on that site (maybe I *should* get those £2000 Closing ceremony tickets…?) but still, that little sonofabitch ticket site yielded heartache. My mother even got in on the game, having pretty much the same feelings as me – wanting in on the party going on in the East side of my city.

Friday night, I had my usual bout of watching the little spinny animation, then defeated made my way over to a friend’s house for a party. I drank, socilaised and realised my mobile was ringing. It was my mother -

“Erm, I’ve been on the other side of the room. Why?”
“Because tomorrow morning we’re going to the Olympics!”
“ZOMG” (probably not the actual noise I made, but it was pretty similar).

Mum has been lucky in the stupid lottery that was the site and scored us two Athletic tickets, for the Saturday morning session at the stadium. Prior to the call I’d answered, she had sent me no less than 18 missed calls, 2 voicemails, a text, an email and 2 tweets. Yes, even tweets, she was that excited.

Can’t blame her though, I was bloody chuffed!

I cut my night out short (I had to be up at 5am the next morning – ouch) and headed home to try and get some sleep before we headed to the Olympic Park.

So the past month has been all very busy – It began with my trip to Groezrock, a punk rock festival in Meerhout, Belgium. I had a brilliant time along with Dan and Matt, and would definitely do the festival again if the line up is right. The travel to and from the festival was easy (though we did get on the wrong train at Brussels because they decided to not bother telling anyone the next train had been cancelled. Was fine though, we ended up in the right place eventually!). The festival is pretty well organised, apart from their weird camping system – they don’t open up all the camping space at once – stewards use a rope to open it bit by bit which caused a few arguments and a stressful pitching of tents but it worked out ok. The line up was sublime – Rancid were absolutely amazing and well worth the trip alone. I’ll write my thoughts on the festival in more depth in my little festival section when I feel inclined to.

After returning from Belgium, I had 3 consecutive days of Anti-Flag gigs – two at the Fighting Cocks where they played tracks from their first 4 albums one night, then the last 4 the night after. These shows were really fun, and I managed to hug all members of the band over the two days, so I felt accomplished. The 3rd night was Anti-Flags Anti Fest; I had won guestlist from an online music magazine so definitely felt obliged to attend. The only problem was it was at Hatfield University, and the trains decided to hate on me (the victoria line decided to just not run as soon as I stepped on it). I missed the Menzingers (my current new favourite band), but at least caught the Skints, The Bouncing Souls and Anti-Flag. Worth the effort.

The week after was spent watching Alkaline Trio and Dave Hause in varying capacities – at the Electric Ballroom on the Thursday, Dan Andriano and Dave Hause accoustically on the Friday at the Black Heart and then the full band again at the Barfly on Saturday. The Barfly gig was a request-only set which meant we could shout out the song we wanted to hear, and it turned into a magnificent set list! I also had to help man a stand at the London Pet Show over the same weekend, which was fun, though a little unproductive for us as no one was particularly interested in our surgery or goods, only the fact we had tortoises on show.

Since then I have calmed down a little gig wise – I have set Your Goals tonight at the Peel, followed by Slam Dunk South on Sunday. The weekend will mostly be about the Aviva Premiership Final – Harlequins VS Leicester Tigers. Its a good time to be a Quins fan :).

I have been having an absolute blast at gigs and Groezrock recently, it’s made me incredibly happy. There are still plenty of gigs to come this summer – just check my Upcoming Gigs section to see where I’ll be next :).

I’ll try and recount the past week or so soon, it was far too much fun!

Yesterday I decided to get another piercing.

I guess it was sort of a last minute decision – just before my birthday, a friend had mentioned she had booked a tattoo appointment for later on in the month, and was asking people if they wanted to donate money as a birthday present to help fund it. I’d agreed to put some cash her way, and in return at one of my many birthday celebrations she asked if I wanted anything for my birthday. So it seemed logical that I’d get something at the same time, so I decided upon another hole in my ear. So I rang the studio, piggybacked onto my friend’s appointment, and that was that.

Before yesterday I had 7 piercings, all in my ears. I’m not a huge fan of piercings on other parts of the body, on myself anyway, so I stick to having needles shoved through my lugholes. As a brief recap, in my left ear I have two love piercings, a scaffold/industrial piercing and a tragus. On my right I have two lobe piercings, an upper cartilage, and now my 8th is a middle cartilage (I think it’s a helix/auricle to those in “the know”)!

We went to the Richmond Tattoo Studio yesterday morning, and were first greeted by the owner who thought I was under 16 (good start). After being kicked out for them to clean the place (we got there too early) we return, my mate is tattoed (much to my amusement – spinal tattoos are fun!) and I am given a single needle through the ear. Apparently I’m far too stoical when I have a 1.2 catheter stoved through me. To be honest, I rarely find it painful – it’s uncomfortable sure as it’s a relatively solid part of my body.

For anyone in the Richmond area, I would recommend the Richmond Tattoo Studio. The shop is very clean, and the guys there were civil to us, even warming to us towards the end. The prices are OK, £25 for a piercing may seem steep, but I’d rather pay more and feel happy about a place than get a cheap deal (and that’s what you get for the Richmond borough). My friend had originally booked a £30 tattoo, but the guy let her have another small one for an additional £10 which seemed good.

I now have to remember not to sleep on my right hand side, and I managed to smack the shit out of it whilst playing badminton this morning (causing bleeding and more pain than the actual piercing caused!). Better make sure I don’t have my haricut for a while, hairdressers tend to have a way for catching my piercings and then freaking out far too much.