The shoe leather is wearing particularly thin thanks to our latest trip to London (cultural highlights to follow).
Stumbled across the pleasing Soho Pizzeria at the end of Carnaby Street, initially rejected by Katharine, despite the reasonably priced menu, for looking too posh.
Live jazz piano accompanied my very well presented, if slightly dry, tuna and tomato salad. The pizza itself and profiteroles that followed were faultless and the service (perhaps slightly too) prompt. We only spent thirty quid between us.
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There’s something of the traditional barber in this sign that long haired men will be charged as women.
It reminds me of the Chorlton Barber’s previous owner who had a couple of manly female customers who liked a short back and sides. The question here is whether this establishment at London’s Euston Station should, on the same basis that it treats long haired men as women, treat women who conform a certain butch stereotype as men.
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Last night’s legend had it that having got a good kicking on Manchester’s Oxford Street, Manchester Confidential’s Gordo’s Mancunian pride was further bruised by the discovery that to benefit from the good work of music therapy charity Nordoff Robbins children were bussed down to London. You can help change that by clicking here to donate. Peter Hook, David Potts and plenty of friends did their bit last night…
And what a night. My companion was better at spotting the legends from the Manchester music scene and we reckon there was the inevitable smattering of Coronation Street stars (but not being soap fans we were only sure about one ex).
You’ll see from the snippets above that it was a night to remember: Monaco (New Order bass plus sha-la-las) and Joy Division, including a performance from Rowetta Satchell (Happy Mondays, Simply Red, Inner City, TV’s X-Factor). Hooky is a man of great stage presence and everyone clearly put all they had into the night. The Hard Rock Café (take the 360o tour) was a surprisingly good venue; informal, good views all round, helped to make you feel part of it all.
David Potts performance sans-Peter Hook also hit the spot and the support was bluesy and competent, even if nobody seemed to catch their names. We settled on Cabbage Waste, but it might have been Cabbage White or even Cabbage Bash. Sadly the pics I took of them came out rubbish. Oh well.
To place the event in context, the NUJ and it’s campaign partners believe that between 1990 and 2002 more than 270 journalists were killed in war zones, but in 2003, 2004 and 2005 that number increased to more than 100 each year, some times more than 150. In addition, journalists have been subjected to kidnappings, physical attacks and arbitrary detention. The BBC’s Alan Johnston is currently held somewhere on the Gaza Strip.
Those who report from war zones do an important job and the apparent targeting of the media compromises the ability of those us fortunate enough to live in a peaceful democracy to come to an informed opinion on our own country’s role.
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The shoe leather is wearing particularly thin thanks to our latest trip to London (cultural highlights to follow).
