.. or was. The decs on the tiny table-top tree in my tiny flat will probably stay there till February but otherwise it is all over, once more. Christmas itself I spent with Venezuelan friends in Kent, one more time. We had the Venezuelan Christmas dinner (late on xmas eve, although not at midnight), with turkey, hallacas, pan de jamón, and other Venezuelan and Portuguese (my friend's wife is V'zlan-Portuguese) foodstuffs, plus christmas pudding. The usual opening of presents by the xmas tree brought me a gin making kit. Not a still, mind. It was quiet and relaxed and I think I needed that.

On New Year's Eve I played at the [livejournal.com profile] londongothsluts's NYE party at North Nineteen organised by [livejournal.com profile] djpsyche, with encores with the help of [livejournal.com profile] sbp and Red; all this seemed to go down quite well. Took my guitars away and came back for the party, danced and caught up with people (and had a very good and illuminating conversation with Alicja, WOLJ) then got offered a lift to the Slimelight so I went ... leaving my bank card behind, at the bar. Luckily [livejournal.com profile] djpsyche brought it over to the Slime for me.. many thanks many times over, Psyche, for that and for the night and for thinking of me for the playing.

The ensuing tow days have been rather quiet, as they should be, but I have a maelstrom of things coming my way this January: two concerts (small and local but that makes no difference) to prepare, tax returns to get ready and a tax 'error' that HMRC claims there was in last year's return which means they want several hundred quid from me (and now I think they may be wrong or one of my schools may have deducted my tax but not passed it on -messy either way).

Last night, instead of going to AntiChrist (had perhaps one or two reasons not to want to be there), found me at German goth friends' near here, relaxed conversation and wine and playing with Luna the cat...

Today, meeting with friends for Sunday roast at a pub in Holloway, guitar practice and spreadsheets and a million little unreadable receipts to sort out....


xmas dinner at M's: hallaca, pan de jamón, turkey, 'taters and nips (not neeps)
Another Christmas comes and goes.. this one was quite good. Again, as in the previous three or four years, spent here in the UK with Venezuelan friends in Kent (in a place where the local MP, I'm told, is called Clark. Clark of Kent?) Everything good, Christmas dinner was, as per V'zlan tradition, on Christmas Eve (there was another on Xmas day!) and it was a cultural blend of hallacas, pan de jamón, turkey, the usual roasted veg (parsnips are, as far as I know, unknown in Vz) and a Vz Christmas cake that tasted a lot like Christmas pudding. Main platter here:



Again this year I didn't drive but the journey there and back was far less eventful -no floods this time.

Boxing Day, as usual, was a non-day and involved just the return train journey and vegging in front of the telly re-watching the rest of Season 1 of Battlestar Galactica while idly mucking about on an iPad.

Today, a couple of lessons and.. nothing more. Will have to have a look and see what may be happening out in the world that I might want to see or attend.

Hope you lot had a lovely Christmas.
flaviomatani: (santa)
( Dec. 5th, 2014 10:12 am)
A good evening at the Greenwich Union with a reduced contingent of the Gothsluts, after a day with only a couple of lessons and not a lot else -a spot of shopping at Sainsbury's, ini relation to which.. it must be Christmas. If I have to hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer once more... I'm not sure why I loath that song in particular, I don't mind, on the whole, the NYC 1930's Christmas song thing, it goes with black and white films in which real snow falls heavily outside while enormous xmas trees indoors are covered in baubles and fake snow.

I've said before that I go along with Dawkins' quip about being a 'culturally Christian' atheist. True, I don't believe in any of the bits of biblical legend any more than I believe in Father Christmas (does anybody still call him that, btw?) but I do believe they represent things that are important for us and markers -the mid-winter celebration is much older than Christmas. I grew up in my corner of the north of South America putting up plastic Nativities at Christmas times, as well as Christmas trees that were at first plastic and later came from Canada, putting lights and fake snow on them. Im not sure whether I thought both (pine trees and snow) were typical of the Middle East or whether I thought Bethlehem was somewhere in Northern Europe...
How was Christmas? Hope it went smoothly for all of you and the hangover wasn't too heavy..

I spent it at a Venezuelan friend's in Kent, surrounded by water. My outward journey promised to be a nightmare; I didn't want to take the car as, well, I don't trust it entirely and I need it for lessons. My friend said to go to Lewisham and he'd pick me up from there. The train stopped at Orpington and the driver announced the service was just terminating there. We had to carefully plan my journey back also; the local station (Tonbridge) was under water, almost all services were disrupted and my friend decided to drive me to East Grinstead. Coincidentally I had just finished a book by Charlie Stross (who used to go to Blake's in Watford in the '90s, across the road from where I lived and the one dodgy alternative pub in town and is married to a goth and is friends with a lot of people I know, apparently*), a sort of occult-secret agent-science fiction-H P Lovecraftian story in which there is an infestation of unicorns, which are evil eveel deadly creatures, in East Grinstead. Didn't see any unicorns there but maybe the word'd spread out and people were escaping: the train left as packed as it could possibly be or a little more perhaps, with police guarding the station in case of problems.

Xmas itself was good. We had a good catch-up, with some bewilderment on the part of my friend's 18 yo daughter at all the Venezuelan references from the '70s and '80s. I had a Venezuelan christmas dinner (with Portuguese and English overtones, but without brussels sprouts) twice, as we did the traditional V'zlan dinner on the Eve and then again at lunch on Christmas day. All was good.

* unless I'm getting my science-fiction writers mixed-up.....
.. which come after episode IV, as in good Star Trek films:

part II:


part III:
.. which come after episode IV, as in good Star Trek films:

part II:


part III:


There's two more (in youtube's site...)

[ Edit ] That was a fantastic fun evening . Even if the singing may perhaps have been ever so slightly out of tune at times >..<.


There's two more (in youtube's site...)

[ Edit ] That was a fantastic fun evening . Even if the singing may perhaps have been ever so slightly out of tune at times >..<.
Pictures of [livejournal.com profile] miss_glitch's birthday dinner here

Pictures of [livejournal.com profile] cyber_child's birthday drinks here.

Christmas ticking along ok. Much driving to do between today and tomorrow, though, which I'm not really looking forward to. May I refer, rather, to cuteness posted by [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap:

Pictures of [livejournal.com profile] miss_glitch's birthday dinner here

Pictures of [livejournal.com profile] cyber_child's birthday drinks here.

Christmas ticking along ok. Much driving to do between today and tomorrow, though, which I'm not really looking forward to. May I refer, rather, to cuteness posted by [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap:

http://gallery.mac.com/flavio_matani#100143

No captions yet.

They're also on Facebook, you know where to look.

These pictures came out particularly messy... carelessness costs photos...
http://gallery.mac.com/flavio_matani#100143

No captions yet.

They're also on Facebook, you know where to look.

These pictures came out particularly messy... carelessness costs photos...
flaviomatani: (santa)
( Dec. 13th, 2006 08:58 am)
Nah, the Xmas Dinner of Doom at the Rochester was fantastic. Pity I had to stay sober for several reasons -and had to make two disappearing acts, one to go to the Dev pick up an acoustic amplifier from Barrington -who made it back with me to the Roch, in time to see the marauding hordes singing Happy Birthday Baby Jesus again, and more carols, and [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap singing 'Jerusalem' (she has a beautiful singing voice, there's so much about people that you don't know). Also, I stupidly didn't charge my camera's battery so it decided to die just as I had in frame the perfect shot of [livejournal.com profile] andykniftonstanding with a loudhailer haranguing the masses exhorting the presents to sing the praises of m** f** baby jesus...

Today, lessons and guitar and a few errands. Should be a quiet day.
flaviomatani: (santa)
( Dec. 13th, 2006 08:58 am)
Nah, the Xmas Dinner of Doom at the Rochester was fantastic. Pity I had to stay sober for several reasons -and had to make two disappearing acts, one to go to the Dev pick up an acoustic amplifier from Barrington -who made it back with me to the Roch, in time to see the marauding hordes singing Happy Birthday Baby Jesus again, and more carols, and [livejournal.com profile] miss_soap singing 'Jerusalem' (she has a beautiful singing voice, there's so much about people that you don't know). Also, I stupidly didn't charge my camera's battery so it decided to die just as I had in frame the perfect shot of [livejournal.com profile] andykniftonstanding with a loudhailer haranguing the masses exhorting the presents to sing the praises of m** f** baby jesus...

Today, lessons and guitar and a few errands. Should be a quiet day.
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