Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Pontins and Bang Face - A match made in entertainment heaven.

Pontins is beating the recession and I know why. It's their unique (if slightly unorthadox) events that are attracting the pursestring-tightening droves.

I visit Pontins every year now. But it's not their cheesy-centred blue-coats I travel accross the country for. Even though Shane Richie cut his 'entertaining' teeth at Camber Sands, I head there for the alternative weekender.

It's name? Bang Face.

Although it sounds more like a horrific Saturday-Night-'Round-Morecambe injury sustained in a muddy gutter, Bang Face is actually a weekend of all out noise.

I mean this in the most attractive sense of course. The weekend actually consists of a solid and constantly astounding line-up of the world's biggest and/or most popular alt-dance, Aphex-esque, IDM-tastic rave acts. This year, Altern-8, Bong-Ra, Beardyman, Skream and Shitdisco will be playing into the night. I could list the line-up, but in all honesty, I'm not sure my keyboard would be able to take the strain.

I never use the word rave lightly. This place is like an all out war between two massive lightsabres fought primarily with highlighter pens, set to a soundtrack of mainly exploding spaceships hovering far too close to everybody's heads. Say what you might, everybody always has a smile on their face.

Does it still sound incomprehensible (It does even when you're there, so don't feel too out of touch)? The good news is that good old Pontins has other gatherings for nische music fans or fun-seekers.

A 48 hour 80s party starring the REAL Toyah and the REAL Bananarama, a weekend of Rock n Roll where it is practically compulsary to dress like Mark Lamarr, and a scooter rally are just some of the frankly EXCITING things that go on in this neck of the woods.

Is holidaying in Britain family fun-filled again? I don't know about that, but some Bank Holidays are certainly getting filled with smiling adult faces.

(Tickets for this year's Bang Face are now sold out, details for other events are available on the Pontin's website, or here, here and here.)

Monday, 2 February 2009

Secrets and Stories

Chain letters are usually my least favourite things. I hate being told to fill out a form or pass on a message to 4000 friends (normally because I don't have that many friends), but I filled out a seemingly yawnsome questionnaire on Facebook yesterday, and now that everyone else is too, I'm beginning to see different things about my friends.

It seems a bit sad to me that I had never asked my friends questions aboutt their lives before. I thought I had. I thought I knew them all extensively. I guess I was a bit wrong. The main point of the exercise was that there were no questions - just the numbers 1 through to 25. All you had to do was put something interesting about yourself after every number.

It sounded like a challenge, but it's surprising how narcissistic you can become when you're allowed to talk about yourself.

On reading everyone elses I learned things about people that I perhaps should have known before. Names they got called at school, places they've visited, their favourite why don't we talk about these interesting parts of our lives in everyday conversation?

I feel like a madwoman sometimes. After a few drinks my mind wanders off to a place where I can remember my favourite songs and my best day at the beach, and I start talking about them. For ages. I can't stop usually, and it's at these times I can feel myself becoming one of those drunk ranters. A person who doesn't shut up. But maybe if normal conversations were as stimulating as the ones dictated to me though my drunken personality, i wouldn't have to save up all my enthusiasm for the pub.

Maybe if it wasn't so strange, I could turn round to somebody and say "have you ever made pinaeapple upsidedown cake? It was one of the first cakes I made by myself, and even though it's so rubbish, I still love the taste and smell of them the best".

But I can't. I'm mysanthropic and uninterested. I dislike most things. This is the personality people are used to. Start becoming excited about a smiley face made out of rain on the bus window and people start edging away towards the dribbling man with the bright orange Danone hat on. Yes, he knows it's a yoghurt. He like the colour. Do you know what else he likes? So you care about the crazy man's likes and dislikes more than mine? I'm getting off, I'll see you all later when I've had some gin.
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