Yesterday evening I attended the launch of a book by Greg Stekelman, also known as The Man Who Fell Asleep. You ought to buy his book, I think. Readers of LiveJournal will appreciate the blog style presentation, and the flights of fantasy which make it a welcome relief from the grim reality of the average blog. Like this blog. Three glasses of wine, two speeches, eight conversations and eighteen Doritos later, I wandered across Soho to play some records at the Love Your Enemies club night. razorcheekbones failed to be dragged away from her boyfriend’s book launch, even with the promise of some Steely Dan, and it’s a good job she didn’t, as I failed to play any Steely Dan. tregard also came along in the hope of hearing some Steely Dan, and went home disappointed. Why people don’t just stay at home and listen to Steely Dan I have no idea. I know I do.

I played about 22 records during a fun-filled, sweat-drench hour and a quarter (I was drenched with sweat, no-one else was, no-one was dancing) and the track that sounded best – by a mile, I should add – was “We Don’t Talk Anymore” by Cliff Richard. You would have thought that time hadn’t been kind to Cliff’s music – god knows, people aren’t – but it stood out like a finely-polished spoon. Although I did surround it with Finnish rock, unmastered Spearmint tracks and obscure records from the ZTT record label, so the competition wasn’t particularly stiff, I suppose. Still, well done, Cliff. It’s so funny, how we don’t listen to “It’s So Funny How We Don’t Talk Anymore” anymore.

(Which reminds me of my friend who recorded a song called “I Can’t Get ‘I Can’t Get ‘Bouncing Babies’ by The Teardrop Explodes’ by The Freshies”. Genius.)

Next Thursday (18th May) also features Soho fun; Spektacle Magazine are putting on a night featuring myself (playing Free French songs on a piano), my chum Alex (aka Alexander’s Festival Hall) and a woman known as Ninki V. More information is here; but it’s at Asylum, 28 Rathbone Place, London W1T 1DB. £3 to get in, the fun starts at eight, probably, because that’s when fun usually starts.