The Really Rather Great Wall Of China

Yesterday it was cold, overcast with a touch of sporadic snow and Sunday. Hence when we went to the Great Wall, we were pretty much the only people there. In fact, we didn’t pass one person at all, giving us the impression that we kind of owned the big rocky thing.





The lack of attendance wasn’t just limited to the tourists – there was no axe-wielding guard defending the area beyond the ‘No Entry’ section, so we went off-road and scrambled our way through a more hazardous stretch of the crumbling wall.








Not great for £19.99 black brogues bought through eBay, but it did bag us a fantastic picnic spot – we’d even bought a cheese knife especially.







It was all a bit ‘Lord Of The Rings’, and rather tranquil and beautiful, with a smidgering of snow here and there. Although the trek reminded me just how chronically unfit I am – after about 20 high steps I was panting like an overweight Labrador in summer.

All that excursion made us build up a bit of a hunger, so we ate an outrageous amount of dumplings (the waitress found us rather amusing) at a restaurant in the evening before watching ‘The Apprentice’. Obviously, this was the best day of my China visit so far.

Malled In China

We all know how easy it is to get ahead of ourselves, don’t we. Having said that, to build an entire shopping mall when there’s only one proprietor actually willing to set up shop there is a bit short-sighted. Here is such a shopping mall.




Having said that, at least the public toilets are well guarded.

Mau That’s Impressive

Seeing as I’d been sat down for roughly 35 hours previously, I decided to take a walk on my first day in Beijing. I just headed off into what I vaguely remembered Adrian saying was the centre of town, and soon came across this.





It’s the Forbidden City – so called because it used to be shut off to the ordinary citizens. And me – as it was past 4pm, I wasn’t allowed in. Hmph. Saw some guards running around though.





Yesterday I guffawed into the pus-capped heads of my rapidly expanding foot blisters and walked for at least 15 miles around the centre area of Beijing.

As anyone would, I chose to start my day by having a look at a preserved corpse.

Tiananmen Square is the world’s largest public square, and is more akin to the Sahara than its Trafalgar counterpart. And its main attraction is the pickled body of Chairman Mao, who died in 1976.

No cameras allowed (as I found out after I had already queued for 20 minutes only to be marched to the locker room in front of around 1000 sniggering Chinese people), so no snaps of the stiff, I’m afraid. But all I’ll say is that I’ve seen more impressive efforts in Louis Tussourds (Google that, hilarious) – I’m not convinced.

Following that I went traipsing, and ended up at a mall that was half full of vendors selling wholesale hairdressing supplies, and half full of those selling restaurant supplies. Pretty interesting, but I didn’t need much from either, so I went to the Temple Of Heaven Park.

The vast, tranquil park houses the temple itself, born of the Ming dynasty, and is as spectacular as it is relaxing.








We hit Mix, a nightclub in the evening, where Kentaro was DJing. He was a little deck-demon, but the dude that followed him insisted on playing the kind of insipid r’n’b you see on large screens behind reception areas at B-grade media companies.





A fun night all the same – and it’s quite fun being two foot taller than everyone else on the dancefloor (apart from Toby, naturally).

Welcome To Texas. Welcome To Texas.

There’s something wildly ironic about leaving Texas, flying to China, then the first bar you go to being named Tim’s Texas Bar.

Still, good to see some saddles attached to the ceiling to help me acclimatise – and my first evening in Beijing was quite literally a winner. I joined Adrian and Toby and their friends’ quiz team and despite my contribution beginning and ending with wrongly suggesting that the French and Australian were the only two tennis grand slams Fred Perry Bjorn Borg didn’t win, I revelled in a victory sup from the keg of ale we won. If that start doesn’t suggest this is going to be a good jaunt I don’t know what will.

US Scareways

US Airways is the place where air hostesses go to die. Full of chintzy, frumpy, slightly mental ladies who are doing their best to make life hell for you, it’s like the film ‘Misery’ with added sarcasm and the same odds of escape.

Fly Emirates, however, and you cold get this much leg room. JUST LOOK AT IT!




The entertainment system would send a big crack through the screen of anything you might already have in your living room. You can tot up figures about screen size, film selection, sound quality and the like – but the factor that removes any doubt about whether this airline is the greatest in the world lies in its ‘Classic UK Comedy’ section on demand. Where you can watch this:




Good to know that a few foreign folk will have been educated in the ways of our comedy arts by viewing that classic.

South By Southwest

So that was South By Southwest, then. The highlight? Probably THIS. No, I’m not going to Rickroll you.

THIS was good too, mind.

Here’s what it looked like:















To the East!

The View From My Face In Austin

Can't sleep at South By Southwest.

This is what I’m looking at right now:





Bad things about hotels:

When travelling the world in the name of music journalism I stay in hotels there’s no way I could feasibly afford myself. Hence standard social practices in these, like dishing out dollar bill tips like confetti, are beyond me. Hence the staff view me in a manner that suggests I ran over their cat during the taxi journey from the airport.

Nothing to eat at 4am. Not that I ever have anything to eat in my own flat at 4am. But I do live about five doors down from a kebab shop.

I always fall asleep to US TV resulting in me subliminally processing about eight hours of adverts for chilli dogs, deep pans and pizzas and burger deals – I’m sure I actually wake up fatter.

Good things about hotels:

There’s no pleasure quite like drinking the rest of your still-cold room service champagne from the night before to mark the first thing you do after you wake up.

Frankly, anything above ‘motorway Travelodge’ standard qualifies as much comfier than my £50 mattress.

Unlike my bedroom, hardly any of them are situated directly next to a busy north London bus route in such a way that allows you to make eye contact with passengers on the top deck of double deckers when they pass.

I'll be filling THIS with newsy goodness later on.

Hello. I’m In Austin

I’ve Landed in Austin, and I’ve made the best indie spot possible already.

Really, it’s only downhill from here.

Check out THE ACTION HERE – BOSH.

SXSW – I Should Really Pack, Shouldn't I

First SXSW blog HERE. Not much happening yet…

Hello

I’ve been meaning to set up one of these for about a year. But my assertion that whenever I actually do have time between writing Joe Lean news, watching The Wire and corn-rowing my hair to start blogging my face off I should be dedicating these ‘windows’ to doing it on that big website I do, has made me not bother.

Until I whacked my head on my bathroom door and had an epiphamy – whenever I do NME type blogs I’ll simply link them with clickthroughs like THIS ONE RIGHT HERE MY FRIEND.

And all other stuff – cereal observations, searing insights into why The Office is better than Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps, you know, stuff like that – I’ll leave right here.




Until I lapse and can’t keep it updated – admittedly highly likely to occur not long after the tapping sound I’m making now has finished ricocheting off my bedroom walls – that is.

I’m going to SXSW on Tuesday so expect some blog links then, then I’m off to China where I plan to amass photos of myself next to landmarks wearing large sunglasses and making a double thumbs-up gesture.

I had to go through quite a few Mclusky-referencing titles before the site would accept this one - so apologies for the slightly lame blog title. Rice Is Nice and Friends Stoning Friends were already taken. Heartening to know there are a few others out there, mind.