Cube Blog

well its the end of an era, last night saw the thekla close its doors for possibly the very last time.

my first visit to the thekla (prob late 1980’s) or as it was called then, the wonderfully titled ‘the old profanity showboat’! was to see a band called ‘jonah and the wail’ and being confronted on the door by the huge n scary presence of the then manager of the place – a man who looked like he could’ve just stepped off a 18th century pirate ship. there was certainly no messing with him. i have been there many times since and had some fine ole times. too many to mention here.

well Espionage saw it out in some style last night! playing old faves, mod classics, obscure northern soul and much much more and any club that can mix iron maiden followed by kraftwork.. well nuf said!

but my enduring memory of the whole evening, as i stumbled out of there at 4am, was the sight of espionage’s fat paul on the dance floor! fair play to him and all the espionage crew for making the theklas last ride a good one!

I just came back from doing an appointed person’s first aid course which I zealously volunteered to do for the cube. It is a ‘corporate training’ day course, which should tell you a lot, and it involved disturbing plastic torsos, a flip chart, etc. At least I got to keep some bandages, although overall it was a pretty depressing affair. The teacher (70 year old man) seemed to take a dislike to me and when I asked a question wheeled round and roared “WHAAATTT???” as if it was a really stupid question. Which it might have been to be fair. He also seemed to not listen to a word that anybody (especially me) said. So when I said I worked at a cinema, he kept on asking me questions about conservation. I thought it would be kinder to make it up rather than correct him. In fact, when he asked anybody anything it was really just an excuse to talk about himself for a while. All the people whose lives he’s saved. etc. He also kept on talking about “windows of opportunity” which seemed hilariously ironic when sat in a practically windowless 1950s concrete ex-high school in Lawrence Weston. I also completely failed to put a really really obese woman in the recovery position. Her elbow wouldn’t reach the ground. Talking of failing, I kept on thinking of how embarrassing it would be if I failed the course. However, it’s ok, it turned out to be totally unfailable (they printed off the certificates before the end of the day). Anyway, I’m now the person to turn to if you fall over or something at the cube. But please try not to.

By the way, please come to the cube on saturday night for some SECRETARY themed membership data entry frolics.
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