Let's meet at the Coffee Cup Club!!

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You know the feeling, you've been working hard, your back aches, your throat is parched.....what you need is a great cup of coffee!

Failing that, perhaps your water has gone off like ours recently, with the storms, or perhaps your kettle has been abducted by aliens. Either way, let me offer you an alternative.

A kettle, Pre-abduction today


Pop along to The Coffee Cup Club set up by Miki, where you can swap paintings, stories and sketches of your favourite coffee cup. It's a fun forum for artists and coffee drinkers alike!

Me and the Boys

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I just wanted to share with you one of the shots from a recent photoshoot with my cohorts in BC Sweet. The shoot was done up at Thoresby Hall in Yorkshire, or perhaps Nottinghamshire...the boundaries get a little fuzzy around there!

We're entering a busy band period now, with five weekends on the trot, starting with the Lubeck Festival in Germany on November 3rd, so I'm hoping to have shaken my cold off by then! But before that, a visit from my son Corey,
who arrives in a few days. I'm looking forward to getting an update on his band, Jilambis, who he drums for.Corey on the kit


Meanwhile, Miki has been busy dreaming up a new idea: Its called The Coffee Cup Club, click on the link and see what it's all about!

Later, bloggers!

Shameless Plug!

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Got a few minutes to spare? Why not nominate yours truly in the My Space Intel Supergroup contest!

Its easy; simply check out The Intel Supergroup Site on this link, and paste my URL;
www.myspace.com/kevinandrewmoore in one of the categories (singer, guitarist, whatever) and I might have half a chance of winning a plectrum or something!
A Plectrum relaxing today


Think of it as a blow against the Simon Cowell's of this world!

Thanks!


Simon Cowell being relaxed earlier today

The Rain in Spain does NOT stay mainly in the plain!!

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Some water yesterday

Look, let's face it, Rex Harrison and Audrey Hepburn, were WAY off on this one.
I'll tell you where the rain is. It's in Miki's atilier, its sheeting down, accompanied by endless, and I do mean endless (12 hours and counting)Thunder and lightning. The roads are rivers. I can only begin to imagine the amount of water deposited on Albir and surrounding areas during the night. The power is going on and off every two minutes. Why is that? What's the connection? Lots of water = no power. Why? God knows there's at least 250,000 volts coming down in the form of lightning bolts, so some sod's got electricity.

Some Wet People recently


I came to Spain for sunshine. I hate the rain. I find absolutely no redeeming features in it whatsoever, I do not find it romantic. Okay, it's life-giving, but let them collect it somewhere else, like Wales.

The day is dark and overcast, the sun has abandoned us, a fairweather friend. In Almeria, I'm sure, it is shining. It´s making me depressed. If you want to know what I look like today, PRESS HERE. For some reason, this area, surrounded by mountains, is a victim of its own microclimate, and those of us that live here, by extension. are victims of it too. I know I'm an easy target for derision here people, after all, some of you have to live in Manchester, so I should shut up and know when I'm well off. But this is a worrying trend. I think the weather is getting worse. Time was, you could rely on Spain for sun. It was synonymous with sun. No longer, I fear. Let us take time today, pointedly, to honour Al Gore, (the guy who is really the president, except it was stolen from him)who has raised our consciousness about climate change, and been awarded the Nobel Prize in honour of it. Mr. Gore, do you think you could have a word about Albir? We're drowning here, bud!

Al Gore is told he has a call waiting from Kev Moore

Still a little green around the gills

www.goodaboom.com Good evening, bloggers...yes, that's right, in such a weakened state am I , that I can't post an entry until the sun goes down. Having trouble shaking off this cold. Nevertheless, I can report that I have been working hard! I've been modelling for Miki, in a series of drawings. The bulk of the work consisted of me lying down. immobile, doing absolutely nothing. I can report that I achieved this objective with all the aplomb of a professional. I expect to get asked back on a regular basis, following my sterling performance. Future projects I have up my sleeve include;

Sleeping on the sofa
Spending longer in the bathroom than is absolutely necessary
Sometimes moving my head a little.

I'm sure you'll agree, such a full programme is liable to take its toll, so I'm off now to get some well-earned rest.

The Incongruity of a Cold in the Sun

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It seems, dear peruser of blogs, that I have unwittingly returned from my brief sojourn in Germany with an unexpected memento; to wit, one Germ.
As I write, I gaze glassy-eyed at the computer screen, laden down with the Mother of all Colds. My head is doing a good simulation of being pumped with Cavity Wall Insulation, my nose that of Niagara Falls, and my eyes feel as though the sand from all the Costas has been introduced into them, without anaesthetic.

I’m coughing like an old man, feeling a Winter’s chill, yet gazing out at glorious sunshine and Palm trees. It is an odd displacement. Certainly, I contracted this waiting around at a deserted railway station in East Germany, but one feels you have to actually be there while you’re suffering its effects.

I feel a fraud, languishing, bunged up to the eyeballs, in the Mediterranean sun. Still, better off here, than there, of that I have no doubt.

It started with a sore throat, not the type I get from hard singing, but one that was clearly an infection, you can feel the difference. Then it was downhill all the way. I’m just glad I don’t have a gig for a few weeks. Perhaps there will be time for Niagara to subside, and some men to come and take out the Cavity Wall Insulation.
A Cavity Wall Insulation Man earlier today

Diane of Poitiers - Sixteenth Century Groupie

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I thought today, as a companion piece to our travel journal, I would write a little about Diane of Poitiers. Tomorrow, in the journal you can read about our visit to Anet, where her Chateau is.It intrigues me as to how a woman like this would be perceived had she lived in the modern age. I think she would have been something of a rockstar groupie figure. By all accounts a good-looking woman, she was also very fit, an outdoors type, and an accomplished horserider. She was to become the favourite of the young Henri II, and I do mean young.Henri and his brother had been incarcerated in Spain at the ages of 7 and 8, and there he had read the tale Amadis de Gaula, a knight errant story, featuring the kind of Gentlewomen Diane came to embody for the young prince. It is thought she became his mistress in 1538, if allusions in their correspondence are anything to go by.
She enjoyed the King's favour, even at the expense of his wife, Catherine de Medici. He built the Chateau de Anet for her,
even entrusting her with the Crown Jewels. She weilded an extraordinary influence for a mistress. With a penchant for posing nude or topless for a series of portraits, her notoriety and influence would have made irresistible tabloid fodder nowadays. Maintaining her looks into her fifties,even her emblem has a touch of rock and roll about it, not unlike one of the Four Symbols from Led Zeppelin' fourth album


Today I imagine she would be viewed part Princess Diana, part Pamela Anderson.
Her influence waned when the King was injured in a jousting tournament, Catharine restricting access to him, repeatedly calling for Diane in vain. When he died, she was banished to the Chateau at Chaumont,where her emblem can clearly be seen carved above one of the fireplaces. She remained there for a short time before moving to her beloved Anet, where she live in comfort, but died in relative obscurity. She was laid to rest in a mausoleum next to the Chateau, but as you will see in our travel tale tomorrow, that wasn't quite the last injustice visited upon Diane.

Immortalised in the 1950's Hollywood Movie starring Lana Turner, Diane remains a Sixteenth Century Pop Icon, who certainly had the X Factor!