Eat My Camera

I was too tired last night to write anything comprehensive about the Dizreali gig but it definitely deserves more than a few lines of tired thoughts. 

I rarely go and see any live music, so when I do, it has to be something really worth seeing. Dizraeli met all of my expectations and then some. When we saw him at the Greenbelt Festival he was with his whole band, ‘The Small Gods’ and so I wasn’t sure whether a solo gig would compare. It did. Wow.
In an hour or so we went from grimy hip-hop to subversive ranting, from beautiful poetry to calls for political action. We journeyed through the Marshes of Hackney, to the ‘jungle’ refugee camp, from the Gaza trip to an African village. We laughed and we got angry and we danced. Dizraeli is more than a musician, he’s a storyteller and lyrical genius and political activist and comedian and I think I might be a little bit in love with him. 

An added bonus to this little trip to Oxford was waking up with the family this morning and cramming in a couple of hours of nephew cuddles and reading and breakfast and lego. 


Another journey through April blizzards in time for work this afternoon, delightfully interrupted with a request for some photography from the shop downstairs. Always happy to help!