#esplanade hotel

[alfairb]

Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear Ghosts appear and fade away Ghosts appear and fade away Ghosts appear and fade away

#Men at Work #Overkill #Cargo #1983 #Colin Hay #Greg Ham #Ron Strykert #John Rees #Jerry Speiser #pop rock #new wave #soft rock #80s #Melbourne #Victoria #Australia #Esplanade Hotel #music #music video #anxiety

[debrink]

Esplanade Hotel

Praha

#Esplanade Hotel #Prague Hotels #Czech Luggage Labels #deBrink

[postcard-from-the-past]

Esplanade Hotel in Berlin, Germany

German vintage postcard, mailed in 1913 to Wien, Austria

#vintage #tarjeta #briefkaart #postcard #germany #photography #1913 #hotel #postal #berlin #carte postale #german #sepia #ephemera #esplanade hotel #historic #austria #esplanade #ansichtskarte #postkarte #wien #postkaart #mailed #photo

[hotelbooking]

Soul on the Esplanade - HR Surfers Paradise For travelers who want to take in the sights and sounds of Gold Coast, Enjoy all that For guests arriving by car, parking is provided free of charge. Always get the assistance you need with front desk services including concierge service and luggage storage. For longer stays or whenever you need it, the laundromat and laundry service keep your favorite travel outfits clean and available. Feel like doing nothing? Available services like room service let you get the most out of your time at All guestrooms at Don't worry about being thirsty as a refrigerator and a coffee or tea maker are provided in some guestrooms. Bathroom amenities are just as important as others, and at the apartment you'll find a hair dryer and towels available in some guest bathrooms. Don't start your vacation days without your morning coffee, available every morning in the café. A number of great dining options at the apartment assures that you'll always have convenient...

#Soul on the Esplanade - HR Surfers Paradise #HotelKDM #hotel #travel

[yummraj]

Badhshah (Lindsay street, kolkata)

Badhshah (Lindsay street, kolkata)

In a nutshell: A restaurant that we have been quite a few times, few decades back, mainly for the rolls, pleasantly surprised us with some great kolkata street food last month. Address & other details: badshah Meal for 2: ₹250 onwards Cuisine type : vegetarian & non vegetarian Disclaimer: All restaurants / eateries reviewed by YUMMRAJ were visited by YUMMRAJ himself & he has paid for the…

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#Casual Dining in central kolkata #Casual Dining in Kolkata #Central Kolkata restaurants #Chinese Restaurants in kolkata #Dharmatala restaurants #Esplanade restaurants #Fast Food Restaurants in kolkata #hotel near Dharmatala #hotel near esplanade #Kolkata Restaurants #Lindsay street #Lindsay street eateries #Lindsay street food #Lindsay street restaurants #Mughlai Restaurants in kolkata #North Indian Restaurants in Kolkata #Quick Bites in Kolkata #Restaurants in Kolkata #restaurants near Dharmatala #restaurants near esplanade #what to eat at Lindsay street

[antinousmondragone]

Photographs by Nan Goldin

At the bar: Toon, Cee, and So, Bangkok, 1992 Max, Muffy, and Peter at Sharon’s birthday party, Provincetown, 1976 Joey and Andres in Hotel Askanischer Hof, Berlin, 1992 Christine floating in the sea, St. Barth's, 1999 Yogo Putting on Powder, Second Trip, Bangkok, 1993 Picnic on the Esplanade, Boston, 1973 Clemens lying on his back, Paris, 2001 Christmas at The Other Side, Boston, 1972

#nan goldin #photography #portraiture #queer photography

[suetravelblog]

Green Horseshoe Zagreb Croatia

Green Horseshoe Zagreb Croatia

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#Ante Starčević Square #Croatian State Archives #Golden Flower of Europe Award #Hotel Esplanade #Importanne Centar #King Tomislav Square #Lenuci’s Green Horseshoe #Lisinski Concert Hall #Marko Marulić Square #Marshal Tito Square #Mimara Museum #Museum of Arts and Crafts #Nikola Šubić Zrinski Square #Strossmayer Gallery of Old Masters #Urban Planner Milan Lenuci #Zagreb Archaeological Museum #Zagreb Art Pavilion #Zagreb Botanical Garden #Zagreb Green Horseshoe #Zagreb Lower Town #Zagreb Main Railway Station #Zagreb National Theatre #Zagreb Philharmonic #Zrinjevac Park #Zrinjevac Park Music Pavilion

[anajadcilokin]

Esplanade Zagreb Hotel 🇭🇷

#croatia #zagreb #esplanade #hotel #photobyme

[thewales]

Telegraph:

Prince William’s 4-day trip [to Singapore] is set to begin on Sunday and some of Singapore’s most prominent buildings will be lit up in green on Monday at sunset, before the awards take place the next day.

The buildings and landmarks that will be lit up include:

The Fullerton Hotel Singapore, Singapore Sports Hub, The British High Commission, The British High Commissioner’s Residence – Eden Hall, Singapore Flyer, Gardens by the Bay, Junction 8, Plaza Singapura, Esplanade – Theatres on the Bay, Temasek Shophouse, The Helix, Cavenagh Bridge, Coleman Bridge, Elgin Bridge, Anderson Bridge, Marina Bay Sands and the ArtScience Museum which will feature large-scale light projections of the natural world.

#brf #the prince of wales #Prince William #earthshot prize

[feytouched]

scent of the day: poets of berlin (vilhelm parfumerie)

picture this: 8:30 am, breakfast at the hotel esplanade. you're rather hungover. someone two tables down is smoking, but thankfully the wind seldom blows the tobacco towards you. your companion, smelling of just-applied aftershave, sits in silence until your food arrives. you ordered blueberry pancakes; the berries are round and large, their flesh whitish-green (not the small purple kind), warmed by the vanilla-scented steam wafting from the stack of pancakes. you eat them in a daze, lulled by the slow morning sounds of a city waking up and the quiet conversations around you.

poets of berlin starts out very green, with a cool menthol-like quality. the vanilla is secondary and the blueberry only a vague third in the initial scent impression; i also definitely get an unlisted note of cigarette smoke from it. the vanilla then gradually amps up in volume until it dominates the heart notes. i like how evocative it is of a sleepless morning in its balancing act of freshness and staleness. depending which way it leans on your skin, i can see it being a favourite or a dud. on me, it's a rather unique and enjoyable take on a vanilla-centric fragrance.

#scent of the day #vp: poets of berlin #vilhelm parfumerie #scents #perfume #fragrance

[anticbrvtalist]

LAIBACH, LAST FEW DAYS, 23 SKIDOO at Hotel Esplanade, Zagreb April 1983 - "Muzički Biennale Zagreb" Festival.

(Jani Novak, Milan Fras, Dejan Knez, Iztok Turk, Keir Fraser, Daniel Landin, Si Joyce, Alex Turnbull, Johnny Turnbull, Fritz Catlin, Richard Heslop,..).

#laibach #last few days #23 skidoo #esthetic #post punk #industrial culture #industrial music

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Esplanade Hotel

Praha

#Esplanade Hotel #Praha #Prague Hotels #Czech Luggage Labels

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort at the Beach

Summary - Part 36 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

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After finishing your delicious breakfast Dean takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. You assume he’s leading you back towards the car until he makes an unexpected turn towards the esplanade.

“Babe, the car’s back that way,” you state pointing in the direction of the Impala.

“I know. I had something else in mind…unless you wanna go back to the hotel and continue what we started earlier?”

“As tempting as that is, lead the way.” You let him guide you along the street as you each look through the glass windows at the displays. Eventually, he stops and leads you into a store filled with beachwear and accessories. You look at him shocked. “But you hate the beach?”

“But you don’t. I saw you looking out the window earlier.”

“But I’m not gonna go to the beach on my own on our honeymoon, nor am I gonna force you to be subject to the whole laundry list of complaints you gave me last time I asked to go the beach. You’ll just be annoyed and then I’ll feel guilty and the day will just suck.” You turn to lead him back out onto the street but he pulls you close to his chest instead.

“I won’t bitch about it, I promise.” Dean spots a sexy red bikini out the corner of his eye and drags you over to the display picking out your size and handing it to you. “Trust me. Just go try it on.”

“You promise? Not a word about the sand? Or the salt water? Or-”

“Anything for you, now go try that on and give me a fashion show.” He pushes you towards the dressing room as he collects towels, sunscreen, and a new pair of sunglasses for each of you.

Once dressed in the slightly skimpy bikini you suddenly feel very self-conscious. You throw the flannel back on over the top and nervously peak out of the curtain for Dean. When you don’t see him you quietly call out for him. He pops up from around the corner almost instantly with an overflowing basket.

“Alright, let’s see it,” he says encouraging you. You step out but keep your arms folded across your chest to keep the flannel shut. “Hey, it’s just me. Don’t get all shy on me now.” He places the basket on the floor and pries your hands away from your chest and slips the flannel off your shoulders. His eyes glance over your body as he makes you spin for him. “Can’t believe I got such a sexy wife.” Sensing your unabating discomfort he pulls a light red, floral kimono from a nearby mannequin and slides it over your shoulders. “Better?”

You pull it closed in front for more coverage and nod. He kisses your cheek and pulls you close. “You’re never this shy in bed.”

“It’s different. It’s dark and you’re the only one there.”

“If anyone else tries to check you out or touch you they’re dead. This,” he gestures at your body, “is all for me.”

“Alright, Mr. Big Talk, your turn.” You venture into the men’s section a pick out a pair of simple black boardshorts.

“Sweetheart, you know I don’t do shorts.”

“Actually, I know for a fact you do.” You push them into his hands and lead him back towards the dressing room. “I’ve seen you cleaning Baby. Not to mention we share a room…I’ve seen your collection of short shorts in your drawer.” You push him into the dressing room and close the curtain. While you wait for him you pick out a pair of slip-on sandals.

“Nope. No. Nope. I don’t do shorts.” Dean complains from behind the curtain.

“You promised. No complaints. Now get out here.”

Dean awkwardly emerges while pulling at the bottom of the swim shorts which fall just above his knees. You walk around him, checking him out. The shorts fit perfectly, moulding to the shape of his sexy ass. You nod in approval, “Perfect. But you are losing at least a few of these top layers when we get on the sand,” you say tugging at the collar of his jacket.

“Can we just pay and get out of here already? And stop objectifying me while you’re at it.”

You roll your eyes and head for the checkout.

As you walk outside you slip on the knockoff Ray Bans Dean picked out for you. You stop by the Impala to drop off your clothes and boots before making your way onto the warm, golden sand. Once you find a secluded space Dean spreads out the towels on the sand. You each sit down on them as you start applying sunscreen to your face and arms. Watching you, Dean pulls out his phone and holds it up to get a sneaky photo but you turn at the last second and catch him. You smile nervously, not the biggest fan of photos, and he snaps it quickly before tossing his phone down beside him and reaching for the sunscreen and gesturing for you to turn around. He gently slides down the kimono to massage the cream into the skin on your neck and back, his fingers skiming under the straps of the bikini ensuring full coverage. As he finishes, he pecks just behind your ear and you lean back against him. He squirts on a little more cream and starts massaging it over your exposed chest and stomach. His hands linger on your stomach, his mind momentarily wandering back to the time when he was imagining it growing with your child.

Feeling his hands you know exactly where his mind’s at. Not wanting to fall down that rabbit hole with him you put your hands over his and sit up. “It’s your turn.” You lift his shirt off his torso and start massaging the suncream into his skin, feeling him relax under your touch.

“So far this isn’t so bad. You didn’t emphasize how much touching came along with a beach vacation.”

“There was never this much touching in any of the beach trips I went on with my family. We all just managed our own sun safety. My brother never would have wanted to touch me, nor would I want him to.”

“So, you had beach days often as a kid then?”

“Every summer my parents would rent out a beach house in L.A. Except for that last one when my brother insisted we go camping instead…I complained so much, I hated it, but my mom promised me that we’d still get to go to the beach for a week after we came back from camping. Of course that never happened ‘cause well, you know the rest…”

Your hands stop rubbing in the cream and he pulls you into his lap. “I’m sorry. So the beach..you feel-”

“Close to them. It’s the last happy memory I have of my family. It’s been years though. I’m okay.”

“I lost my mom when I was four, I’ve had my whole life to process it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt. I wish I had known that’s why you wanted to come, I would’ve brought you here sooner.”

“After all your complaints it hardly seemed worth it, and then I also knew you’d just feel guilty for complaining. And I know you’re probably feeling that now, but that’s not why I told you. I just don’t want secrets from you, not that this was ever a secret per se, it’s just hard to talk about.”

He holds you close to his chest and kisses your head. You take a few moments to compose yourself and accept Dean’s comfort. Then you pull back slightly to look up at his face. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna go for a swim, clear my head.” He nods and starts to stand up with you. “You don’t have to come, it’s enough you brought me this far.” You lean down and kiss him as he sits back down. He watches as you descend towards the water.

You wade through the cool, salty water until it’s just past your waist and then splash some water on your face. After wiping your face you glance back up the beach at Dean. You can’t tell if he’s watching you through his dark shades but you smile at him anyway. The water provides you a comfort you didn’t know you needed. You turn around to go deeper where you can dive a little, when you come back up a little where you can stand comfortably you feel arms wrap around your waist. You scream out of shock as you quickly wipe your face and claw at the hands.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just me.” Dean spins you around in his arms just keeping a light grip on your waist. Feeling a sting under the water he pulls his right hand up to inspect the scratches. “I guess I really should know better than to sneak up on a hunter.”

“Sorry,” you say as you bring his hand up to your lips kissing the scratch.

“You always were feisty, it’s one of the things that made me attracted to you in the first place.”

“I generally know your touch, it’s just a little disorienting under the water, I was in my head a little.”

He puts his hand back on your waist, pulls you close and kisses you softly. “I was thinking, since we just splurged on all this, whenever we catch a case near a beach we’ll take an extra day, or we can just make the drive. You seem so relaxed and happy here, it’s a good look on you, I wanna see it more often.”

“I like the sound of that. I was also thinking…how about tonight we do something that’s more typically us? Let’s go to a bar, get some drinks, hustle some pool, maybe earn back some of the money we’ve spent?”

“You sure?”

“You gave me today, here, despite your aversions to the place. I just want to return the favour.”

“I can think of other ways you can do just that…but I’ll take a night at the bar with you, some darts and some pool.”

You both move along with the waves closer to the shore. A cool breeze blows past you causing you to shiver. “How about we pick up some takeout, head back to the hotel, share a hot shower to clean off all this salt and sand, and then cuddle up for the rest of the afternoon?” You ask.

“That sounds perfect,” he replies before kissing you and walking back up to shore with you. He shakes the sand off your towel and then wraps it around your shoulders before shaking out his own and drying himself off. Slightly drier, he pulls his t-shirt on and then holds out your kimono so you can slip it on for a little extra warmth and modesty. You walk back to the Impala together and Dean tosses all the stuff on the backseat and then joins you in the front before driving back to the hotel.

After sharing a hot shower and changing into comfortable clothes you and Dean find yourself snuggling up in bed watching some reruns of Dr. Sexy. 

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[hotelbooking]

Esplanade Motels Esplanade Motels offer modern and spacious accommodation with full kitchen facilities, just 3 minutes’ drive from Gore town centre. Each apartment includes electric blankets, satellite TV and a DVD player. Free WiFi access is provided. The self-contained units are situated on the ground floor and include a flat-screen TV. All bathrooms have a heater and hairdryer. Esplanade Motels Gore is a 3-minute drive from Eastern Southland Art Gallery. It is a 10-minute walk to the Mataura River, which is ideal for fishing. Invercargill is 1 hour’s drive away. Continental breakfast is available each morning at an extra charge. Free off-street parking is included. BBQ facilities and a guest laundry are provided.

#Esplanade Motels #HotelKDM #hotel #travel

[missoneminute]

Fuck I love the title of the album so much - All Quiet on the Eastern Esplanade, gorgeous. As @djdjk696988 pointed out, All Quiet On The Western Avenue was the name of Peter’s QPR fanzine, and of course All Quiet on the Western Front is a well-known WW1 reference. And the title refers to the location of the Albion Rooms, obviously, as well. As @suchasinistergame said, it just brings together so much of their history and mythology. It gives me such massive feels. Above that, as well, after so many years of us wanting that sort of mythology applied to the hotel, to truly rise it above a financial venture, they beautifully did just that - wrote there, recorded there, named their album after it and included songs set there. It was a long wait, but a reminder that they’re always exactly who they were, chaos and delay and procrastination and all. 

[dirty-pretty-jackal-s]

THE LIBERTINES: ROCKIN’ AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Back in action - and in truly festive spirit - for a Margate knees-up ahead of forthcoming fourth album 'All Quiet on the Eastern Esplanade', the likely lads are writing a positive new chapter onto their wild career.

Words: Lisa Wright  Photos: Ed Miles 20th December 2023

The Libertines have been known for many things over the years. As one of the most storied indie outfits of the ‘00s. As an example of that rare magic that can happen when two people - in their case, rollercoaster bromance frontmen Pete Doherty and Carl Barât - spark in a way that makes something far bigger than the sum of its parts. As a band whose generation-defining first two albums dressed the genre up in romance and red military garb before imploding in a mess of destruction and addiction.

Two decades and two reunions on, and all these things remain true. But right now, in the fireside belly of their Margate hotel The Albion Rooms, the band have got other things on their mind: namely, what a Libertines Christmas single could entail. “‘Can’t Stand Tree Now’. No wait, ‘Death on the Sledge’…” suggests Doherty with a glint in his eye as photos are taken and his massive dog Gladys snaffles a mince pie clean out of his hand. “‘Tell It To We Three Kings!’” pipes up bassist John Hassall, as all four signal their approval and break into impromptu festive song - not for the first or last time this afternoon.

The Libertines’ forthcoming new album - their first in nearly a decade, and second since reforming - might be named ‘All Quiet on the Eastern Esplanade’, but on the titular Margate street, on a blustery December day, the mood is anything but sedate. The band have congregated for a special weekender of events to launch the record, beginning with an intimate show at the Lido down the road later in the evening - a working men’s club-type room with chintzy Christmas dressing that clearly hasn’t seen this sort of rowdy action in decades. At one point we turn around and someone’s bag is on fire. It gets hastily stamped out. The show goes on.

A few weeks before this, however, and the two frontmen are gathered in the oak-panelled backroom of a posh London pub, viewing The Albion Rooms from a different angle. They’ve just been delivered the mock-ups of their latest LP sleeve, on which a cast of colourful characters line the street outside their Margate space. “That’s Sister Mary from the song ‘Mustang’; that’s the ‘Man with the Melody’; that’s the refugee from ‘Merry Old England’,” points out Doherty. “Look she’s got a bottle of rum in the pram as well, she’s shoplifting. That’s good, that. Very clever,” he nods with satisfaction.

The pair have a lot to be satisfied about, too. They’ve come out the other side of the metaphorical tornado with their band and their friendship largely intact; ‘All Quiet…’, we suggest, sounds like an album made by a group of people that genuinely want to be there. “I’m glad it sounds that way because it’s utterly true, and it’s an album we actually did want to make and we really put everything into the songs,” explains Barât. “Even saying that is a bit emotional for me…”

“He’s [Doherty] a part of my life that I’d miss horrendously if it wasn't there.— Carl Barât

The path to The Libertines’ latest was a very different one to any of those that have come before for the band. These days, both frontmen live comparatively sedate family lives on their respective coastlines - Barât in Margate and Doherty in France. Doherty has been clean for several years since relocating during the pandemic; his day-to-day world is clearly a whole universe away from the not-so-good old days.

Having decamped to Jamaica as a duo “to plot up together a while and see what was what”, they set up camp in a glass studio on top of a hill where, Doherty notes, “the glass was so well-polished, all the local birds kept flying into the walls”. “Every so often you’d just get a thud, and it wouldn’t kill ‘em but they’d be stunned and slowly come to life and then I’d draw them. They’re on my wall,” he says. The musical results of the trip were slim pickings (“When we got back and sat down with everyone and played the demos, we were a bit shocked at how bad they were…”), but the willingness to keep going together was cemented.

Reconvening with Hassall and drummer Gary Powell, the following sessions in Kent and Normandy were surprisingly wholesome affairs. “Some of those nights when we were doing backing vocals, it felt like we were getting a bit lashed up but we weren’t, we were all really sober. But it had that same energy,” recalls Doherty. Barât chuckles: “The energy that’s imbued in us from years of lash!” And whilst we must all pour one out for a song left on the cutting room floor, ‘What A Time For The Bellhop’, which Barât describes as sounding “like the Blackadder theme tune”, what did emerge was a record that doffs its hat to the albums that made their name whilst creating notable differences along the way.

Though the flights of fancy and arcadian dreaming are still present and correct, there are splashes of cold reality to the likes of ‘Merry Old England’’s acknowledgement of the refugee crisis that feel like an important update. “It’s hard not to be [more rooted in reality] when it’s right in your face so vividly, especially in Margate,” Doherty says. “Thanet Council has had to house more refugees than any borough in this whole country; the two years I was in Margate, that was my everyday world.

“Even when we were looking for staff to work cash in hand at the hotel at the start, we were helping people out who’d come straight out the camp and then discovering a lot of them were fucking amazing artists, or mothers, brothers and sisters looking [for a place to exist] in the same way that our ancestors came over from Ireland or wherever. We’ve got a right old mix between us [in the band]; we’ve got about twelve different waves of immigrants, probably like most English people. There’s probably only about seven people in the depths of Wales who have pure Ancient Britain DNA.”

“It’s never felt normal - these characters, this chemistry. It never feels normal, but it’s certainly a lot more normal than it has been in years.— Carl Barât

In the years since 2015’s ‘Anthems For Doomed Youth’, there had been a lot of talk of new music, but nothing by way of action. “I’d been saying, ‘New music’s just around the corner!’ in interviews cos you don’t wanna not say that, but it had started to wear a bit thin,” says Barât. “We had this thing for ages in interviews where we’d list the songs but we’d just be coming out with titles on the spot,” remembers Doherty. “‘Yeah we’ve got a song called ‘Bottle Your Mum’ or something like that. And then we’d have to read back through the interview to write songs with those titles.”

It’s perhaps unsurprising that it took so long to record ‘Anthems…’’ follow-up when you look at the spectres that were still swirling around the band during its writing and release. “When I think back to that time, it’s all a blank. Not even a blur it’s just a jumbled blank,” muses Doherty as Barât mumbles: “Yeah, well there’s a reason for that…”

“It’s hard not to be [more rooted in reality] when it’s right in your face so vividly.— Pete Doherty

Today, the magnetic, see-sawing nature of the chemistry that’s been the pair’s greatest asset and biggest source of upset is in full swing. One moment they’re bickering about grammar and flinging hilariously petty insults (Barât: “You said ‘my bad’ the other day…” Doherty: “I have NEVER said ‘my bad’. EVER”); the next they’re breaking into random Cockney songs; a few minutes later, a topic will come up that looks like it might bring either or both to tears. These days, with a literal sea between them, they don’t get to hang out much outside of the band. “That’s why we come back and do it, I think,” says Doherty. “Because we want to check up on each other.” But there’s still the sense that the two musicians are bound together by something stronger and more innate than most. As Barât puts it: “He’s a part of my life that I’d miss horrendously if it wasn't there.”

Doherty has an analogy. “It’s like two shopkeepers that have got this massive backload of stock in the back room, and one of them decided he wanted to sell something else for a while and now he’s come back, not cap in hand exactly, but he’s like, ‘Actually, some of this fruit’s still good to go’,” he says, picking up steam. “‘Let’s pump out some tangerines in the early morning rush’, and it turns out they’re as juicy and ripe as they ever thought they were. And maybe it was just the glass that was dirty rather than the actual produce.”

Barât raises his eyebrow in mock indignation: “For me, I was selling tangerines and then he went into insurance. So now he’s back from insurance, he’s realised that tangerines taste nice and oranges aren’t the only fruit!” Cue both men breaking into a simultaneous rendition of ‘Let’s All Go Down The Strand (Have A Banana)’.

Watching The Libertines barrel through the hits as lucky Margate Lido ticket holders holler back every word; seeing the quartet mess about like old mates in front of a Christmas fire, and listening to a new record that feels like a band reinvigorated, there’s something undeniably heartwarming about this current era of the quartet. There’s still an aura of charming chaos around them, but these days it’s in a jolly, eccentric way rather than something that could genuinely rip them apart at any minute. “It’s never felt normal - these characters, this chemistry,” says Barât. “It never feels normal, but it’s certainly a lot more normal than it has been in years.”

“It makes me think of those two young lads tramping down the Holloway Road - how much we believed in the music - and in many ways that hasn’t really changed,” Doherty nods. “We’ve been a little pattern on the wallpaper of the great Albion tapestry. If you could dig up Shakespeare or Graham Greene or Oscar Wilde from the dead and say, ‘Hey! People are still fucking having it with your writing’, they’d be overjoyed. Sometimes I’ll be thinking maybe we aren’t relevant any more, and then some kid will come past on a bike in his muddy boots and leather jacket and say, ‘Ah Pete, I fucking love ‘Up The Bracket’ mate’, and that’ll reinvigorate me with the force.”

‘All Quiet on the Eastern Esplanade’ is out 8th March via Casablanca/ Republica Records.

#the libertines #carl barat #peter doherty #john hassall #gary powell #all quiet on the eastern esplanade #interview #articles #merry christmas