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|Tuesday, December 21st, 2010|
|A little urgency
Sorry for the abrupt hello. Hello.
I need a quick helping hand again. Someone expeccting this as a present on my friends list on more convenient website for asking questions like this, there I ask you, Livejournal people.
Where the F can I buy a flag pole? Or wooden goblets?
Obv not an online shop, for I've already ordered them and they haven't arrived yet.
|Tuesday, November 30th, 2010|
Hello. A bit of a twitteresque/facebookesque question, but what's your favourite boardgame? Besides Scrabble.
I'm trying to get ideas for gifts. I dont want anything that needs thousands of add ons, though.
|Friday, October 1st, 2010|
Righto: Office Christmas parties.....where to go?
15-20 people want fed and watered and something fun to do as well. At the moment the winner is Galvin at Windows but we want some sort of comedy show or theatre or entertainment of some sort.
So, any of you who have been to a really good office Christmas party or who have arranged one before, please pass on suggestions - our receptionist is having problems finding things to do.
ON ANOTHER NOTE: Birthday drinks on 9th October and you've all to be there. That's a WEEK TOMORROW OK?
|Wednesday, September 29th, 2010|
Gosh! What a lifetime I’ve had this last week.
As most of you know, I celebrated my 30th by going up into the Highlands and stayed in a little cottage at the tippy top of the hill.
We had a party on the Friday night in the freshly decorated with banners and balloons living room in my cottage (we were 20 of us spread out between 3 cottages), with giant cupcakes and music and whisky and everyone was dancing and happy.
I got some really funky gifts too, and aside from the whole weekend itself, I was blessed to have been given* a 5-week course in bee keeping! Bee keeping! I’ve always wanted to do it and so two of my bros got together and booked it for me. I start in March 2011 and I almost can’t wait. I’m hoping this will be my “thing”. It certainly feels like it should bee (lol).
It was a sort of goal of mine to catch a fish over the turning of 30. I’ve always wanted to and I’ve tried so hard to, but never been successful. Another brother gave me a fishing rod as my gift and off I went to the loch to catch dinner. “The bog fish are at the loch in the back, the smaller ones are in that little loch over there”, said the woman selling bait, so off I plodded to the big loch. Two hours later I still had nothing. My bros and Mike gave up and went to the baby loch but I stuck it out at the big one for a while until they all text me to stop being so stubborn and come to the little loch which was “full of fish”. They had caught about 7 by the time I arrived and, after an hour of careful casting and reeling and help from the farmer and help from the locals, I still had nothing. I couldn’t even look anyone in the eye as they caught fish after fish and all the fun they had when they clocked them over the head or lost their fish as it jumped back in. Still, at least I didn’t kill a fish. I did have the pleasure of gutting them, though. I couldn’t have them go to waste and no one else seemed up for it. Turns out it was quite easy and not at all gory!
Hopefully I’ll be a better bee keeper than fisherman.
The Whisky Festival was on while we were there and everywhere we went, in Dufftown - the nearest town 10 miles away, we were given “wee drams” of whisky to taste and “warm you up”. It was so friendly and fun. All my bros wore their drinking kilts around town and there were pipers and craft fares and coffee shops that had haggis toasties on offer – not a tourist thing, just a normal thing. Was wonderful!
The best part of the weekend, besides the whole weekend, was driving around the mountains in the fresh air and drinking water straight from the stream! It was so pure and clean and fresh, I felt on top of the world. I was actually above the clouds!
Such a wonderful weekend with wonderful people and it’s hard to believe it was all for me. I’m so lucky. It was definitely the best birthday ever.
* Word is telling me that I’ve written this sentence in a “passive voice” and I should consider revising it. I assure you, it’s not!
|Tuesday, September 28th, 2010|
|8 out of 10 Cats
I have two passes for the recording of 8 out of 10 cats on Thursday night and I can't go because it starts too early (5.40). If you want them, let me know otherwise I'll need to hand them back.
|Monday, September 13th, 2010|
I found a tiny crumb at Dont Stop Moving on Saturday night! It was so cute. I saw it as I was washing my hands so I had to transfer it from hand to hand while washing the other, then carefully walked back to the dancefloor just so i could take a picture of it. It was touch and go for a while, it tried to get away from me a few times.
|Thursday, June 17th, 2010|
|Gosh! Check you out!
My you have al been up to wonderful and crazy and weird and lovely things of late!
I have so much to blog about but I really, really dont feel the urge to make it into an interesting story or anything, so you'll just have to make do with snippets.
I went to an accidental Usher gig the other week. Was outside Koko in Camden and he was recording the Album Chart Show, so I popped in and ended up having a really awesome time, even though I dont like Usher very much and was recovering from food poisoning from reheated rice from the night before. I even knew most of his stuff. Kudus to radio alarm, I'm not quite so far behind in my music knowledge as I thought. At least where Usher is concerned.
Mike moved in with me last weekend and after a weird few days, we seem to have settled in nicely. He's lazy, as most men are, but he's willing to up his game in the spirit of sharing and now everything seems to be gentle and lovely and easy. I'm really pleased and happy almost all of the time these days. ( Sorority rules!Collapse )
What else? Oh football! I've really been enjoying it. Hasn't it been good? I'm organising a sweepstake at work (as work was becoming almost unbearably dull and I really needed something fun to do). I've made it so that people win money for own goals, red cards, golden boot etc etc just to make it more interesting. We're only a small office too so I have 3 teams to cheer. I picked Brazil, Germany and Nigeria from the hat :). Best games so far: Spain v Swittzerland and Korea V Brazil.
I'm thinking about going to Pukklepop in Belgium! It's near the German border and my German friends (formerley know as German Guy and friends) might pop along too for meeting extravaganza! Excited.
P!nk! Isn't she amazing? Do you think it's possible for an overweight woman reaching 30 to get fit enough and famous enough to be the new P!nk in, say, two years? No? I think it's worth a shot.
I got a £2,000 pay rise today after sending a 3 page e-mail of office improvement suggestions to my boss. He dazzled me with lunch and wine and £2,000. I've already celebrated with my Irregular Choice shoes purchase last month:
My sister is just back from her Singapore, Thailand, Penang, Kuala Lumpur visit and will be with me all weekend while we see Green Day and such at Wembley. I've had to put a tent in the garden to make room for us all but I'm so excited! Tents!
|Thursday, March 18th, 2010|
|Friday, March 5th, 2010|
|Not really a license to steal, but nice all the same.
I came across this after the Nick Simmons OMG drama of the day, obviously.
"Incarnate is a comic book conceptualized, written, and drawn by Nick Simmons, son of that guy with the tongue. It recently rose to Internets fame when it became apparent that the characters and storyline were ripped off from various other manga, many of the panels were straight-up traced from said manga, and half of the art was not even
drawn traced by Simmons in the first place.
Other than that, the "original comic" is about Revenants, who can regenerate. That's it."
I stress, though, that I'm not a manga fan, I find it utter shite and immature and just a bit weird and wrong. A bit like furries.
|Thursday, January 28th, 2010|
|Wednesday, January 13th, 2010|
|Alice in Wonderland/King Blues
So, Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland is getting panned left, right and center on the internetz all because he's decided to use a soundtrack more akin to American Pie. The new film will feature music from All American Rejects and Avril and emo punk bands.
I don't see the fuss myself. It may not be his usual style, but I reckon that's a good thing. Whether the music style matches the era of the story is not really relevant - it's a kids movie and kids love emo punk just now. I 'm quite excited to watch a movie that doesn't involve crap, dreary instrumentals.
Check this out, I love The King Blues; I'm not totally hooked on the lyrics or anything but the melody is so cute. A bit Jason Mraz:
They say it ain’t safe to go out anymore,
So the police station has bolted up the door,
The floor’s full of torn up betting stubs,
They put televisions in my favourite pubs,
So our homes get bulldozed, no-one watches,
They want soap operas and not soap boxes,
This town has left me high and dry,
But I’ll be here til the day I die,
They tell me I’m just pissed off,
Yeh maybe I’m pissed off,
I’d rather be pissed off,
Than be pissed on,
So if the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling I’ll hold on tight,
My darling I’ll hold on tight,
As the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling I’ll hold on tight,
My darling I’ll hold on tight,
We beg for another show we can watch til we’re sick,
Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick,
Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus,
With abracadabra and hocus pocus,
One billion channels and there’s still nothing on,
The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says,
“And now for something completely indifferent”,
Cos I demand my rock ‘n’ roll with blood, sweat and tears,
And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears,
I demand my punk rock to start a revolution,
I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution,
I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks,
I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax,
I demand love that isn’t measured by the relationships of characters on Friends,
Or the words to some dire R&B song about what a good man,
what a mighty mighty good man is,
So as the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling I’ll hold on tight,
My darling I’ll hold on tight
Although my favourite is "I got love" which is totally mine and Mike's wedding song.
|Thursday, December 17th, 2009|
Nearly time to pack up and go home for Christmas, well, 6 days. I'm glad I was finished with all my Christmas hoopla mid November, otherwise I'd never have bought anything good.
I'd quite like to say, and not pointing any fingers or anything, but when someone loses someone close to them the worst thing you can do is avoid them.
The first week I came back to work was weird in that everyone was avoiding me and I mean not even saying hello. At first I found it amusing and sweet but then it just started to make me angry. I felt like shaking them and saying "you're making everything worse - just be normal"! But thankfully it seems to have settled now. I'm totally fine apart from when I'm by myself and left to think/analyse.
I'm still celebrating Christmas, I still want to see people, I'm not planning to bum you out so please don't fear me.
This Christmas is going to be the busiest yet (apart from my time in London as there seems to be no parties or celebrations) as there will be about 25 of us at mum's house. Also, Brighton Guy is coming with me (hopefully - he has his gran's funeral on the day we're meant to leave for Edinburgh), which means for the first time in about...4 years....I'll be waking up with someone on Christmas Day. That can only be a good thing :)
|Friday, December 11th, 2009|
|MY TURN FOR THE DECADE MEME
I'm almost too excited that I'm sure I'll miss out most of it, though!
2000: Working for Sky TV, bought a house with financé Brian. Dad got ill.
2001: Brian and I broke up just before my 21st and I bought him out of the house for £1,000. Had a LOT of house parties. Met some lovely new friends, contacted lots of old ones.
2002: Feeling a bit antsy. Met Marshall and went clubbing A LOT. More house parties. Hung out with my sisters every night until 5am.
2003: Still partying, Marshall moved in. Brian moved back in too, in the spare room. Saw Green Day about 14 times.
2004: Lots of parties. Antsy got the better of me. Sold house, car and quit work.
2005: Went to Aus alone (apart from the 1st two weeks when I dragged Ailie with me). Travel bug, big time. Marshall joined me after 3 months and we spent another 9 travelling. He went to New Zealand and I came home - lovely "see ya later" kind of split. :)
2006: Temp jobs in Edinburgh, went to Prague with mum, moved to London. Started OU degree after quick pep talk from strictlytrue
2007: Got current job. Moved a few times, met Stefan and went to loads of places - Sweden, Venice, Berlin. Fell in big love. Met Elbow and Fleet Foxes.
2008: Went on American Road Trip (mini Elbow tour). Fell big time ill. Broke up with Stefan after months of hell. Total year of hell. Worst year ever ever ever. Head got fucked up a lot. Met Tony - disaster hit a beautiful fling and he went to Australia. Then I met Suzanne (housemate) who fixed me up.
2009: Went to Germany to see long lost crush :). Did lots of Ambassador presentations in schools. Went to Spain to get quick fix of heartache. Forgot about Stefan altogether :) Lots of changes to housemates. Met Mike. Poor wee dad died. Mike currently fixing me up.
So - not the greatest ending to the decade, but it was certainly my growing up era which I'm happy to leave behind me. Things will look up, though I think it was probably a pretty damn fine decade apart from the obvious bad bits. 7/10.
|Monday, November 30th, 2009|
|My dad - 1943 - 2009
My dad died on Thursday morning after a few tough days of staying constantly by his bedside day and night. We needed to because of the fluid in his lungs that would choke him - I had to use a suction machine to make sure he was clear but he gave me a sore fright when he choked and the stupid machine wouldn't work and he stopped breathing. I was screaming for mum and Alan to help me and I managed to flip him up which cleared his throat and he began breathing again, just as mum and Alan finally woke up and came through to his room.
I mention this because I was frightened this would be how he goes - choking. It wasn't pleasant to see him like that, and he would have died in this terrible way had he been in hospital or if we had decided to go to bed through the night. But, as it turned out, he died peacefully, somewhat (breathing was difficult), in his sleep after a long vigil by his bed with me, mum, Alan and Mark watching over him. I kept whispering to him not to be scared, that we all loved him, that he was safe to go to sleep because we were right there to make sure he was ok etc. The others were pretty silent, or telling him he'd be ok.
Even with such drama and such love and such feeling and emotion going on, and feeling the life drift away, I still can't believe it. I'm still sitting up at 3.30 am listening out for him and scared that I actually do hear something. It's a strange pull between the reality and the former reality.
His funeral isn't until Tuesday, so we've had all this time to plan, unplan, plan, change minds, do things, plan etc. Part of me wishes the funeral was done on the same day - God knows we'd have had time to arrange it all because that day lasted forever - and part of me is happy that we have time to plan it properly and check out the church and make a song list for the get-together after the burial etc. Music is how I'll always remember my dad - we always danced and sang together - so I'm making sure every song we loved together is in the mix. Songs that aren't too sad or too upbeat, mind.
The doctor came within 30 minutes of his death and immediately ran over to my mum, hugged her and told her she was amazing for devoting all her time and energy into my dad for so long. For someone who had been in bed for so long, he had not a single bed sore. My mum would fold blankets under his legs to make sure his heels didn't touch the bed or put soft pillows under his arms to spare his elbows etc. The doctor said if he had been in hospital, he would be covered in bed sores but we just wouldn't know about it. She also remembered back in 2000/01 when she first told my dad he had an aggressive form of Parkinson's and all he said was, in an upbeat tone, "ok", quickly followed by "as long as I am at home". And he was, and that makes me happy. I'm sure he's proud of his 6 kids - we're all decent, happy people and it's all because of him and mum being decent, happy parents. He lived only for his family and I think we did him proud. I know there are things each of us could have done differently had we been old enough or wise enough to help him more, but I think my mum made up for everything we couldn't do. He'll always deserve more, though.
The illness itself is unholy and undeserved but I hate it too much to even talk about right now.
All I want is to be able to sleep through the night (which will come in time) and to get through the funeral with dignity he deserves. I've never known anyone to die before, never been to a funeral, so I'm not sure how it will hit me. I'll have my brothers and sisters to help me through the lowering of the rope as we lay his body, his stupid, useless body that failed him, to rest.
You know, even on his deathbed my dad was so handsome. Not a grey hair on his 66 year-old head and not even a wrinkle on his face. His hair was full and dark and his skin soft and smooth. He was so handsome. I'm glad I'll remember him that way. I'm glad I look like him.
The priest had said we were all lucky to have a piece of dad in us because no one else in the whole world does. And I really am. I'm so lucky.
|Sunday, November 22nd, 2009|
|Music Journalism is Dead
Simple really, with too many little bands and so few good bands and so many music mags and blogs and websites, it doesn't really matter what anyone says about any band that's out there.
I'm interested in in what people like, sure, but i'm not interested in award ceremonies (other than to see what everyone is wearing and maybe the odd live performance) and who won what and how much this or that video cost to make - it makes me angry really. And i'm not interested in what the NME have to say about it, Their writers are cocks who are told what to write and who to big up.However
, in saying that, I do like a clear cut review on something and a clear star rating is all it takes. An album review doesn't need more than 5 words: Folk, jingly, clear, interesting, good. **** etc.
Lately I've been impressed with Beyoncé. Not many people can sing to a little girl with cancer "I pray you won't fade away" without crying then do a rocking stage dive for the same song. Check it out:
Actually, i can't link it because I'm on a train and apparently Youtube isn't a good enough website for Nat Express to allow. But check it out if you can.
Also, Lady Gaga - totally impressed with her now. I think she's amazing. I'm going to have a Lady Gaga themed party for no reason. That's how good she is, says the girl currently listening to JLS.
Also still, The King Blues - fun, interesting, obsessional (?), BUY IT *****
|Thursday, November 19th, 2009|
I'm watching my money right now. Have to - innit. So I went to do a "big shop" at Lidl and while oggling the lovely lobster and crab and scallops, I come across Hake. I've never had Hake before so thought I'd give it a go.
During dinner I started to think about all the lovely fish in the world and how Milk Fish especially are so beautiful. I wonder what they taste like. Their skin is so perfect, their shape, their manner. I reckon Milk Fish would have the perfect fish taste. One day I'll find out, but for now I'm learning about Hake.
Hmmm. Slightly more fishy than the fish I like, kind of like an evil fish kind of taste. If sneaky evil was a taste, that's what it would be, I thought. I google image Hake
What a disgusting, evil looking fish it is. I can't believe it. As soon as I saw the image I made a mad dash for the loo. I'm not saying I want to eat only cute and fuzzy looking animals, but this is just straight up vomit.
And another thing: the video of someone eating a deep fried fish that's still alive that's doing the rounds - please stop. No, I won't watch you.
|Monday, September 28th, 2009|
The Veronicas are the LA based Aussie lipstick twins Lisa and Jess, first blowing the minds of Aussie tween girls in 2005 with their debut album The Secret Life of…, going quadrillion platinum in Australia, though not released in the UK or USA yet. However, their second album Hook Me Up is out everywhere in stores now and the girls have just wrapped up their first UK tour. I caught their gig in Koko’s in Camden on Thursday 24th September. I thought they’d better be good since it was my birthday and I was in the mood to be blown off my feet. I wasn’t really blown, but I was impressed at the effort they put into it. They looked happy and excited and I like it when you just know the artists are having fun.
After kicking off with “Untouched”, the single that reached number 8 in the UK charts, after debuting at number 92, they belted out screamers such as Revolution from the first album and This Love from the second – the song that sees the tease Jess screaming her lungs out while reaching a pitch only some of us could bear, to the very catchy 4Ever. They’ve since released 4Ever in the UK and so far I’ve heard it once on the radio, so that’s good.
As hard as it is to enter the charts these days, the girls are doing quite well despite a very. slow. start. I mean, they have been going for at least 5 years now and we’ve already seen them going from cute and homely to crazy, bisexual, tattooed, nude photos leaked on internet, screamy, excitable 20-somethings. Oh, wait, that’s just Jess. Lisa is still cute and homely and would definitely bake you cakes on your birthday. Jess would give you naked yoga poses and cover you in lipstick while tattooing her lips and throwing a tantrum. I want to be Jess. And Lisa.
Don’t get me wrong, Jess is definitely up for more shit that Lisa, but without Lisa there would be no band. She carries the Veronicas with her never-failing voice and probably keeps Jess’ feet on the ground, when she’s not smacking her naked arse on stage.
Hook Me Up is a alright second album, but the antics of the tiny pop fairies themselves and their sometimes heavenly harmonies is what keeps me interested. I can’t wait for Jess to go solo and do some crazy indie shit then hook back up with Lisa and record some more poppy tunes for their third album. Before that, though, I’ll keep listening to Take me on the Floor and This Love and wishing I had a twin.
|Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009|
|Cakes and Music
So, it was Brighton Guy's birthday on Thursday and I popped down on Friday after work taking with me the cake I'd made for him:
It was obviously supposed to read Happy Birthday but after I wrote the "happy" I quite liked it as it was. It took two days to make and yes the colours are a little garish but you try finding pastille coloured food colouring! It was sponge cake (and very moist too) filled with chocolate fudge. I had to cut out all the lovehearts and things with a large kitchen knife. I don't like to make things easy for myself. I was chuffed with it though, and even more so for transporting it from London to Brighton with only minor damage to the green icing. See, this is why I need a car.
Neither of us wanted to cut into it and ruin it, so off we went to Whiteair Festival down on the beachfront. As previously mentioned, I'd managed to get press passes and so was allowed backstage to take pictures and interview the bands. I only really knew Biffy Clyro, Doves, Lemonheads and Cribs - but didn't get to interview any of them as they sped off after jumping off the back of the stage. I didn't even take a proper camera with me, just a fake one:
It wasn't a huge festival, but it was quite fun with all the extreme sports you could take part in - kite/wind surfing, orbing, abseiling, rock/wall climbing, lots of things involving boats, bmx etc. I liked the free Rowntree Randoms they kept handing out the best, though.
Saturday was spent at the festival in the hot hot sun gathering more Randoms and then leaving Brighton to get back to London in time for Rob & Jen's wedding, which was lovely. I got to see some lovely people I hadn't seen in a few months, so that was nice. There were some other people there I wanted to talk to but just didn't have time, sorry! I was a bit tired and sunstroked and kept jibbering to anyone that would listen. One person even said "em, I'm just going to stand over there now.." after I refused to shut up :) Oh well.
Now I have a stinking cold and singing a beat from Napoleon Dynamite that's been sampled in a song that plays on the radio every now and then, or that song was the song in Napoleon Dynamite but now speeded up, and I can't find who does it anywhere. It's not listed on the soundtrack. Brighton Guy told me who it was a few weeks ago, so I'm not making it up I don't think, but now he's forgotten the whole conversation existed. So, if you know what I'm talking about, please help me out before I go bonkers. I thought it was the theme song, but that's the White Stripes. There are no lyrics, just a beat.
|Friday, September 18th, 2009|
Tonight I'm going to the White Air festival in Brighton and not only did I blag free tickets, I also blagged press passes and was asked if I wanted to interview Biffy Clyro and the Lemonheads. Ironically enough, I said I was writing reviews for www.blaggg.com, so they just gave me what I wanted. I didn't even have to lie :)
Thing is, though, is that I have absolutely no interest in either band, except for a minor crush on Evan Dando in teh 90's, and maybe one or two songs of Biffy's. So, what do I ask them other than what they're up to, future releases and best thing about... kind of things?
This is what I get for missing out on the Billy Connolly tickets everyone back home got. I'd rather have Billy, though.
Also, you know that stupid Chris Brown hijack thing and how it completely overshadowed the rest of the VMA awards? Well, no one is really talking about the androgynous Pink's performance and I think they should be. I mean - look! She's singing live while doing acrobatics an acrobat would be proud of! Everyone must see it before youtube removes all videos of it! The best one has already been taken down.
|Wednesday, July 29th, 2009|