One day you open your eyes and you just think "shit, what has happened to this" and realise it's time to walk away.
Sunday, March 31, 2002
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Amended: 2 days later I realised the link I included screwed up the website and the whole list did not appear, I've been ill and didn't notice til now.
Traxis just made a lovely list of Derek memories, but she left out a few:
-Our favoirte Derek line was "I like to read".
-He liked Finnigan's beer and used to sneak it at work when he wasn't supposed to be drinking it
-He used to study for his social studies class at Sips and was often frustrated by the work and asked our advise
-I was sitting alone at Sips and he came in a little bit tipsy after seeing The Tea Party. He told me all about it, then left but first planted the most gentle kiss on my forehead
- He used to let us behind the counter to go get milk
- When he was at Zaphod's he danced funny and wore a leather jacket
- He tried to convince us that the people in the apartments across the street were walking around naked
- He let me photograph him holding a bright orange road cone on the counter (I still have the photo!).
-He was just really kind, gentle and sweet. Funny, generous and cute.
Traxis just made a lovely list of Derek memories, but she left out a few:
-Our favoirte Derek line was "I like to read".
-He liked Finnigan's beer and used to sneak it at work when he wasn't supposed to be drinking it
-He used to study for his social studies class at Sips and was often frustrated by the work and asked our advise
-I was sitting alone at Sips and he came in a little bit tipsy after seeing The Tea Party. He told me all about it, then left but first planted the most gentle kiss on my forehead
- He used to let us behind the counter to go get milk
- When he was at Zaphod's he danced funny and wore a leather jacket
- He tried to convince us that the people in the apartments across the street were walking around naked
- He let me photograph him holding a bright orange road cone on the counter (I still have the photo!).
-He was just really kind, gentle and sweet. Funny, generous and cute.
I spoke too soon. My week has gotten worse. I just found out an old friend of mine has died as well. His name was Derek. We met him in a coffee shop in Ottawa called Sips Cafe where he worked. Traxis had a big crush on him- he was very cute- and we devised a plan to meet him. Strangely it worked and they became good friends as a result.
He was a sweet guy. I don't know what else to say.
He was a sweet guy. I don't know what else to say.
So, So Ill
I'm not having a good week. I am being punished for all the fun I had over the weekend. As the Lord did say "Thou Shalt Not Enjoy Life Too Much". Or was that my mom?
I got sent home early from work on Monday. I go home and throw up some. Lucky for me my husband has gone to Manchester so I'm home alone.
When I woke up on Tuesday I decided that I should go to work but seeing as I was unable to move until about 9:45am I realised this was stupid and called in sick. I staed home and watched daytime TV. Ever so dreadful. Crap DYI shows, talk shows and children's television. Thank god for E.R. reruns.
The only problem was I was incredibly thirsty and craving fruit but it was too much effort to go to the kitchen. I texted Andreea, she works in East London, and she came 'round with fruit salads for me. Yay Andreea!
As if my day couldn't get any worse my parents woke me up from my illness induced stooper to tell me Cookie died, aged 13. Cookie was be my precious little doggy. He was a cocapoo (half cocker spaniel, half poodle). He looked like a little black spaniel and had a white stripe down his chest that made him look like an Oreo cookie (hence the name).
Cookie was spoilt rotten by my mother. He was stupid and suffered from seperation anxiety. He was also very sweet, playful and cuddly. He was the cutest dog for miles and until the last 2 years he looked like a puppy. Diabities had made him blind for the last few years but he was still a very happy dog. His favorite things were my mom, eating, having his stomach rubbed and smelling the wind with his tongue sticking out. He wasn't particularly fond of our other dog, Charlie, a rottweiler although he did very much like our cat (but she died a very long time ago now).
He had a happy life. Cookie was adored by mom and had everything he wanted. Lots of cuddles and treats. I am happy that we gave him a good life. It's a very satisfying and comforting thought to know that we did that for him. Maybe that is the point of life, trying to make those we love happy to the best of our means and knowing we tried our best for them.
I'm not having a good week. I am being punished for all the fun I had over the weekend. As the Lord did say "Thou Shalt Not Enjoy Life Too Much". Or was that my mom?
I got sent home early from work on Monday. I go home and throw up some. Lucky for me my husband has gone to Manchester so I'm home alone.
When I woke up on Tuesday I decided that I should go to work but seeing as I was unable to move until about 9:45am I realised this was stupid and called in sick. I staed home and watched daytime TV. Ever so dreadful. Crap DYI shows, talk shows and children's television. Thank god for E.R. reruns.
The only problem was I was incredibly thirsty and craving fruit but it was too much effort to go to the kitchen. I texted Andreea, she works in East London, and she came 'round with fruit salads for me. Yay Andreea!
As if my day couldn't get any worse my parents woke me up from my illness induced stooper to tell me Cookie died, aged 13. Cookie was be my precious little doggy. He was a cocapoo (half cocker spaniel, half poodle). He looked like a little black spaniel and had a white stripe down his chest that made him look like an Oreo cookie (hence the name).
Cookie was spoilt rotten by my mother. He was stupid and suffered from seperation anxiety. He was also very sweet, playful and cuddly. He was the cutest dog for miles and until the last 2 years he looked like a puppy. Diabities had made him blind for the last few years but he was still a very happy dog. His favorite things were my mom, eating, having his stomach rubbed and smelling the wind with his tongue sticking out. He wasn't particularly fond of our other dog, Charlie, a rottweiler although he did very much like our cat (but she died a very long time ago now).
He had a happy life. Cookie was adored by mom and had everything he wanted. Lots of cuddles and treats. I am happy that we gave him a good life. It's a very satisfying and comforting thought to know that we did that for him. Maybe that is the point of life, trying to make those we love happy to the best of our means and knowing we tried our best for them.
Monday, March 25, 2002
My life in Point Form
Friday:
· Went to Liquid Lounge and met up with Wilhelm
· Bunny was 45 minutes late to meet us, along with Duncan and his mate Michael.
· Bunny and I dance some.
· Went to Fiction
· We q for a very long time.
· Fiction not open by Midnight due to “difficulties”
· We got to Popstarz instead
· I get very hyper on a quarter
· See Richard who has been AWOL for a month
· We dirty dance
· We have pint thrown over us
· I get picked up my 19 year old. Ooops (nothing happened)
· Stuart very drunk
Saturday
Grant kicked started his birthday celebration at Crash. Well, he didn’t have much choice, as he was Djing in the main room. Now, apart from the slimy, icky, toilets that do not accommodate the amount of people needing a cubicle, this was an absolutely brilliant night.
W David, Albert and had a fantastic time. We walked from their flat and enjoyed the scene: the Thames and Parliament beautifully lit up.
We danced in the mezzanine in the backroom for a bit where I encounter blast from the past in Blonde Tom. Also met his cool friend Chris who was a groovy dancer. In the mezzanine, as well, were the dealer and his mate, which was interesting. People were even queuing up in an orderly fashion waiting for their turn, gotta love the Brits.
It must be said that Tallulah is a terrible DJ. Good pick of songs but the Catholics and Protestants in Belfast mix better than he does.
The main room was superb (aside from the usual problem of not enough air-conditioning in a room full of overheating bodies). Good lighting, LOUD sound system and great music.
Grant was on at 4 and his set was amazing. Tribal, dark and a bit funky, just the way it should be. David and I danced madly and with gusto until the very end.
We then went to one of Grant’s friend’s house for a chill out session. When we left Crash the sun was rising over a hill, which was very shocking.
Albert at 10:30pm: “Sunrises are great after clubbing”
Val at 6:30am: “Look Albert, the sunrise just the way you want it!”
Albert “ I don’t like it! I don’t like it!”
David, Albert and I sat at the back of the cab. All you could hear from the backseat was mass chewing and Albert making the odd little noise.
The flat we went to was absolutely gorgeous and he got good hospitality from Ian and his flatmate (can’t remember his name). We told stories and had a laugh before everyone became too minged out (except for me, I could not stop talking shit. And Grant but he was sober and not talking shit, just talking).
Note: David is a good pillow. Albert has the bladder of the gods.
I got home about 8:45, just in time to see Bunny get up to start his day. Fortunately, he was not too fazed by my chatter, incessant chewing and occasional lapse of sentence structure.
Sunday was uneventful as I didn’t get out of bed until 6 and then went straight to the TV set. Hurrah for the return of the West Wing on Channel 4!
Friday:
· Went to Liquid Lounge and met up with Wilhelm
· Bunny was 45 minutes late to meet us, along with Duncan and his mate Michael.
· Bunny and I dance some.
· Went to Fiction
· We q for a very long time.
· Fiction not open by Midnight due to “difficulties”
· We got to Popstarz instead
· I get very hyper on a quarter
· See Richard who has been AWOL for a month
· We dirty dance
· We have pint thrown over us
· I get picked up my 19 year old. Ooops (nothing happened)
· Stuart very drunk
Saturday
Grant kicked started his birthday celebration at Crash. Well, he didn’t have much choice, as he was Djing in the main room. Now, apart from the slimy, icky, toilets that do not accommodate the amount of people needing a cubicle, this was an absolutely brilliant night.
W David, Albert and had a fantastic time. We walked from their flat and enjoyed the scene: the Thames and Parliament beautifully lit up.
We danced in the mezzanine in the backroom for a bit where I encounter blast from the past in Blonde Tom. Also met his cool friend Chris who was a groovy dancer. In the mezzanine, as well, were the dealer and his mate, which was interesting. People were even queuing up in an orderly fashion waiting for their turn, gotta love the Brits.
It must be said that Tallulah is a terrible DJ. Good pick of songs but the Catholics and Protestants in Belfast mix better than he does.
The main room was superb (aside from the usual problem of not enough air-conditioning in a room full of overheating bodies). Good lighting, LOUD sound system and great music.
Grant was on at 4 and his set was amazing. Tribal, dark and a bit funky, just the way it should be. David and I danced madly and with gusto until the very end.
We then went to one of Grant’s friend’s house for a chill out session. When we left Crash the sun was rising over a hill, which was very shocking.
Albert at 10:30pm: “Sunrises are great after clubbing”
Val at 6:30am: “Look Albert, the sunrise just the way you want it!”
Albert “ I don’t like it! I don’t like it!”
David, Albert and I sat at the back of the cab. All you could hear from the backseat was mass chewing and Albert making the odd little noise.
The flat we went to was absolutely gorgeous and he got good hospitality from Ian and his flatmate (can’t remember his name). We told stories and had a laugh before everyone became too minged out (except for me, I could not stop talking shit. And Grant but he was sober and not talking shit, just talking).
Note: David is a good pillow. Albert has the bladder of the gods.
I got home about 8:45, just in time to see Bunny get up to start his day. Fortunately, he was not too fazed by my chatter, incessant chewing and occasional lapse of sentence structure.
Sunday was uneventful as I didn’t get out of bed until 6 and then went straight to the TV set. Hurrah for the return of the West Wing on Channel 4!
Friday, March 22, 2002
Jesus and Sports: Together At Last!
Do you feel like you can't come to terms with with your love of Jesus AND sports? Perhaps you think the two cannot co-exist in your life? FEAR NO MORE with the Catholic Shopper's Inspirational Sport Statues!
Click the Image for More Statue Fun!
FUN WITH BRAINWASHING!!
Also note other fun products such as the Friendly Defenders Catholic Flash Cards
The Friendly Defender Catholic Flash Cards are designed to help you ""train up your child"" so that they will never stray from God's love and from the Catholic Church our Lord Jesus established.
You'll never have to think for yourself again!
Cheers to Gavin for the link.
Do you feel like you can't come to terms with with your love of Jesus AND sports? Perhaps you think the two cannot co-exist in your life? FEAR NO MORE with the Catholic Shopper's Inspirational Sport Statues!
Click the Image for More Statue Fun!
FUN WITH BRAINWASHING!!
Also note other fun products such as the Friendly Defenders Catholic Flash Cards
The Friendly Defender Catholic Flash Cards are designed to help you ""train up your child"" so that they will never stray from God's love and from the Catholic Church our Lord Jesus established.
You'll never have to think for yourself again!
Cheers to Gavin for the link.
oh dear gods. Kate Moss is pregnant. Surely she is physically incapable of carrying a child? She'll split in two!
Thursday, March 21, 2002
My inertia is beginning to annoy me.
I don’t feel I accomplish enough during my working day; part of the problem being this blog- and others- that distracts my attention. The other problem is my attention span in itself, which when not entirely focused on my instant gratification seems to wander off until it’s all about me me me again.
When I go home it is always with grandiose ideas of cleaning my room, sweeping the floor, doing the washing up or catching up on my diary. This doesn’t usually happen. Take last night for example: it was going to be my quiet night in after the champagne of the night before. I was going to take a bath, cook a great dinner and tidy. I managed to fall asleep in the bath, and the rest of the evening was pretty much shot by my 3 hour unintentional nap. I managed to pull myself together enough to make some pasta to bring to work for today.
I cannot even claim that it’s a lack of motivation. I do WANT to do these things but somehow I either fall asleep or feel too tired to move. Often, I just end up zoned out by the TV or dosing by the radio. Somehow I do find the strength to go out and socialise; I cannot even claim the inertia to be my eternal nemesis of boredom because activities such as cooking I very much enjoy. Perhaps I need constant mental stimulation to be able to function.
Oh damnation, this problem has been dogging me for a decade. When will it bloody well end? (yes, I’ve tried therapy thankyouverymuch). To be truthful it's now more managable than before but still highly irritating.
I don’t feel I accomplish enough during my working day; part of the problem being this blog- and others- that distracts my attention. The other problem is my attention span in itself, which when not entirely focused on my instant gratification seems to wander off until it’s all about me me me again.
When I go home it is always with grandiose ideas of cleaning my room, sweeping the floor, doing the washing up or catching up on my diary. This doesn’t usually happen. Take last night for example: it was going to be my quiet night in after the champagne of the night before. I was going to take a bath, cook a great dinner and tidy. I managed to fall asleep in the bath, and the rest of the evening was pretty much shot by my 3 hour unintentional nap. I managed to pull myself together enough to make some pasta to bring to work for today.
I cannot even claim that it’s a lack of motivation. I do WANT to do these things but somehow I either fall asleep or feel too tired to move. Often, I just end up zoned out by the TV or dosing by the radio. Somehow I do find the strength to go out and socialise; I cannot even claim the inertia to be my eternal nemesis of boredom because activities such as cooking I very much enjoy. Perhaps I need constant mental stimulation to be able to function.
Oh damnation, this problem has been dogging me for a decade. When will it bloody well end? (yes, I’ve tried therapy thankyouverymuch). To be truthful it's now more managable than before but still highly irritating.
I took this personality test, and I don't think it's very acurate but I do love the last line!
PERFORMER
(Dominant Extrovert Abstract Feeler )
Like just 6% of the population you are a PERFORMER (DEAF)--personable, self-assured, and excellent under pressure. You are extroverted and strong-willed, which, in combination means you are good with people and aren't willing to let opportunity pass you by. Congratulations. I'm sure all the peons you've stepped on never saw it coming and didn't feel a thing.
You like being naked.
Anyhow, you have formidable creative talents, and you often following what your heart tells you instead of your logical mind. Your exuberance can earn you many friends and admirers, despite your ambition, or it can intimidate the less confident into keeping their distance. It's also possible you're Madonna.
Thanks to Jon for this one.
PERFORMER
(Dominant Extrovert Abstract Feeler )
Like just 6% of the population you are a PERFORMER (DEAF)--personable, self-assured, and excellent under pressure. You are extroverted and strong-willed, which, in combination means you are good with people and aren't willing to let opportunity pass you by. Congratulations. I'm sure all the peons you've stepped on never saw it coming and didn't feel a thing.
You like being naked.
Anyhow, you have formidable creative talents, and you often following what your heart tells you instead of your logical mind. Your exuberance can earn you many friends and admirers, despite your ambition, or it can intimidate the less confident into keeping their distance. It's also possible you're Madonna.
Thanks to Jon for this one.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Gavin took me to see the press premier of Bend It Like Beckham (not a great link, couldn't find any decent ones on the film as it's not being released for another month) yesterday. I have to say I very much enjoyed the film about culture-clashes and woman's football. Particularly enjoyable was Jonathan Rhys Meyers as the football coach/love interest (for being ever so gorgeous even they dressed him like a recovering council estate boy. Oh and he's a good actor too) and the colourful Indian wedding. There was some interesting juxtaposition not only between Indian and English culture but within the relationship between the two Indian sisters and how they dealt with the tug of tradition and western culture.
Anyway, enough of that. Afterwards Gavin and I went to the Dive Bar on Gerrard Street (Chinatown for those in the not-know) where I subjected the poor guy to my rants and raves about the people in my life irritating me. Thanks Gav!
Champagne and Drum 'n' Bass
I got carried away with my ravings to Gavin and was late to...hmmm... I actually don't know the name of the bar. It's infront of Spitalfield's Christ Church. It's underground in a converted public toilet. Bunny's classmates where holding a fundraiser to raise money for their end of year show. I was accosted by Nat as soon as I walked down the stairs and donated my money to the cause in exchange for raffle tickets.
L was there, which was a bit awkward at first and I admit to not being particularly easy on him. I wasn't particularly hard, though, considering how things have been. He apologised again, which was nice but I seemed to still not be able to fully accept this.
The evening was fun and I talked to people whom I hadn't seen in ages such as Nat, Jack and other Luke. We smoked and drank. Finally came time for the draw and I won the big prize. And what was the prize? A bottle of champagne. So we drank it. On empty stomachs. I was quite drunk and even danced to drum 'n' bass and agreed to try a d'n'b club with Bunny sometime.
On the way home I carried on in my rant 'n' rave to poor Bunny but he understood my anger. We got home and opened some bottles of Budweiser and sat in his room listening to Kylie Mis-teeq while discussing blogs and blogging while online like the sad blogger addicts that we are.
I was late for work this morning, needless to say. I called in saying I would be late as at 9am- when I am suppose to start work- I was still at home. I got in at 9:40 and the consultant looks surprised "I thought you were going to be late this morning?".
wow boring blog!
Anyway, enough of that. Afterwards Gavin and I went to the Dive Bar on Gerrard Street (Chinatown for those in the not-know) where I subjected the poor guy to my rants and raves about the people in my life irritating me. Thanks Gav!
Champagne and Drum 'n' Bass
I got carried away with my ravings to Gavin and was late to...hmmm... I actually don't know the name of the bar. It's infront of Spitalfield's Christ Church. It's underground in a converted public toilet. Bunny's classmates where holding a fundraiser to raise money for their end of year show. I was accosted by Nat as soon as I walked down the stairs and donated my money to the cause in exchange for raffle tickets.
L was there, which was a bit awkward at first and I admit to not being particularly easy on him. I wasn't particularly hard, though, considering how things have been. He apologised again, which was nice but I seemed to still not be able to fully accept this.
The evening was fun and I talked to people whom I hadn't seen in ages such as Nat, Jack and other Luke. We smoked and drank. Finally came time for the draw and I won the big prize. And what was the prize? A bottle of champagne. So we drank it. On empty stomachs. I was quite drunk and even danced to drum 'n' bass and agreed to try a d'n'b club with Bunny sometime.
On the way home I carried on in my rant 'n' rave to poor Bunny but he understood my anger. We got home and opened some bottles of Budweiser and sat in his room listening to Kylie Mis-teeq while discussing blogs and blogging while online like the sad blogger addicts that we are.
I was late for work this morning, needless to say. I called in saying I would be late as at 9am- when I am suppose to start work- I was still at home. I got in at 9:40 and the consultant looks surprised "I thought you were going to be late this morning?".
wow boring blog!
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Perhaps I'm a bit sick but I really want to see this exhibition called Body Worlds. It's a rare opportunity to explore the human body and marvel at the union of art and science. Henry Rollins used to say "Donate your bodies to science, you fools!", but what about donating your body to art?
Monday, March 18, 2002
I think I am having a mid-20s crisis.
I am finding myself questioning everything: my motives, ambition, friendships, relationships, career, clubbing, death, aging, and future potential. Currently all is looking bleak. I am hoping this will pass fairly soon but I doubt it.
The worst part about it is that I hate being a cliche!
I am finding myself questioning everything: my motives, ambition, friendships, relationships, career, clubbing, death, aging, and future potential. Currently all is looking bleak. I am hoping this will pass fairly soon but I doubt it.
The worst part about it is that I hate being a cliche!
Sunday, March 17, 2002
Why is Sunday the shortest day of the week?
I suppose it has to do with waking up very late and having to go to bed early to rise in time for work on Monday. It's like a cruel joke, a non-day. You feel the pressure of Monday morning and the hangover from the night before. A free day where you get little done..
..mind that could be because I spent it down the pub with my mates.
I suppose it has to do with waking up very late and having to go to bed early to rise in time for work on Monday. It's like a cruel joke, a non-day. You feel the pressure of Monday morning and the hangover from the night before. A free day where you get little done..
..mind that could be because I spent it down the pub with my mates.
Saturday, March 16, 2002
Bunny Is Right, CANNOT RESIST SELF-INDULGENCE
About 15 years ago I...
1. was 10 years old
2. about to move from Argentina to Canada- AGAIN
3. extremely skinny
4. into flourescent anything
5. was ugly
About 10 years ago I...
1. 15 and not so ugly
2. Into playing Dungeon and Dragons
3. Had hair almost to my ass
4. was addicted to MuchMusic (Canadian music video station- still and always superior to MTV)
5. hated school above everything else
About 5 years ago I...
1. was finishing my 1st year at University
2. I worked in a Cafe that I loved
3. had just discovered clubbing
4.almost to the day, bought a ticket to see Suede for the first time.
5. almost always hung out with Adam and ate a lot of donoughts
About 2 years ago I...
1. had moved to London 2 years earlier, was living in Bethnal Green
2. was about to get married
3. was unemployed and very, very poor, sick of doing shit jobs
4. was very depressed but no longer ugly
5. had fabulous friends
About 1 year ago I...
1. was working for the Royal Free Hospital
2. going clubbing every chance I could, discovering the joys of House Music
3. was married.
4. was having a what-have-I-done crisis about #3
5. about to apply for indefinate leave to stay in the UK
Today I...
1. live in Hackney with Darian (whom I married)
2. woke up with the sun in my face and a headache from popstarz last night
3. met W David for a coffee and an interview about a shop in Bond Street
4. got very startling news.
5. will go to Grant'a party with W David and Albert in Highbury.
Tomorrow I will...
1. try not to curse my father-in-law for coming over first thing in the morning
2. have a new tv (hence dad-in-law coming over)
3. probably feel like shit after the party
4. try to do my chores
5. make a really nice dinner
Five items you have brand loyalty to:
1. The Body Shop's White Musk
2. Nestle Nesquick Chocolate powder- my life force
3. Freeman's face masques
4. Nokia phones
5. Oreo cookies
Five snacks you enjoy:
1. anything chocolate
2. cheese
3. olives
4. soda crackers
5. bananas
Five songs you know the words to, even without the music:
1. any suede song from the first three albums, b-sides included.(sorry D, same for me!)
2. one- U2 (actually, most anything on Achtung, Baby...and a lot of other U2 stuff)
3. Deeper Shade of Blue- Steps
4. Common People- Pulp
5. Yesterday Once More- The Carpenters
Five games you like:
1. Trvial Persuit
2. Pictionary
3. Clue (Cluedo in the UK)
4. Pet the Fuzzy
5. Find My Stuff
Five albums that changed your life:
1. First 3 Suede albums: Suede, Dog Man Star, Coming Up
2. Achtung Baby- U2
3. Hard House Euphoria I- mixed my Lisa Lashes (yes, I know. But it was a major step for me, it did change my life!)
4. The Downward Spiral- nine inch nails
5. Louder Than Bombs- The Smiths
Five things you can't live without:
1. music
2. books
3. love
4. family
5. friends
Five things you'd buy with one thousand pounds:
1. Cds, Cds, and more Cds
2. a wardrobe (currently half my clothes are in a box/floor)
3. Clothes, clothes, clothes
4. a blender
5. ticket to somewhere sunny and warm
My top five guilty pleasures:
1. chocolate
2. alcohol
3. drugs (not so much anymore)
4. clubbing
5. solitaire...of sorts.... >;-)
Top five musicians lately:
1. Madonna
2. Tidy Trax (hard house label)
3. Ash (just found free all angels after being lost for a month, very cool)
4. Fiction DJs for spinning the funky and dark
5. Kylie Minogue
Top five locations I want to run away to:
1. Buenos Aires
2. Bali
3. Waymouth Street Flat (in London)
4. Spain
5. Ottawa (for donoughts, nature and memories)
Name five bad habits you have:
1. Denial
2. procastination
3. melancholy
4. sleeping in
5. untidy
Name five people currently on your bad side:
1. L (ex of sorts). Otherwise will leave this one alone, will surely offend someone.
Name five things you'd never wear:
1. pink
2. trainers
3. puffer jackets
4. big hoop earrings
5. fur
Name five animals you like:
1. Cat
2. Dog
3. Chinchilla
4. Horse
5. Bat
Name five tv shows you like:
1. Sex and the City
2. The West Wing
3. Teachers
4. Eastenders (I know, am sad)
5. The Simpsons
Name five celebrities you don't like:
1. Hear Say as a whole
2. Michael Jackson (dude, where's my nose?)
3. J-Lo
4. Will Smith
5. P.Diddy puff daddy little willy
Name five drinks you enjoy:
1. Hot Chocolate
2. Smirnoff Ice/Vodka Lemonade. Vodka anything actually
3. peach juice
4. herbal teas
5. coffee
Name five ice cream flavors you love:
1. chocolate fudge brownie
2. chocolate chip cookie dough
3. cookies and cream
4. vanilla
5. heavenly hash (don't be mislead, no drugs involved)
About 15 years ago I...
1. was 10 years old
2. about to move from Argentina to Canada- AGAIN
3. extremely skinny
4. into flourescent anything
5. was ugly
About 10 years ago I...
1. 15 and not so ugly
2. Into playing Dungeon and Dragons
3. Had hair almost to my ass
4. was addicted to MuchMusic (Canadian music video station- still and always superior to MTV)
5. hated school above everything else
About 5 years ago I...
1. was finishing my 1st year at University
2. I worked in a Cafe that I loved
3. had just discovered clubbing
4.almost to the day, bought a ticket to see Suede for the first time.
5. almost always hung out with Adam and ate a lot of donoughts
About 2 years ago I...
1. had moved to London 2 years earlier, was living in Bethnal Green
2. was about to get married
3. was unemployed and very, very poor, sick of doing shit jobs
4. was very depressed but no longer ugly
5. had fabulous friends
About 1 year ago I...
1. was working for the Royal Free Hospital
2. going clubbing every chance I could, discovering the joys of House Music
3. was married.
4. was having a what-have-I-done crisis about #3
5. about to apply for indefinate leave to stay in the UK
Today I...
1. live in Hackney with Darian (whom I married)
2. woke up with the sun in my face and a headache from popstarz last night
3. met W David for a coffee and an interview about a shop in Bond Street
4. got very startling news.
5. will go to Grant'a party with W David and Albert in Highbury.
Tomorrow I will...
1. try not to curse my father-in-law for coming over first thing in the morning
2. have a new tv (hence dad-in-law coming over)
3. probably feel like shit after the party
4. try to do my chores
5. make a really nice dinner
Five items you have brand loyalty to:
1. The Body Shop's White Musk
2. Nestle Nesquick Chocolate powder- my life force
3. Freeman's face masques
4. Nokia phones
5. Oreo cookies
Five snacks you enjoy:
1. anything chocolate
2. cheese
3. olives
4. soda crackers
5. bananas
Five songs you know the words to, even without the music:
1. any suede song from the first three albums, b-sides included.(sorry D, same for me!)
2. one- U2 (actually, most anything on Achtung, Baby...and a lot of other U2 stuff)
3. Deeper Shade of Blue- Steps
4. Common People- Pulp
5. Yesterday Once More- The Carpenters
Five games you like:
1. Trvial Persuit
2. Pictionary
3. Clue (Cluedo in the UK)
4. Pet the Fuzzy
5. Find My Stuff
Five albums that changed your life:
1. First 3 Suede albums: Suede, Dog Man Star, Coming Up
2. Achtung Baby- U2
3. Hard House Euphoria I- mixed my Lisa Lashes (yes, I know. But it was a major step for me, it did change my life!)
4. The Downward Spiral- nine inch nails
5. Louder Than Bombs- The Smiths
Five things you can't live without:
1. music
2. books
3. love
4. family
5. friends
Five things you'd buy with one thousand pounds:
1. Cds, Cds, and more Cds
2. a wardrobe (currently half my clothes are in a box/floor)
3. Clothes, clothes, clothes
4. a blender
5. ticket to somewhere sunny and warm
My top five guilty pleasures:
1. chocolate
2. alcohol
3. drugs (not so much anymore)
4. clubbing
5. solitaire...of sorts.... >;-)
Top five musicians lately:
1. Madonna
2. Tidy Trax (hard house label)
3. Ash (just found free all angels after being lost for a month, very cool)
4. Fiction DJs for spinning the funky and dark
5. Kylie Minogue
Top five locations I want to run away to:
1. Buenos Aires
2. Bali
3. Waymouth Street Flat (in London)
4. Spain
5. Ottawa (for donoughts, nature and memories)
Name five bad habits you have:
1. Denial
2. procastination
3. melancholy
4. sleeping in
5. untidy
Name five people currently on your bad side:
1. L (ex of sorts). Otherwise will leave this one alone, will surely offend someone.
Name five things you'd never wear:
1. pink
2. trainers
3. puffer jackets
4. big hoop earrings
5. fur
Name five animals you like:
1. Cat
2. Dog
3. Chinchilla
4. Horse
5. Bat
Name five tv shows you like:
1. Sex and the City
2. The West Wing
3. Teachers
4. Eastenders (I know, am sad)
5. The Simpsons
Name five celebrities you don't like:
1. Hear Say as a whole
2. Michael Jackson (dude, where's my nose?)
3. J-Lo
4. Will Smith
5. P.Diddy puff daddy little willy
Name five drinks you enjoy:
1. Hot Chocolate
2. Smirnoff Ice/Vodka Lemonade. Vodka anything actually
3. peach juice
4. herbal teas
5. coffee
Name five ice cream flavors you love:
1. chocolate fudge brownie
2. chocolate chip cookie dough
3. cookies and cream
4. vanilla
5. heavenly hash (don't be mislead, no drugs involved)
Friday, March 15, 2002
Well it does describe how I've been feeling at the moment...
Take the What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you? quiz!
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The Poetry Place
Last night, through the hard-hitting rain and very cold wind, I met Andreea in Covent Garden to go to a delightful cafe/bar, The Poetry Place. Her friend Simon did a reading, which was very delightful, witty yet personal and touching. (Ugh, I sound like a terrible reviewer from the Evening Standard!)
I felt most arty sitting with my glass of red wine and listening to poetry with the rain tapping at the window. We applauded at the end of the each reading from each of the 3 poets. It was all very civilized and adult. Except for Lee. Lee is from Leeds and is a big Sunderland fan. Lee had a giant Dr. Seuss-i'm-twatted-at-glastonbury type hat from Guiness in anticipation of St. Patrick's Day. He also was trying not to fall off his chair laughing during some of the poems about Simon's ex- admittedly they were humourous poems.
Lee also had a tiny Guiness fiddle that could be played. When the man organising the event told us to be silent because there was another event downstairs, Andreea picked up the fiddle and started playing it with a look of childish delight on her face. So much for civilized adulthood.
Still, a very pleasant evening was had by all and I would like to do it again someday soon. Except for the stale brownies. Those sucked, yuck. Even had stale walnuts in them.
Take the What Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character are you? quiz!
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The Poetry Place
Last night, through the hard-hitting rain and very cold wind, I met Andreea in Covent Garden to go to a delightful cafe/bar, The Poetry Place. Her friend Simon did a reading, which was very delightful, witty yet personal and touching. (Ugh, I sound like a terrible reviewer from the Evening Standard!)
I felt most arty sitting with my glass of red wine and listening to poetry with the rain tapping at the window. We applauded at the end of the each reading from each of the 3 poets. It was all very civilized and adult. Except for Lee. Lee is from Leeds and is a big Sunderland fan. Lee had a giant Dr. Seuss-i'm-twatted-at-glastonbury type hat from Guiness in anticipation of St. Patrick's Day. He also was trying not to fall off his chair laughing during some of the poems about Simon's ex- admittedly they were humourous poems.
Lee also had a tiny Guiness fiddle that could be played. When the man organising the event told us to be silent because there was another event downstairs, Andreea picked up the fiddle and started playing it with a look of childish delight on her face. So much for civilized adulthood.
Still, a very pleasant evening was had by all and I would like to do it again someday soon. Except for the stale brownies. Those sucked, yuck. Even had stale walnuts in them.
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Thursday, March 14, 2002
Y Tu Madre Tambien
I waited it Fulham Broadway tube station for a good 35 minutes in the cold last night. Normally, this is no big deal but the station was like a giant factory turning out Chelsea F.C. fans by the hundreds. I was waiting for Bunnyto go to see Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother Too) as a nice little freebee. Finally, after I spend much time calculating that the IQ of all the Chelsea supporters collectively must range about 36, he appears and also we meet up with his friend Rick and his boyfriend Sam.
Rick has dark hair with a bright pink/red streak in it. People stare at it.
Already we were late for the film and it turned out Bunny nor Rick knew where the cinema was. Only that it’s 100 something Fulham Road. We were on Fulham Broadway and walked to the right and found the street but we were at the 600s. Damn. That meant walking. It was cold, windy and I was wearing heels. After some walking Sam turns around and exclaims “The numbers are going UP!”. Damn.
After stopping at a shop for directions we realise that Fulham Broadway is smack in the middle of Fulham Road. Or to put it in real terms: there is a road, Fulham Road, in the middle of it the name changes to Fulham Broadway for about 2 blocks and then they decided to continue with the original name, Fulham Road, for the last half. Is this making sense to anyone? Should I include map?We walked to the wrong half from Fulham Broadway.
We were 35 minutes late for the film but we did get a chance to bond with Fulham. It is lovely and seems to have lots of nice eateries. Shame about the thousands of football fans roaming like the louts they are.
The movie was good too. Very funny and Mexico looks beautiful. CHRISI’m coming to your island! I don’t do reviews. Go look up a movie site for that. I enjoyed it.
We had a drink at the bar before trying to head to Manto in Soho for a drink. I say try because again Bunny didn’t receive clear directions from the bar guy and we had another nice stroll through South Kensington.
South Kensington is beautiful and oozes money. Chanel shops and everything. Where it says “NO FLYPOSTERING” There is NO flypostering. It’s a world away from Hackney.
Aside: I was hungry so we stopped in Sainsbury’s. I found MAPLE FUDGE! YES! At long last! See how posh South Kensington is? I think I got Rick hooked.
Manto was fun because we were part of some college girl’s Net Ball end of year party (by association through Rick’s flatmate) and we mocked their outfits. They were loud, drunk and singing rude versions of “I Will Survive”. I didn’t mingle. Sam was distressed that he didn’t see a pair of good shoes on any of the girls, apart from me. (HA! Ok, so maybe he was being polite but why look a gift horse in the mouth?).
This is long. Are you still reading this? Don’t you have something to do? I know I should be doing something else!
I waited it Fulham Broadway tube station for a good 35 minutes in the cold last night. Normally, this is no big deal but the station was like a giant factory turning out Chelsea F.C. fans by the hundreds. I was waiting for Bunnyto go to see Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother Too) as a nice little freebee. Finally, after I spend much time calculating that the IQ of all the Chelsea supporters collectively must range about 36, he appears and also we meet up with his friend Rick and his boyfriend Sam.
Rick has dark hair with a bright pink/red streak in it. People stare at it.
Already we were late for the film and it turned out Bunny nor Rick knew where the cinema was. Only that it’s 100 something Fulham Road. We were on Fulham Broadway and walked to the right and found the street but we were at the 600s. Damn. That meant walking. It was cold, windy and I was wearing heels. After some walking Sam turns around and exclaims “The numbers are going UP!”. Damn.
After stopping at a shop for directions we realise that Fulham Broadway is smack in the middle of Fulham Road. Or to put it in real terms: there is a road, Fulham Road, in the middle of it the name changes to Fulham Broadway for about 2 blocks and then they decided to continue with the original name, Fulham Road, for the last half. Is this making sense to anyone? Should I include map?We walked to the wrong half from Fulham Broadway.
We were 35 minutes late for the film but we did get a chance to bond with Fulham. It is lovely and seems to have lots of nice eateries. Shame about the thousands of football fans roaming like the louts they are.
The movie was good too. Very funny and Mexico looks beautiful. CHRISI’m coming to your island! I don’t do reviews. Go look up a movie site for that. I enjoyed it.
We had a drink at the bar before trying to head to Manto in Soho for a drink. I say try because again Bunny didn’t receive clear directions from the bar guy and we had another nice stroll through South Kensington.
South Kensington is beautiful and oozes money. Chanel shops and everything. Where it says “NO FLYPOSTERING” There is NO flypostering. It’s a world away from Hackney.
Aside: I was hungry so we stopped in Sainsbury’s. I found MAPLE FUDGE! YES! At long last! See how posh South Kensington is? I think I got Rick hooked.
Manto was fun because we were part of some college girl’s Net Ball end of year party (by association through Rick’s flatmate) and we mocked their outfits. They were loud, drunk and singing rude versions of “I Will Survive”. I didn’t mingle. Sam was distressed that he didn’t see a pair of good shoes on any of the girls, apart from me. (HA! Ok, so maybe he was being polite but why look a gift horse in the mouth?).
This is long. Are you still reading this? Don’t you have something to do? I know I should be doing something else!
A Study In Stupidity
On my way to work this morning I witnessed a car cutting off another car by making an illegal right hand turn. It even honked at the car it was cutting off. Unfortunately for the car doing the cutting, it had cut off a police vehicle, which promptly turned on it’s blue lights, did a U-turn and pulled over the offending car.
On my way to work this morning I witnessed a car cutting off another car by making an illegal right hand turn. It even honked at the car it was cutting off. Unfortunately for the car doing the cutting, it had cut off a police vehicle, which promptly turned on it’s blue lights, did a U-turn and pulled over the offending car.
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
God Damn the Bloody Servers At Work!
I could not access blogger, I thought the blogger servers were down but now I see it was just me. With 5 minutes to go before I have to trekk all the from Walthamstow to Fulham, I regain my access with no time to do anything interesting. Damn it.
Sorry Folks.
I'll leave you with this naughy piece of work:
Purity Test
I could not access blogger, I thought the blogger servers were down but now I see it was just me. With 5 minutes to go before I have to trekk all the from Walthamstow to Fulham, I regain my access with no time to do anything interesting. Damn it.
Sorry Folks.
I'll leave you with this naughy piece of work:
Purity Test
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
I was enjoying this article on a company called Sciona that provides genetic testing at £120, via The Body Shop. It raises some interesting ethical issues in lay man's terms.
Apart from my interest in genetic studies, ethics and anthropology (in a very unacademic pop-science sort of way), I was also interested in how the British dealt with the issue. In North America the company would have been barred from doing business until they could prove they were not putting people at risk. In the UK, and I quote from James Meek in the Guardian:
"Philip Webb, chairman of the HGC's genetic testing sub-group, said it had been trying to arrange a meeting with Sciona. 'We haven't reached any judgments.That's why we want to go down and give them an opportunity to show us the evidence for what they are doing.'
You Show 'Em Philip! We have no idea what they are doing really, but keep on doing it until you can prove otherwise...
Apart from my interest in genetic studies, ethics and anthropology (in a very unacademic pop-science sort of way), I was also interested in how the British dealt with the issue. In North America the company would have been barred from doing business until they could prove they were not putting people at risk. In the UK, and I quote from James Meek in the Guardian:
"Philip Webb, chairman of the HGC's genetic testing sub-group, said it had been trying to arrange a meeting with Sciona. 'We haven't reached any judgments.That's why we want to go down and give them an opportunity to show us the evidence for what they are doing.'
You Show 'Em Philip! We have no idea what they are doing really, but keep on doing it until you can prove otherwise...
Which Sesame Street Character Are You? click the image
You are ERNIE. You are fun, friendly, and popular. You are a real crowd pleaser. You have probably been out on the town your share of times, yet you come home with the values that your mother taught you. Marriage and children are important to you, but only after you have fun. Don't let the people you please influence you to stray.
Hmmm, well I suppose my marriage is important to me and he is a child....
You are ERNIE. You are fun, friendly, and popular. You are a real crowd pleaser. You have probably been out on the town your share of times, yet you come home with the values that your mother taught you. Marriage and children are important to you, but only after you have fun. Don't let the people you please influence you to stray.
Hmmm, well I suppose my marriage is important to me and he is a child....
Monday, March 11, 2002
HAHahahaha sarcastic laughing
Wow, you really are full-on characters today! Things are so exciting it’s ridiculous. This has been a good phase and it continues today. There’s so much going on, too. You’ve got Mercury, Neptune, Uranus and the Moon in Aquarius today. At times, you won’t know whether you’re coming or going, but you’ll love today anyway.
Might explain why I'm feeling UTTERLY DEMENTED but I am NOT loving it!
Wow, you really are full-on characters today! Things are so exciting it’s ridiculous. This has been a good phase and it continues today. There’s so much going on, too. You’ve got Mercury, Neptune, Uranus and the Moon in Aquarius today. At times, you won’t know whether you’re coming or going, but you’ll love today anyway.
Might explain why I'm feeling UTTERLY DEMENTED but I am NOT loving it!
Popstarz
I returned to the old favourite in style on Friday. I don’t know what is going on, but it’s great: popstarz seems to be the new black again.
I started off the evening with W David, Albert, Stuart and Gavin in the Rubbish room in a booth and we must have had about 16 bottles of DNA between us and a few vodka & lemonades (yay 2-4-1!) before 11. There was a new DJ who got on my tits. Stop it with the shitty early 90s remixes and get off the bloody mic. You are paid to spin not to gab. Although, kudos for playing “Waiting for a star to fall” by Boy Meet Girl, I hadn’t heard that in about 10 years. David, Stuart and I stood up, held our arms in the air and swayed while screaming out the lyrics. Also: “Never Ending Story” Awww…the memories!
Lvpl Street David arrived nicely tanned after his trip to Australia (lucky bastard, got to see sand, sun AND Lloyd and Khalid). Shortly thereafter enters Mary after a 4-month hiatus to Manchester. I thought she was going to weep with joy at being back down in London. Lorraine trailed her looking fabulous with 2 other girls I can’t remember.
We danced like mad in the main room and continued drinking, saying hello to the other regulars. Even Gavin was really going for it on the dance floor before falling down the stairs and busting his knee.
Mary found herself in a toilet cubicle with an Italian bloke. She sent him for protection and he came back with a pack of tampons….
Unfortunately, when friends are reunited like this the drinks flow far too easily along with the joy. By the end I think I had 9 bottles of alcopops at 1.5 units of alcohol each. I was catatonic and unable to follow conversations. Or talk really. Or stand. That goes for Saturday too. I spent the day in bed and then tried to go collect lost property at Heaven (see previous entry).
Sunday
I went to Spitalfields and became a bit down because I had no money to buy anything. Also got irritating unwelcome text messages that threw me into a rage. It was the 1st day of my period. Now was not the time to rehash the past out of the blue. I decided to splurge and spent a whole- braze yourself- £2.50 on an amethyst bracelet to cheer myself up. The first thing I’ve bought for myself in 2 months. This depressed me further. I needed a girl friend and chocolate.
Jackie took me out for coffee. Both of us having anger issues we hatched a brilliant plan called the anger files. Basically, we will draw or write down what is pissing us off and then destroy it with doodles, paint, fire or turning it into the evil monster that it is. Then we will compare whatever is left of the paper.
I returned to the old favourite in style on Friday. I don’t know what is going on, but it’s great: popstarz seems to be the new black again.
I started off the evening with W David, Albert, Stuart and Gavin in the Rubbish room in a booth and we must have had about 16 bottles of DNA between us and a few vodka & lemonades (yay 2-4-1!) before 11. There was a new DJ who got on my tits. Stop it with the shitty early 90s remixes and get off the bloody mic. You are paid to spin not to gab. Although, kudos for playing “Waiting for a star to fall” by Boy Meet Girl, I hadn’t heard that in about 10 years. David, Stuart and I stood up, held our arms in the air and swayed while screaming out the lyrics. Also: “Never Ending Story” Awww…the memories!
Lvpl Street David arrived nicely tanned after his trip to Australia (lucky bastard, got to see sand, sun AND Lloyd and Khalid). Shortly thereafter enters Mary after a 4-month hiatus to Manchester. I thought she was going to weep with joy at being back down in London. Lorraine trailed her looking fabulous with 2 other girls I can’t remember.
We danced like mad in the main room and continued drinking, saying hello to the other regulars. Even Gavin was really going for it on the dance floor before falling down the stairs and busting his knee.
Mary found herself in a toilet cubicle with an Italian bloke. She sent him for protection and he came back with a pack of tampons….
Unfortunately, when friends are reunited like this the drinks flow far too easily along with the joy. By the end I think I had 9 bottles of alcopops at 1.5 units of alcohol each. I was catatonic and unable to follow conversations. Or talk really. Or stand. That goes for Saturday too. I spent the day in bed and then tried to go collect lost property at Heaven (see previous entry).
Sunday
I went to Spitalfields and became a bit down because I had no money to buy anything. Also got irritating unwelcome text messages that threw me into a rage. It was the 1st day of my period. Now was not the time to rehash the past out of the blue. I decided to splurge and spent a whole- braze yourself- £2.50 on an amethyst bracelet to cheer myself up. The first thing I’ve bought for myself in 2 months. This depressed me further. I needed a girl friend and chocolate.
Jackie took me out for coffee. Both of us having anger issues we hatched a brilliant plan called the anger files. Basically, we will draw or write down what is pissing us off and then destroy it with doodles, paint, fire or turning it into the evil monster that it is. Then we will compare whatever is left of the paper.
Heads WILL Roll
There are a few things pissing me off at the moment. It’s my time of month and nothing can stop me!
1.Ex. Fuck off and leave me alone. I don’t care anymore. Too much, too little, too late. Surely I can’t be expected to give a fuck about your excuses a month later because you are feeling guilty.
2.Work. Two months later and no one has told me what my job description is or what the policy is for doing anything. I’m perpetually confused and not receiving much support from other staff.
3.Computers. People, let’s talk face to face. Virtual friends can’t give hugs. This is pissing me off.
4.Hangovers. Spend Saturday in an alcohol poison near-coma. Lvpl St. David couldn’t come out and play on Sunday because of his hangover.
5.Public Transport. There’s not reason why it should have taken me 1hour and 15 minutes to get to the Strand from Hackney. 3 buses, 3 detours, 1 bus terminating early (it said Tottenham Court Road Station on the front. HOLBORN is not Tottenham Court Road!) and a lot of waiting in the cold.
6.Winter. Give it up. It’s boring.
7.Misinformation. Trekking to Heaven in Public Transport in Winter with a Hangover (see above) and the man I was to see wasn’t there. Why? Because they told me he’s there from 2pm everyday. Except Saturday, which didn’t tell me. Wankers.
Good Things
1.Jackie. For taking me out for lots of hot chocolate and a chat, and hatching the Anger Files idea with me.
2.Chocolate Filled Doughnuts from Tesco.
3.Friends For listening to me rant and rave yesterday (ta to Andreea and Stuart).
4.Will Young. For being gay. Can’t have enough faggots in the world. Even if his songs are a bit sappy.
5.Husbands. I don’t know why. They’re just nice to have.
6.Great Dreams. Last I dreamt Harrod’s was a giant candy shop and Jo, Welsh David and I were running around jumping in the candy and eating it. Also, we were carried in special candy filled lifts from candy floor to candy floor that delivered us straight into the sweets containers. Interestingly, the reese’s pieces were separated by colours: one vat for the yellow, one for the brown and one for the orange.
There are a few things pissing me off at the moment. It’s my time of month and nothing can stop me!
1.Ex. Fuck off and leave me alone. I don’t care anymore. Too much, too little, too late. Surely I can’t be expected to give a fuck about your excuses a month later because you are feeling guilty.
2.Work. Two months later and no one has told me what my job description is or what the policy is for doing anything. I’m perpetually confused and not receiving much support from other staff.
3.Computers. People, let’s talk face to face. Virtual friends can’t give hugs. This is pissing me off.
4.Hangovers. Spend Saturday in an alcohol poison near-coma. Lvpl St. David couldn’t come out and play on Sunday because of his hangover.
5.Public Transport. There’s not reason why it should have taken me 1hour and 15 minutes to get to the Strand from Hackney. 3 buses, 3 detours, 1 bus terminating early (it said Tottenham Court Road Station on the front. HOLBORN is not Tottenham Court Road!) and a lot of waiting in the cold.
6.Winter. Give it up. It’s boring.
7.Misinformation. Trekking to Heaven in Public Transport in Winter with a Hangover (see above) and the man I was to see wasn’t there. Why? Because they told me he’s there from 2pm everyday. Except Saturday, which didn’t tell me. Wankers.
Good Things
1.Jackie. For taking me out for lots of hot chocolate and a chat, and hatching the Anger Files idea with me.
2.Chocolate Filled Doughnuts from Tesco.
3.Friends For listening to me rant and rave yesterday (ta to Andreea and Stuart).
4.Will Young. For being gay. Can’t have enough faggots in the world. Even if his songs are a bit sappy.
5.Husbands. I don’t know why. They’re just nice to have.
6.Great Dreams. Last I dreamt Harrod’s was a giant candy shop and Jo, Welsh David and I were running around jumping in the candy and eating it. Also, we were carried in special candy filled lifts from candy floor to candy floor that delivered us straight into the sweets containers. Interestingly, the reese’s pieces were separated by colours: one vat for the yellow, one for the brown and one for the orange.
Friday, March 08, 2002
Today I fancy writing a proper blog but I cannot think of a topic. I know I think about a dozen different things that I could write just on the walk from the train station to work. I suppose the logical one would be a review of the Sum 41 gig I went to last night at the Brixton Academy. I will not. I find nothing more boring than reading other people’s reviews of concerts, CDs and movies. I will comment that they were very super fun and I had a great time. Instead, I will review the audience!
Audience Review of SUM 41 Tour of the Rising Sum with asides
As I got on the tube to go to the concert I noted a group of teenagers getting on the train, obviously for the gig as one of them wore a Sum 41 t-shirt. They were happy and well behaved; however, I had to despair at their outfits. The girls seemed to be wearing GAP combat gear in blue pastel. Also, the semi-short things they boys were wearing. Retarded. It’s March. It’s cold. You look like a dork that has out grown his trousers.
While waiting for Bunny at Brixton station I got to observe more of the audience. Unfortunately, some seemed to be at least 10 years younger than me. A few seemed older. Some came with their parents and young siblings. I again noted a lot of the girls wearing pastels, even PINK pastel. This disturbed me. They also tended to have long hair with little braids here and there. Cute. Childish. Or am I getting old? When I was their age rant I wore nothing but black, kept my hair long, dark and straight, and wore plenty of eyeliner. I wore Doc Marten’s or black boots, not this silly white trainer business. I sneered at people. I didn’t bounce around like a picachu! Actually, nothing much has changed except my hair is now short and asymmetrical and I sometimes wear colour….
Once in the Brixton Academy (after the whole “We’re on the guest list darling” business) I could observe my subjects in their natural habitat.
Unrelated aside: they made me remove my piercing! I was wearing a spike (for those that do not know I have my labret pierced; that’s the bit under your lower lip) and it was deemed dangerous. I put back on as soon as I’d cleared security.
I have to say I found the crowd rather refreshing and fun. They still moshed and screamed but generally were much more polite than the punters at the last couple of gigs I’ve been to in the last year (Pet Shop Boys, U2, Madonna, Marilyn Manson, JJ72 etc). They were just there to have a great time and jump up and down. There was excellent audience participation and they were supportive of the opening act. There was a positive, happy vibe. Also, I felt tall! Most people were still teens not fully grown!
They only lacked in dancing ability…oh did I see some BAD dancing happening.
Another Aside: For some reason I found myself thinking “gods, I would have loved to have seen the Manic Street Preachers live about 10 years ago. I could envision the guitars, the energy, the glam outfits and most of all that the music had some meaning beyond “my ex is psycho”. I could feel the people waiting for a great explosion, a great moment of fantastic rock ‘n’ roll energy and they got a bit of a taste of it with “Fat Lip” and “Pain for Pleasure” but the motivation was fun not a social statement and therefore left it a bit lacking. I bet the manics could deliver it back in the day. Then again, I wasn’t there so who knows?
Audience Review of SUM 41 Tour of the Rising Sum with asides
As I got on the tube to go to the concert I noted a group of teenagers getting on the train, obviously for the gig as one of them wore a Sum 41 t-shirt. They were happy and well behaved; however, I had to despair at their outfits. The girls seemed to be wearing GAP combat gear in blue pastel. Also, the semi-short things they boys were wearing. Retarded. It’s March. It’s cold. You look like a dork that has out grown his trousers.
While waiting for Bunny at Brixton station I got to observe more of the audience. Unfortunately, some seemed to be at least 10 years younger than me. A few seemed older. Some came with their parents and young siblings. I again noted a lot of the girls wearing pastels, even PINK pastel. This disturbed me. They also tended to have long hair with little braids here and there. Cute. Childish. Or am I getting old? When I was their age rant I wore nothing but black, kept my hair long, dark and straight, and wore plenty of eyeliner. I wore Doc Marten’s or black boots, not this silly white trainer business. I sneered at people. I didn’t bounce around like a picachu! Actually, nothing much has changed except my hair is now short and asymmetrical and I sometimes wear colour….
Once in the Brixton Academy (after the whole “We’re on the guest list darling” business) I could observe my subjects in their natural habitat.
Unrelated aside: they made me remove my piercing! I was wearing a spike (for those that do not know I have my labret pierced; that’s the bit under your lower lip) and it was deemed dangerous. I put back on as soon as I’d cleared security.
I have to say I found the crowd rather refreshing and fun. They still moshed and screamed but generally were much more polite than the punters at the last couple of gigs I’ve been to in the last year (Pet Shop Boys, U2, Madonna, Marilyn Manson, JJ72 etc). They were just there to have a great time and jump up and down. There was excellent audience participation and they were supportive of the opening act. There was a positive, happy vibe. Also, I felt tall! Most people were still teens not fully grown!
They only lacked in dancing ability…oh did I see some BAD dancing happening.
Another Aside: For some reason I found myself thinking “gods, I would have loved to have seen the Manic Street Preachers live about 10 years ago. I could envision the guitars, the energy, the glam outfits and most of all that the music had some meaning beyond “my ex is psycho”. I could feel the people waiting for a great explosion, a great moment of fantastic rock ‘n’ roll energy and they got a bit of a taste of it with “Fat Lip” and “Pain for Pleasure” but the motivation was fun not a social statement and therefore left it a bit lacking. I bet the manics could deliver it back in the day. Then again, I wasn’t there so who knows?
Thursday, March 07, 2002
I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's good to be married to a ticketmaster man. Got free guest list for Sum 41 tonight-RESULT!
I put All Killer No Filler in my cd drive at work and it launched into a CD-Rom promo with no volume control and Fat Lip blasted out of my computer and disturbed the staff meeting across the hall... oops
I'm Jubilation Lee
What X-Men Character are You? Huzzah, you're the fabulous Miss Jubilation Lee, also known as Jubilee. You're a smart-mouthed little bundle of energy who never lacks a snappy come back or witty retort. You're a bit irresponsible at times, but you can't help it if there are better things to be doing with your valuable time than studying or practicing. Pschaw!
In case you care.
Wednesday, March 06, 2002
I've just been informed by Bunny that my flat is now clean but that we have about £5 trillion of bills to pay. . Just when I thought I needed a holiday.
Last night I did lie awake in bed worrying about money. It's tragic. When did this whole adult thing happen? I don't make enough money to support myself, basically. I'm earning less than I was before but am living in a more expensive abode. I can only think this was a stupid move on my part (but something that had to be done for communal mental health). I despise having to deal with all these things but know they must be done. I am in desperate need of sunshine and a holiday. I haven't had a descent break since January 01 when Vanessa and I went to Barcelona for 4 days (it rained 2 of them). I've had periods of unemployment but that doesn't constitute any sort of relaxation and peace of mind. Oh and I owe £1200.
SO. ANYONE HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO BOOST MY INCOME PRONTO WITHOUT RESORTING TO WHORING MYSELF OUT OR BECOMING A DEALER?
tumbling weeds. the wind blows
Last night I did lie awake in bed worrying about money. It's tragic. When did this whole adult thing happen? I don't make enough money to support myself, basically. I'm earning less than I was before but am living in a more expensive abode. I can only think this was a stupid move on my part (but something that had to be done for communal mental health). I despise having to deal with all these things but know they must be done. I am in desperate need of sunshine and a holiday. I haven't had a descent break since January 01 when Vanessa and I went to Barcelona for 4 days (it rained 2 of them). I've had periods of unemployment but that doesn't constitute any sort of relaxation and peace of mind. Oh and I owe £1200.
SO. ANYONE HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO BOOST MY INCOME PRONTO WITHOUT RESORTING TO WHORING MYSELF OUT OR BECOMING A DEALER?
tumbling weeds. the wind blows
Considering that I'm an Argentinian born Canadian citizen who's lived in the UK for only 4 years...I think this quiz isn't very accurate.
I am 85% British, just like
Mr Bean
Shy to the point of ridicule, you've probably never been out of the UK.
Take the Brit Quiz at
www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm
Quiz written by Daz
I am 85% British, just like
Mr Bean
Shy to the point of ridicule, you've probably never been out of the UK.
Take the Brit Quiz at
www.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htm
Quiz written by Daz
Tuesday, March 05, 2002
Some People Are Just Idiots
I was asked by the Consultant to ring the mother of a child to ask if she had taken her son for bloods yet as it should have been done 2 months ago. I rang mom up and asked her if she'd taken him and she replied:
" No, I haven't. I've decided not to take him.
"O-"
"I received the blood forms on the 23rd of December. I thought it was a very rude Christmas present. I will not take him."
"Ok then. Thank you." Who was I to argue with such sound reasoning for not looking after your child's health?
I was asked by the Consultant to ring the mother of a child to ask if she had taken her son for bloods yet as it should have been done 2 months ago. I rang mom up and asked her if she'd taken him and she replied:
" No, I haven't. I've decided not to take him.
"O-"
"I received the blood forms on the 23rd of December. I thought it was a very rude Christmas present. I will not take him."
"Ok then. Thank you." Who was I to argue with such sound reasoning for not looking after your child's health?
Crappy Off-the-Cuff Commentary Monica Speaks
I was was intrigued by this documentary shown last night on channel 4 of Monica Lewinsky answering questions in a public forum. What struck me most was how vulnerable Monica seemed and how much she needed people to understand her side of the story, that she was not at fault. I could feel nothing but sympathy for her. She did cock up but she did not- and certainly not her family- deserve the treatment that she received from the US media. Monica's problem was that she was naive and trusted President Clinton to protect her. Even 4 years later when she filmed this documentary, she oozed naivety and the need to be accepted. She was intelligent and emotional, particularly when speaking of the effect the affair had on her family and how she was betrayed by Linda Tripp, Clinton and the Starr report. Interestingly, her interview was interrupted by the editors to show clips of news footage of the investigation and the tape recordings done by Linda Tripp.
She was obviously embarrassed at having her sex life so publicised and for having been so foolish. She was hurt because she was used as the scapegoat by the Clinton Administration and labelled a home-wrecker. There was a painful cloud of self-conciousness over her; she was still afraid of saying certain things or of being sued for accusing people of wrong doing.
There was one emotional moment when a member of the audience told her that the man that had been her down fall- her former teacher- by announcing to the world that they'd had a 5 year affair while he was married had made advances on several of his students, not just her. Until that moment she had been unaware of that.It obviously relieved her.
A terrible moment happened when a man stood up, obviously thinking he was being very clever and asked "How does it feel being the blow-job queen of America?". The audience gasped. Monica looked away and her eyes flashed with anger. "That was cruel and it hurt. How do you think comments like that make my family feel? I'm not the first person to have done that." (not direct quote btw!). He sat in embarrassed silence.
What I can fault her in is that she never admitted she was partially to blame for having an affair with a married man in the first place. She wanted complete absolution for her role in the matter. Although I think the constitutional crisis that resulted is not her fault (blame the Republicans and Clinton's lies for that) what so ever, she is responsible for the actions that put her in such an awkward position. She was still surprised when some people in the audience didn't see her view of things or questioned her motives for being there. She still has a great deal to learn about herself and human nature.
I was was intrigued by this documentary shown last night on channel 4 of Monica Lewinsky answering questions in a public forum. What struck me most was how vulnerable Monica seemed and how much she needed people to understand her side of the story, that she was not at fault. I could feel nothing but sympathy for her. She did cock up but she did not- and certainly not her family- deserve the treatment that she received from the US media. Monica's problem was that she was naive and trusted President Clinton to protect her. Even 4 years later when she filmed this documentary, she oozed naivety and the need to be accepted. She was intelligent and emotional, particularly when speaking of the effect the affair had on her family and how she was betrayed by Linda Tripp, Clinton and the Starr report. Interestingly, her interview was interrupted by the editors to show clips of news footage of the investigation and the tape recordings done by Linda Tripp.
She was obviously embarrassed at having her sex life so publicised and for having been so foolish. She was hurt because she was used as the scapegoat by the Clinton Administration and labelled a home-wrecker. There was a painful cloud of self-conciousness over her; she was still afraid of saying certain things or of being sued for accusing people of wrong doing.
There was one emotional moment when a member of the audience told her that the man that had been her down fall- her former teacher- by announcing to the world that they'd had a 5 year affair while he was married had made advances on several of his students, not just her. Until that moment she had been unaware of that.It obviously relieved her.
A terrible moment happened when a man stood up, obviously thinking he was being very clever and asked "How does it feel being the blow-job queen of America?". The audience gasped. Monica looked away and her eyes flashed with anger. "That was cruel and it hurt. How do you think comments like that make my family feel? I'm not the first person to have done that." (not direct quote btw!). He sat in embarrassed silence.
What I can fault her in is that she never admitted she was partially to blame for having an affair with a married man in the first place. She wanted complete absolution for her role in the matter. Although I think the constitutional crisis that resulted is not her fault (blame the Republicans and Clinton's lies for that) what so ever, she is responsible for the actions that put her in such an awkward position. She was still surprised when some people in the audience didn't see her view of things or questioned her motives for being there. She still has a great deal to learn about herself and human nature.
Monday, March 04, 2002
I am having a caffeine rush. I think my caffeine addiction is coming back with a vengence. Run, my children, run.
A Louis Theroux Website Because I think he's neat.
Because I think U2 are funny
So Dave Van Ronk dies and goes to heaven. St Peter says, "C'mon, Dave. Let's go check out the band." They go to an enormous arena where an all-star band is on stage: the guy out of Feeder on drums, Berry Oakley on bass, Johnny Thunders and Jimi Hendrix on guitar, and Bono running around the stage waving a flag.
"I didn't know Bono was dead!" Van Ronk exclaims.
"He's not," St. Peter replies. "That's God, he just thinks he's Bono."
Because I think U2 are funny
So Dave Van Ronk dies and goes to heaven. St Peter says, "C'mon, Dave. Let's go check out the band." They go to an enormous arena where an all-star band is on stage: the guy out of Feeder on drums, Berry Oakley on bass, Johnny Thunders and Jimi Hendrix on guitar, and Bono running around the stage waving a flag.
"I didn't know Bono was dead!" Van Ronk exclaims.
"He's not," St. Peter replies. "That's God, he just thinks he's Bono."
Sunday, March 03, 2002
There’s a scene from the 1990s film “Airheads” that relates how I see blogging. It’s about a group of metalheads that try to take over a radio station because they “want to be heard” and hold the DJ hostage. When eventually he allows them to go on air, prompting them “Well, what do you want to say then?
“Um….… uh… I guess we want to say that, uh, we want to be heard…”
- Bunny has linked my webpage and I’ve become rather self- conscious because I know fuck all about HTML and have managed to crash my page a few times with HTML jumble. Also, I am lazy and easily frustrated with HTML, so I often leave it. To me it’s like housecleaning. Something you know you have to do but would rather go live at your mate’s house for a week before trying to start looking for your floor.
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Shallow Lounge
Thursday night we met at Village for a drink and then headed for the The Shadow Lounge for a night of drinking, drinking, dancing, drinking and a bit more drinking. I think that was just me though. We (if you must know who, Albert, Welsh David, Ben, Dharma, Stacey, Phil, Mo, Ben, Wil, Jo, Anders, Darian and Duncan. And me.) sat at our reserved booth and I had to order a Cosmopolitan in honour of Sex and The City (the series ends of Wednesday, what am I going to do?). Cost a fucking mortgage.
David and I went on a mission of minesweeping. This is a very difficult task at the Shadow Lounge because of the crowds and lack of nooks and crannies. I took a bit of tantrum about it, stomping my feet and startling the man walking by. I told him it had nothing to do with him and that I didn’t care who he was. He looked at me like I was demented and realised it was Brian from Big Brother. I think he spent the 70 grand on his face. It looked as if it had been embalmed while he was still living.
I was royally pissed off, however, because I was being groped by gay men left right and center. Please note BECAUSE YOU ARE GAY DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN’T SEXUALLY HARASS A WOMAN Harassment is any unsolicited act. You are not entitled to squeeze my ass, kiss my neck, grab my hips, or shove your crotch into mine. These are actions that would make me uncomfortable and violated coming from any stranger regardless of their sexual orientation. If I did this to the queers I’d be labeled a fag hag, laughed at and barred from the scene! I don’t harass you, so don’t harass me! I don’t go to straight clubs because I hate being treated like a piece of meat, don’t take away the only scene that treats me like a person!!
Otherwise all went well. We even had our photo taken from a man saying it was for the Mail on Sunday and QX (are these related???). The photographer took a group picture and then individual ones, but we think the latter was an excuse to get a pic of Wil for his personal collection!
On the way home Anders, Jo and I tried to sing tracks from Evita but we were out of tune and too drunk to remember the words!
Quote of the Evening: “The only thing that isn’t gay about Val is her vagina” Thanks Ben. Not.
Just Like PerFICTION
Friday marked our return to Fiction after a long hiatus (like 6 weeks, man! What was that all about??). As always it was superb and magical, hot and sweaty, packed and rammed with the beautiful people.
It was Jo’s first experience there and she actually rather enjoyed it. Seeing as she’s more of an industrial goth fan than a funky or dark house fan, I was delighted.
As always everyone was lost before too long and Welsh David and I spent most of the night dancing by ourselves and being visited by Albert, Wil and Jenny every now and again.
This time we spent most of our time in the dark room, there were some juicy baseline and some good harder stuff. I can’t love this club any more; it’s too good.
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Saturday was bizarre as after 3 hours of sleep Jo and I headed for Heathrow- 1 hour and 30 minutes each way from East London- for her departure. Why did they build it on the other side of the universe? On the way back I slept all the way from Terminals 1,2,3 to Holborn.
I got home at after 1am and was shaking like a leaf and talking gibberish to Bunny who promptly sent me to bed.
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I managed to wake up in time to go to Andreea’s birthday drinks at the Glass House on Brewer Street (southside). I cannot recommend the venue (these are my heterosexual friends: I do have some) but I would recommend the company. Andreea and her fiancé Adam are fantastic conversationalist and we had great discussions.
We also had a very late dinner at Topo Gigio across the road, which serve fabulous pasta and we continued to drunkenly discuss things but at after a bottle of wine (after all those rounds at the pub) the topics deteriorated to subjects such as “Why are our ex-flatmates such losers?” We had dessert Bar Italia, where Adam spent most of his time contemplating the floor and apologising for talking shit.
The End.
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“Um….
- Bunny has linked my webpage and I’ve become rather self- conscious because I know fuck all about HTML and have managed to crash my page a few times with HTML jumble. Also, I am lazy and easily frustrated with HTML, so I often leave it. To me it’s like housecleaning. Something you know you have to do but would rather go live at your mate’s house for a week before trying to start looking for your floor.
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Shallow Lounge
Thursday night we met at Village for a drink and then headed for the The Shadow Lounge for a night of drinking, drinking, dancing, drinking and a bit more drinking. I think that was just me though. We (if you must know who, Albert, Welsh David, Ben, Dharma, Stacey, Phil, Mo, Ben, Wil, Jo, Anders, Darian and Duncan. And me.) sat at our reserved booth and I had to order a Cosmopolitan in honour of Sex and The City (the series ends of Wednesday, what am I going to do?). Cost a fucking mortgage.
David and I went on a mission of minesweeping. This is a very difficult task at the Shadow Lounge because of the crowds and lack of nooks and crannies. I took a bit of tantrum about it, stomping my feet and startling the man walking by. I told him it had nothing to do with him and that I didn’t care who he was. He looked at me like I was demented and realised it was Brian from Big Brother. I think he spent the 70 grand on his face. It looked as if it had been embalmed while he was still living.
I was royally pissed off, however, because I was being groped by gay men left right and center. Please note BECAUSE YOU ARE GAY DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN’T SEXUALLY HARASS A WOMAN Harassment is any unsolicited act. You are not entitled to squeeze my ass, kiss my neck, grab my hips, or shove your crotch into mine. These are actions that would make me uncomfortable and violated coming from any stranger regardless of their sexual orientation. If I did this to the queers I’d be labeled a fag hag, laughed at and barred from the scene! I don’t harass you, so don’t harass me! I don’t go to straight clubs because I hate being treated like a piece of meat, don’t take away the only scene that treats me like a person!!
Otherwise all went well. We even had our photo taken from a man saying it was for the Mail on Sunday and QX (are these related???). The photographer took a group picture and then individual ones, but we think the latter was an excuse to get a pic of Wil for his personal collection!
On the way home Anders, Jo and I tried to sing tracks from Evita but we were out of tune and too drunk to remember the words!
Quote of the Evening: “The only thing that isn’t gay about Val is her vagina” Thanks Ben. Not.
Just Like PerFICTION
Friday marked our return to Fiction after a long hiatus (like 6 weeks, man! What was that all about??). As always it was superb and magical, hot and sweaty, packed and rammed with the beautiful people.
It was Jo’s first experience there and she actually rather enjoyed it. Seeing as she’s more of an industrial goth fan than a funky or dark house fan, I was delighted.
As always everyone was lost before too long and Welsh David and I spent most of the night dancing by ourselves and being visited by Albert, Wil and Jenny every now and again.
This time we spent most of our time in the dark room, there were some juicy baseline and some good harder stuff. I can’t love this club any more; it’s too good.
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Saturday was bizarre as after 3 hours of sleep Jo and I headed for Heathrow- 1 hour and 30 minutes each way from East London- for her departure. Why did they build it on the other side of the universe? On the way back I slept all the way from Terminals 1,2,3 to Holborn.
I got home at after 1am and was shaking like a leaf and talking gibberish to Bunny who promptly sent me to bed.
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I managed to wake up in time to go to Andreea’s birthday drinks at the Glass House on Brewer Street (southside). I cannot recommend the venue (these are my heterosexual friends: I do have some) but I would recommend the company. Andreea and her fiancé Adam are fantastic conversationalist and we had great discussions.
We also had a very late dinner at Topo Gigio across the road, which serve fabulous pasta and we continued to drunkenly discuss things but at after a bottle of wine (after all those rounds at the pub) the topics deteriorated to subjects such as “Why are our ex-flatmates such losers?” We had dessert Bar Italia, where Adam spent most of his time contemplating the floor and apologising for talking shit.
The End.
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Friday, March 01, 2002
Who's Your Inner Rock Star? - page 1
Macy Gray
Oh yeah, the rock star in you is all Macy Gray. You are an intriguing, glamorous, groovy girl—free and fabulous as they come. You and Macy have got a lot going on and people just want to know what makes you tick. One minute sophisticated urban diva, next minute keeping it true to the street, you are style, sass, and cool without even trying. You are the goddess of groovy living and girl power, unleashing your fanciful whims through your words, dreams, and independent lifestyle. Feed your inner Macy Gray, honey. We love to watch.
Macy Gray
Oh yeah, the rock star in you is all Macy Gray. You are an intriguing, glamorous, groovy girl—free and fabulous as they come. You and Macy have got a lot going on and people just want to know what makes you tick. One minute sophisticated urban diva, next minute keeping it true to the street, you are style, sass, and cool without even trying. You are the goddess of groovy living and girl power, unleashing your fanciful whims through your words, dreams, and independent lifestyle. Feed your inner Macy Gray, honey. We love to watch.
