Popstarz was quite a mess last night. It started normally enough except the WHOLE gang was there: Lloyd, Khalid, W David, Albert, Lvpl St David, Sid, Pedram, Lorraine, Peter and Darian.Well...we missed Mary and Vanessa but they were there in spirit. We started in the rubbish room, going mad to Black Box, Britney, Christina and Madonna before heading downstairs to see Siobhan Fahey, ex Shakespearessister perform live on stage.
She looked great and her new sound is electro-clash. She covered one of the American Gigilo tracks and did some of her own. She finished with 'Your History". I was a bit of a mess by that stage and whe the audience was jumping up and down I thought I was bouncing on a cloud. I think I also couldn't speak in complete sentences....
The rest of the evening was very blurry. Lvpl St David, Sid and I took forever trying to purchase drinks because we were so out of it. David and I just callopsed into each other while Sid starred at the receipt before realising he had to sign it.
After bouncing in the indie room we were back up stairs and it was magnificent. We danced like disco queens...or we thought we did anyway.
We lost time in the toilets and on the stairwells. Suddenly I came out of it and it was 3:30 am...yet there were loads of people in the indie room still, bouncing away.
I went to the loo and ran into Anthea and Carl so we had a bit of chat. Ok, I talked shit, they put up with it! Then Matt and Charlie came in and I chatted shit to them too! Go me!
I bounced around some more with Peter and Lorraine before going home quite late for Popstarz at 4:20am...and there was still a cloakroom q! Grrrr.
Saturday, November 30, 2002
Thursday, November 28, 2002
I have a new job until Christmas. I'm doing boring clerical work involving the Lord Chancellors office and customs and excise. I'm not sure what we do but there are a lot of files regarding tribunals, some of which involvedd millions of pounds. There's some nice tribunal rooms downstairs.
I have yet to find internet access so I may not be posting my OH so exciting life (do we detect sarcasm) on the web as often but I will certainly try. To keep you amused try this simple yet oddly addictive tobogganing game, which Dharma sent me. It may take a while to load but it's really fun!
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ralph. We have a fun evening drinking in the Duke of Wellington on Wardour street. I finally saw Ivan for the first time in a year and got to see Welsh David in action as he gave people swabs and questionnaires.
AND a very happy birthday to X. It's been 11 years since we've met, babe. I'm scared! Que la fuerza este contigo y viva la vaca!
I have yet to find internet access so I may not be posting my OH so exciting life (do we detect sarcasm) on the web as often but I will certainly try. To keep you amused try this simple yet oddly addictive tobogganing game, which Dharma sent me. It may take a while to load but it's really fun!
Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Ralph. We have a fun evening drinking in the Duke of Wellington on Wardour street. I finally saw Ivan for the first time in a year and got to see Welsh David in action as he gave people swabs and questionnaires.
AND a very happy birthday to X. It's been 11 years since we've met, babe. I'm scared! Que la fuerza este contigo y viva la vaca!
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Today was ultra nice despite me having to turn down a job because it involved a lot of audio typing- which gave me a series of ear infections and a bit of hearing loss earlier this year.
I met Lloyd in Borders bookstore and we lounged in the Starbucks reading books, taking up space and not buying anything. Gavin then joined us and requested we go to a pub for some grub. This was not as easy as it sounds as it had gone 15hrs and all the pubs had stopped serving. Eventually we ended up at the Northumberland Arms on Goodge and Charlotte Street.
Conversation and laughter flowed freely. Peter also popped in for a drink and it became even merrier. The only sad part was at about 18:30 we all ran out of money and had to go home.
I met Lloyd in Borders bookstore and we lounged in the Starbucks reading books, taking up space and not buying anything. Gavin then joined us and requested we go to a pub for some grub. This was not as easy as it sounds as it had gone 15hrs and all the pubs had stopped serving. Eventually we ended up at the Northumberland Arms on Goodge and Charlotte Street.
Conversation and laughter flowed freely. Peter also popped in for a drink and it became even merrier. The only sad part was at about 18:30 we all ran out of money and had to go home.
I had a really lovely weekend.
Friday night I went to Popstarz with Stuart, who must be the sweetest boy out there. Ralph, Wayne and the Ylvas were out for the firs time in ages and it felt like we were in Love Bite 4 years ago!
Saturday afternoon Lloyd and Khalid stood me up, bastards. Fortunately, as always, Andreea came to the rescue and we had a coffee or two at our Costa on Oxford Street.
To make up for their sins, Lloyd and Khalid came over around midnight with a bottle of wine and other goodies. We put in some music, talked shit, drank too much and just enjoyed each other’s company until 4am.
I woke up feeling crappy on Sunday and had to cancel my lunch plans. I did make it to Selfridges in the late afternoon. Lloyd, Khalid and I were like kids in a candy stores. We played table football and the drums. Lloyd tried on hats, and we went to the toy department and broke stuff. Well, not really, just knocked stuff over.
Then we went to Starbucks to rip them off. We hate them with a passion. So we used stolen free drinks vouchers for a disappointing White Chocolate Mocha- they are SO much better at the Second Cup.
Friday night I went to Popstarz with Stuart, who must be the sweetest boy out there. Ralph, Wayne and the Ylvas were out for the firs time in ages and it felt like we were in Love Bite 4 years ago!
Saturday afternoon Lloyd and Khalid stood me up, bastards. Fortunately, as always, Andreea came to the rescue and we had a coffee or two at our Costa on Oxford Street.
To make up for their sins, Lloyd and Khalid came over around midnight with a bottle of wine and other goodies. We put in some music, talked shit, drank too much and just enjoyed each other’s company until 4am.
I woke up feeling crappy on Sunday and had to cancel my lunch plans. I did make it to Selfridges in the late afternoon. Lloyd, Khalid and I were like kids in a candy stores. We played table football and the drums. Lloyd tried on hats, and we went to the toy department and broke stuff. Well, not really, just knocked stuff over.
Then we went to Starbucks to rip them off. We hate them with a passion. So we used stolen free drinks vouchers for a disappointing White Chocolate Mocha- they are SO much better at the Second Cup.
Sunday, November 24, 2002
Saturday, November 23, 2002
How to Fix a Fence as Observed by Little Miss Bitch
Day 1 Wednesday
Bring new fence into garden. Hammer away what remains (a plank of wood) of the old fence
Go home.
Total time: 20 minutes.
Day 2 Friday
Stand in garden looking confused. Move old fence away from tree and lay it on the grass.
Make a phone call. Leave.
Total Time 30 minutes
Day 1 Wednesday
Bring new fence into garden. Hammer away what remains (a plank of wood) of the old fence
Go home.
Total time: 20 minutes.
Day 2 Friday
Stand in garden looking confused. Move old fence away from tree and lay it on the grass.
Make a phone call. Leave.
Total Time 30 minutes
Thursday night was a girls night out that was actually successful.
Andreea, Vanessa, Lorraine, her friend Donna and I went to Cuba Libre in Angel where we had a some interesting debates on the science of first impressions and the educational system.
Afterwards we went to The Kings Head, which had a live Irish band. Vanessa and I tried to jig although we don’t know how. The music was fabulous and the crowd was jolly except for 2 creep foreign men behind us whom we ignored.
Vanessa found a boy she liked yet did not speak to him although he was checking her out. Instead she spoke to the man next to her whom had started a conversation with her. She must learn how to be more of a bitch. The boy she did fancy went home. For shame.
It was a great night and ultra relaxed. I met Andreea for a coffee today and we decided in a few years time Vanessa, she and I are going to all live together with 60 cats. Spinsterhood brings the most happiness.
Andreea, Vanessa, Lorraine, her friend Donna and I went to Cuba Libre in Angel where we had a some interesting debates on the science of first impressions and the educational system.
Afterwards we went to The Kings Head, which had a live Irish band. Vanessa and I tried to jig although we don’t know how. The music was fabulous and the crowd was jolly except for 2 creep foreign men behind us whom we ignored.
Vanessa found a boy she liked yet did not speak to him although he was checking her out. Instead she spoke to the man next to her whom had started a conversation with her. She must learn how to be more of a bitch. The boy she did fancy went home. For shame.
It was a great night and ultra relaxed. I met Andreea for a coffee today and we decided in a few years time Vanessa, she and I are going to all live together with 60 cats. Spinsterhood brings the most happiness.
Friday, November 22, 2002
The autopsy. Gavin and I are in the background in the front row next to the man with the blue jacket
This was taken from the BBC article on the autopsy.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Gavin sent me a text yesterday afternoon asking if I wanted to go to an autopsy with him. I was itching to get out of the house so I said, “Ok, cool”. He rang me and asked “Do you know what I’m talking about?!” I confessed I wasn’t sure. He told me it was the first public autopsy in 170 years and that it may be shut down to the police. Oh right, that’s what they’d be on about on the radio that morning.
As the day went on I got more and more excited. By the time I got to the Brick Lane there was a media circus worthy of a major celebrity. I found Gavin and we found the press queue, which was very, very long. We thought we weren’t going to get in but in the end we made it. We were tagged and given a goody bag including The Body World’s book and video.
After much scrambling around the Truman Brewary and nearly climbing a ladder to reach the press gallery a man grabbed us and plopped us down in the front row.
Professor von Hagens was only a few feet away from me. The top of the corpse’s head was about 5 feet away, covered with a white sheet.
After some dull, thickly accented speeches the autopsy began. It was explained at the patient was a 70-year-old German man who had died of heart failure. He lived a regular life until the age of 50 when he lost his job and became an alcoholic. He had donated his body and his family had also consented to the autopsy going forwards.
Initially, it was a bit shocking to see the nude, deceased body. It had been dead since March so there was a bit of discolouration and some bruising around the face from when he died and fell over.
The professor seems like an oddball. I think he truly loves his work and wants people to learn. He uses the media to benefit his cause.
As the incisions began, the discomfort wore off and it really turned into a science lesson of anatomy. It was sensational, it wasn’t gory and it wasn’t art. It was a scientific process. As one of the professor’s present stressed “Autopsy’s are done for the living”. It’s done to learn and help prevent disease in the living.
It was fascinating and I do feel I learned from the experience. I did have a few fleeting thoughts about the corpse- he once walked, talked, ate, had sex, had children, had a job and now he was dead and being examined. I think what disturbed people about autopsies is t hat this is our future. We will all have our turn at the morticians. We will all die.
There was a sweet smell of chemicals in the airs and a hint of something else. The men conducting the autopsy came very close to splattering Gavin and me with stuff, which would have made me run screaming from the auditorium with or without Channel 4 cameras following me.
We had a very up-close view of the removal of the skull and brains. This part was not televised, which was a shame. I was a bit disconcerted by the drilling open of the skull but I became used it. Gavin wondered if the assistant doing it had botched it up but in the end it seemed fine. The skull was opened and the brains taken out. Gavin and I could see straight into the empty cavity, which was much deeper than I thought it was. I was just amased that this thing could control all our functions.
After the break, the organs were sliced and examined. It was established that his heart was enlarged. His lungs were infected and also showed signs of tuberculosis. The liver was large but not abnormal. He had stones in his gallbladder, which Professor von Hagens brought up to me and others to see them up close inside the gallbladder.
After all was done and sampled taken for the labs, they replaced the organs and started to stitch up the body, which concluded the autopsy. A lot of people had left at this point, and I’m afraid to say they left because once all the organs were out they probably thought it was boring. I think a few people that left at the beginning did leave because they were disturbed but my general feeling was that most people were interested in what was going on and a bit excited about being part of “historical” moment.
I later watched what was shown on Channel 4, which I found a disgrace. 3 hours of footage where widdled down to 30 minutes plus a ridiculous commentary by the “expert” speakers who didn’t seem to be at the same event as me. That trivialised the process and made it entertainment, not what Professor von Hagens did.
As the day went on I got more and more excited. By the time I got to the Brick Lane there was a media circus worthy of a major celebrity. I found Gavin and we found the press queue, which was very, very long. We thought we weren’t going to get in but in the end we made it. We were tagged and given a goody bag including The Body World’s book and video.
After much scrambling around the Truman Brewary and nearly climbing a ladder to reach the press gallery a man grabbed us and plopped us down in the front row.
Professor von Hagens was only a few feet away from me. The top of the corpse’s head was about 5 feet away, covered with a white sheet.
After some dull, thickly accented speeches the autopsy began. It was explained at the patient was a 70-year-old German man who had died of heart failure. He lived a regular life until the age of 50 when he lost his job and became an alcoholic. He had donated his body and his family had also consented to the autopsy going forwards.
Initially, it was a bit shocking to see the nude, deceased body. It had been dead since March so there was a bit of discolouration and some bruising around the face from when he died and fell over.
The professor seems like an oddball. I think he truly loves his work and wants people to learn. He uses the media to benefit his cause.
As the incisions began, the discomfort wore off and it really turned into a science lesson of anatomy. It was sensational, it wasn’t gory and it wasn’t art. It was a scientific process. As one of the professor’s present stressed “Autopsy’s are done for the living”. It’s done to learn and help prevent disease in the living.
It was fascinating and I do feel I learned from the experience. I did have a few fleeting thoughts about the corpse- he once walked, talked, ate, had sex, had children, had a job and now he was dead and being examined. I think what disturbed people about autopsies is t hat this is our future. We will all have our turn at the morticians. We will all die.
There was a sweet smell of chemicals in the airs and a hint of something else. The men conducting the autopsy came very close to splattering Gavin and me with stuff, which would have made me run screaming from the auditorium with or without Channel 4 cameras following me.
We had a very up-close view of the removal of the skull and brains. This part was not televised, which was a shame. I was a bit disconcerted by the drilling open of the skull but I became used it. Gavin wondered if the assistant doing it had botched it up but in the end it seemed fine. The skull was opened and the brains taken out. Gavin and I could see straight into the empty cavity, which was much deeper than I thought it was. I was just amased that this thing could control all our functions.
After the break, the organs were sliced and examined. It was established that his heart was enlarged. His lungs were infected and also showed signs of tuberculosis. The liver was large but not abnormal. He had stones in his gallbladder, which Professor von Hagens brought up to me and others to see them up close inside the gallbladder.
After all was done and sampled taken for the labs, they replaced the organs and started to stitch up the body, which concluded the autopsy. A lot of people had left at this point, and I’m afraid to say they left because once all the organs were out they probably thought it was boring. I think a few people that left at the beginning did leave because they were disturbed but my general feeling was that most people were interested in what was going on and a bit excited about being part of “historical” moment.
I later watched what was shown on Channel 4, which I found a disgrace. 3 hours of footage where widdled down to 30 minutes plus a ridiculous commentary by the “expert” speakers who didn’t seem to be at the same event as me. That trivialised the process and made it entertainment, not what Professor von Hagens did.
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
How Do they Know She's in Hell? The Guardian investigates The News of the World's contacts.
One can only suppose that the devil and his infernal publicity people struck some sort of deal with News International whereby the News of the World got the story exclusively, presumably in exchange for a large sum of money or, perhaps, a bunch of subeditorial souls.
One can only suppose that the devil and his infernal publicity people struck some sort of deal with News International whereby the News of the World got the story exclusively, presumably in exchange for a large sum of money or, perhaps, a bunch of subeditorial souls.
It's Andreea! I'm not sure how long this picture will be on the Suede website but if it says something about a porn star then it's Andreea. She's not really into porn though. At least I dont' think she is....
What Is Misogyny? by a regular guy.
although misogynists try to control women, they are ironically dependent on women for validation in front of other men and society. This dependence is disempowering and only adds to the anger and resentment misogynists feel towards women.....It should also be pointed out that in addition to hurting women, misogyny also hurts men. By objectifying women, men are also objectifying themselves. Dating and sex becomes a contest as misogynists try to achieve high degrees of "success" with women, with success being defined as receiving attention from the most desirable women. Emotions are repressed, personal growth is stunted and true intimacy becomes impossible.
And you people wonder why I rather go to gay clubs? Or do perhaps gay men also play a role in this, like who has the best fag hag etc?
although misogynists try to control women, they are ironically dependent on women for validation in front of other men and society. This dependence is disempowering and only adds to the anger and resentment misogynists feel towards women.....It should also be pointed out that in addition to hurting women, misogyny also hurts men. By objectifying women, men are also objectifying themselves. Dating and sex becomes a contest as misogynists try to achieve high degrees of "success" with women, with success being defined as receiving attention from the most desirable women. Emotions are repressed, personal growth is stunted and true intimacy becomes impossible.
And you people wonder why I rather go to gay clubs? Or do perhaps gay men also play a role in this, like who has the best fag hag etc?
Tosca
People managed to convince me that going to see Tosca at the English National Opera was a good idea. Vanessa, being employed there, gave Peter and me a ticket to the dress rehersal last night. The previous night Vanessa and I ran into Simon, who told me it was most enjoyable.
I should have really known better from my previous opera experienes but I always felt like I should like it more than I actually do. Opera guilt.
Pete and I took our seats. Happily, Lottie and Emanuel were there next to us and Lotti proclaimed Tosca as her favourite opera. I sat happily on my seat and admired the ENO with it's curves, marble and blue.
The curtains went up and I managed to keep my eyes open for about 10 minutes. I think I spent more time on the ENO's website (which is really rather good!) than awake at the performance. There wasn't anything wrong with the production, I just could not take it seriously nor did I find it particularly comical (Tosca is a drama). I found it silly.
I woke up at the end of the first act (out of 3) and decided I could not bare the two remaining hours so I went home and bonded with my telly and Tori Amos cds.
People managed to convince me that going to see Tosca at the English National Opera was a good idea. Vanessa, being employed there, gave Peter and me a ticket to the dress rehersal last night. The previous night Vanessa and I ran into Simon, who told me it was most enjoyable.
I should have really known better from my previous opera experienes but I always felt like I should like it more than I actually do. Opera guilt.
Pete and I took our seats. Happily, Lottie and Emanuel were there next to us and Lotti proclaimed Tosca as her favourite opera. I sat happily on my seat and admired the ENO with it's curves, marble and blue.
The curtains went up and I managed to keep my eyes open for about 10 minutes. I think I spent more time on the ENO's website (which is really rather good!) than awake at the performance. There wasn't anything wrong with the production, I just could not take it seriously nor did I find it particularly comical (Tosca is a drama). I found it silly.
I woke up at the end of the first act (out of 3) and decided I could not bare the two remaining hours so I went home and bonded with my telly and Tori Amos cds.
Monday, November 18, 2002
We're all going to DIE!
Or not.
Apparently there's a threat of a gas attack on the underground...but hang on..
Experts say any attack involving poison gas on a Tube would cause massive chaos, though would probably mean few fatalities because the Tube is well ventilated.
ok, so only a few of us are going to die. Phew....
They also warn that you stay inside until the gas is gone. Now, if you are trapped in the underground, how will you know when the gas has gone away?
In the event of an attack, the best thing to do is to stay inside, completely sealed off from outside air, and wait for the poison to disperse.
The advice might include leaving the scene of the incident quickly, or not taking deep breaths.
Right then...run away, stay put, don't breathe, and get used to it because we don't know where the fuckers from Al Qaeda are...got it. I am so reassured.
Or not.
Apparently there's a threat of a gas attack on the underground...but hang on..
Experts say any attack involving poison gas on a Tube would cause massive chaos, though would probably mean few fatalities because the Tube is well ventilated.
ok, so only a few of us are going to die. Phew....
They also warn that you stay inside until the gas is gone. Now, if you are trapped in the underground, how will you know when the gas has gone away?
In the event of an attack, the best thing to do is to stay inside, completely sealed off from outside air, and wait for the poison to disperse.
The advice might include leaving the scene of the incident quickly, or not taking deep breaths.
Right then...run away, stay put, don't breathe, and get used to it because we don't know where the fuckers from Al Qaeda are...got it. I am so reassured.
Vanessa took me to the ICA yesterday to see their exhibit Extra Art. It's a collection of promotional items from art shows such as invitations, posters and other adverts. It was very interesting and I wanted to go and make invitations and silly cards but instead we went to the bar and ate.
The ICA bar is wicked. It's relaxed and hip without being trendy- if that makes sense. They had a DJ that played an eclectic mix and yummy food. Simon and Francis where there and they joined us for a drink and some good chatting. I drank too much coffee though...
The ICA bar is wicked. It's relaxed and hip without being trendy- if that makes sense. They had a DJ that played an eclectic mix and yummy food. Simon and Francis where there and they joined us for a drink and some good chatting. I drank too much coffee though...
What's Your Celebrity Style?You scored 70% Glamour Queen
Like Catherine Zeta Jones, Jennifer Lopez and Charlize Theron, you're not afraid to turn heads. You respect the rules that made Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe the icons they are: Keep the lipstick dark, the eyes mysterious and the clothes gorgeous - and never let 'em see you in sweats. Your friends are inspired by your sense of drama and romance, and your biggest style challenge is living a life as sexy and self-assured as your wardrobe. Glamour is not dead, it's alive and well and living in your closet. Sound like an exaggeration? Maybe you're a glamour girl at heart whose daily uniform is a low-key turtleneck or a gray flannel suit. Whatever you wear, as Catherine, Jennifer and Charlize demonstrate, true glamour is less about ball gowns than regal bearing and a confident demeanor - and you have that in abundance.
Your Must-Haves: Tall leather boots, anything red, gorgeous jewelry and at least one knock-'em-dead silk dress
Your Classic Movies: Cleopatra, The Seven Year Itch, Gilda
Other Celebrity Style Inspirations: Lucy Liu, Rita Hayworth, Sophia Loren
I'm just amused because I AM wearing a low-key black turtle neck...
Like Catherine Zeta Jones, Jennifer Lopez and Charlize Theron, you're not afraid to turn heads. You respect the rules that made Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe the icons they are: Keep the lipstick dark, the eyes mysterious and the clothes gorgeous - and never let 'em see you in sweats. Your friends are inspired by your sense of drama and romance, and your biggest style challenge is living a life as sexy and self-assured as your wardrobe. Glamour is not dead, it's alive and well and living in your closet. Sound like an exaggeration? Maybe you're a glamour girl at heart whose daily uniform is a low-key turtleneck or a gray flannel suit. Whatever you wear, as Catherine, Jennifer and Charlize demonstrate, true glamour is less about ball gowns than regal bearing and a confident demeanor - and you have that in abundance.
Your Must-Haves: Tall leather boots, anything red, gorgeous jewelry and at least one knock-'em-dead silk dress
Your Classic Movies: Cleopatra, The Seven Year Itch, Gilda
Other Celebrity Style Inspirations: Lucy Liu, Rita Hayworth, Sophia Loren
I'm just amused because I AM wearing a low-key black turtle neck...
Saturday, November 16, 2002
I have to say...the re-opening of miss-shapes all went seriously pear-shaped last night.
I went with Gavin. Darian unexpectedly showed up (thanks for telling me hun- here I was thinking he was having a quiet night in with the boyfriend and didn't want to disturb him) wankered off his tits. Very very drunk. He danced around, we had a play fight, he couldn't focus on the pinball machine yet somehow managed to dance well.
The night worked much better than I expected at the Ghetto. A good deal of the regulars turned up along with a alot of new people. The music had more of an edge and it had the naughtiness of being out on a week night.
The Big Bonus was the apparence of Lloyd and Khalid with Stevie B! I was ecstatic to see them as I had been longing for them earlier in the evening. Khalid was off his nut and shared some of it with me. Hurrah! I had a nice chat with Stevie and Lloyd made new friends.
Eventually we went home. We missed our stop cause I couldn't rouse Darian from his deep sleep on the bus but we made home alright. He took his shoes of in London Fields because they hurt only to put them back on because the ground was wet and cold. He had to wake up in a few hours but he went online and declared everyone a dick head. Then he ate pizza. Went to bed. Came back to collect comic books. Went back upstairs.
I woke up at 9am. uh-oh. I hadn't heard him leave the house. I checked and the chain was still on the door. OH shit. His door was closed. I knocked. And knocked. He didn't answer. I had to work through my fear of opening the door and finding him sprawled naked on the bed before I stepped into his room. It was fine, he was covered. I called his name a few times before shouting "It's NINE in the morning!". He said "Oh shit!".
I went back to bed.
I went with Gavin. Darian unexpectedly showed up (thanks for telling me hun- here I was thinking he was having a quiet night in with the boyfriend and didn't want to disturb him) wankered off his tits. Very very drunk. He danced around, we had a play fight, he couldn't focus on the pinball machine yet somehow managed to dance well.
The night worked much better than I expected at the Ghetto. A good deal of the regulars turned up along with a alot of new people. The music had more of an edge and it had the naughtiness of being out on a week night.
The Big Bonus was the apparence of Lloyd and Khalid with Stevie B! I was ecstatic to see them as I had been longing for them earlier in the evening. Khalid was off his nut and shared some of it with me. Hurrah! I had a nice chat with Stevie and Lloyd made new friends.
Eventually we went home. We missed our stop cause I couldn't rouse Darian from his deep sleep on the bus but we made home alright. He took his shoes of in London Fields because they hurt only to put them back on because the ground was wet and cold. He had to wake up in a few hours but he went online and declared everyone a dick head. Then he ate pizza. Went to bed. Came back to collect comic books. Went back upstairs.
I woke up at 9am. uh-oh. I hadn't heard him leave the house. I checked and the chain was still on the door. OH shit. His door was closed. I knocked. And knocked. He didn't answer. I had to work through my fear of opening the door and finding him sprawled naked on the bed before I stepped into his room. It was fine, he was covered. I called his name a few times before shouting "It's NINE in the morning!". He said "Oh shit!".
I went back to bed.
Thursday, November 14, 2002
The past couple of weeks have been strange but good.
They’re not strange in that they are bizarre. Just different. Being unemployed can be quite interesting. It used to be that I would find it hard to get out of bed and spend the entire day doing nothing or riding public transport across the city just to get out.
It’s been different this time. Well, this week it’s been hard to get out of bed but otherwise its been alright. I look forward to getting up and sitting in the sunny living room. I like to stare at the garden. I spend about 2 hours a day job hunting. I even like sweeping the parquet floor. I discovered that one of our bushes is in fact an enormous rosemary plant.
I love strolling through London Fields and yesterday I discovered Broadway Market with it’s cute little shops and trendy bars/cafes. I feel very serene here and I realised that my immediate space is very important to my state of mind (which, as Bunny can testify, can be wobbly at the best of times). I’m just glad to be here.
BUT WE HAVE TO GET RID OF THE NEIGHBOURS. If I wake up one more time with the sound of them seemingly trying to drill through my wall I’m going over there with the stake knife.
They’re not strange in that they are bizarre. Just different. Being unemployed can be quite interesting. It used to be that I would find it hard to get out of bed and spend the entire day doing nothing or riding public transport across the city just to get out.
It’s been different this time. Well, this week it’s been hard to get out of bed but otherwise its been alright. I look forward to getting up and sitting in the sunny living room. I like to stare at the garden. I spend about 2 hours a day job hunting. I even like sweeping the parquet floor. I discovered that one of our bushes is in fact an enormous rosemary plant.
I love strolling through London Fields and yesterday I discovered Broadway Market with it’s cute little shops and trendy bars/cafes. I feel very serene here and I realised that my immediate space is very important to my state of mind (which, as Bunny can testify, can be wobbly at the best of times). I’m just glad to be here.
BUT WE HAVE TO GET RID OF THE NEIGHBOURS. If I wake up one more time with the sound of them seemingly trying to drill through my wall I’m going over there with the stake knife.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAD SIDE
It was one year ago today that I first started my website. I was unemployed and depressed in a new flat. I find myself under similar circumstances a year on. The only difference is that I'm not depressed. I feel optimistic and I love my new home- I think the two are related.
When I first started the site I had no idea what I was doing. I could not link or import an image. I had the time to type of long-winded stories about my social life. It's amazing how so much has changed and how much remains the same.
Anyway, before I ramble on philisophicall, I'll just say Cheers to everyone for contributing and reading on!
It was one year ago today that I first started my website. I was unemployed and depressed in a new flat. I find myself under similar circumstances a year on. The only difference is that I'm not depressed. I feel optimistic and I love my new home- I think the two are related.
When I first started the site I had no idea what I was doing. I could not link or import an image. I had the time to type of long-winded stories about my social life. It's amazing how so much has changed and how much remains the same.
Anyway, before I ramble on philisophicall, I'll just say Cheers to everyone for contributing and reading on!
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
There's a site called Found Magazine that collects other people's mementos that have been found out in the streets and parks across the globe. Photographs, letters and tapes. It works because you have gossip with a little bit of mystery attached. Why is that letter on the street? What happened afterwards? What happened before? Who are they writing too? Some of them are quite intimate others a bit silly but all very entertaining.
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
I have been neglecting my website lately, sorry guys.
I’ve been spending my time online doing the job search thing. It’s amazing how long you spend just applying for a handful of jobs.
What have I been up to?
Well, Darian took me to see Phantom of the Opera last Tuesday. It’s one of those things I’ve been wanting to see for over a decade now and at last I’ve seen it! It was worth the wait. It is superior to most of the shows I’ve seen over the past 2 years. I think it’s rivaled only by Art or Les Mis. The free wine was really nice, too.
We had our house warming party on Friday. It all went seriously pair shaped. A good deal of people came and went but a group of about 10 stayed quite late (Lloyd and Khalid stayed ‘til 7am!).The cocktails were great but the narcotics were better and it was one of the nicest parties I’ve ever been to. The only casualty was the couch, which lost another leg. The only problem is that I left my brain there….
Saturday night I went to see Michael Moore at the Roundhouse. He was absolutely brilliant and extremely thought provoking. Some of it was scary, some of it was very funny and it was all intelligent. He rang Iraq and got their side of the story, he ordered pizza for the winner of Stomp the Yank, he told his life story and inspired everyone by showing how even as a lard ass you can make a difference in the world. Thoroughly enjoyable. And let’s not forget making a lot of fun of George W Bush (who “stole the White House”).
On Sunday I went ‘round to Vanessa’s for dinner. The twist was that Peter was coming to! I hadn’t seen him since January when he and Canadian David moved to Toronto. It was just amazing to see him again. He was so excited to be back that his head seemed close to exploding. Also at the dinner were Meagan, Claire, Jane and Richard.
We later went to a bar, just Pete, Vanessa and I and had some great chats. I was still a bit shattered from Friday night and drinking too much tea before dinner so I was a space case, unfortunately. But he’s coming for dinner on Wednesday and it will be fantastic!
Why does feminist have to be a dirty word?
The article is from Miss Denmark who dropped out of the Miss World Pageant in protest of Nigeria, the host country, sentencing a woman to death for having sex outside marriage. It is a good stance but she then completely destroys her ground by insisting she is not a feminist. OH PLEASE. It's not a dirty word. It doesn't make you psychotic. It doesn't make you anti-man. It doesn't may you gay. It doesn't make you burn your bra. Feminism is simply the belief that women are entitled to the same opportunities as men. It's fairly simple, really and not a particularly dirty demand.
The article is from Miss Denmark who dropped out of the Miss World Pageant in protest of Nigeria, the host country, sentencing a woman to death for having sex outside marriage. It is a good stance but she then completely destroys her ground by insisting she is not a feminist. OH PLEASE. It's not a dirty word. It doesn't make you psychotic. It doesn't make you anti-man. It doesn't may you gay. It doesn't make you burn your bra. Feminism is simply the belief that women are entitled to the same opportunities as men. It's fairly simple, really and not a particularly dirty demand.
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Monday, November 04, 2002
Where Am I?
The weekend turned into a legendary mess.
I met the gang at Sahara Nights on Friday night. It was a night of reunions; Mary, Luke and Chris L were in from out of town. After mingling and celebrating half of us went to Fiction.
Rumor had it that the night had been spoilt by obnoxious straight people but it seemed utterly unchanged since I was there last in February.
It was awesome to be there again with the entire gang. It’d been over a year since we were all there together. David, Albert, Chris, Lloyd, Khalid and Darian. It was great. My first pill took me for a bit of a ride (Buddha) and made me feel like a tonne of bricks. I followed it with a smiley, which made me feel much better. After being stuck on my ass for a while I managed to dance in the dark room until it shut.
When that finished we were herded into the funky room, which was just too fluffy after being in the tribal room all night.
The lights went up about 5:45 am. Lloyd, Khalid and new found friend Marcus and I were still off our nut so we headed to Walthamstow to continue our debauchery.
A bizarre morning ensued. Khalid was the ocean and our hands were made of rubber. I made it home by 11am and slept until 4pm when I was rudely awoken by a strange unidentified noise. I still don’t know what it was. I must learn how to end an entry….
End of an Era
Miss-shapes has come to an end as we know it. After Liquid Lounge turned into Sahara Nights and consequently tackier and unfriendly the popstarz crew decided to jump ship and move the night to Ghetto on Thursdays. Well, it just won’t be the same. What will we do now on a Saturday?
It couldn’t go without a final bash and it went with a bang. Andreea joined me for this night out. A lot of the regulars where there and it was fantastic. Mary, Lorraine and Julia were there in top form. Ryan, Bif, Karin, Gavin, Lloyd, Khalid, Marcus and Pedram were just of the few people there.
I was still buzzing from the night before but there was a bit of mother’s little helper going ‘round. I went to a cubicle to cut up a line when the alarm when off. I ran out of the loo and realised it was the fire alarm and nothing to do with hidden cameras in the toilets. Paranoia, see, drugs are bad.
The club was beyond capacity and very hot but that didn’t stop us from having a great time. The music was great and people were smiling at each other as they made the most of what little time they had left of Miss-shapes.
Khalid got the bullet out and it all went light and fluffy. Mary was having a fantastic new experience and couldn’t stop gushing about it.
The club was open until 4 am and it was indeed a marvelous end to Miss-shapes.
Even the bus ride home was great. Andreea came home with me and I love being on the same night bus route as the boys! Going home is no longer such a boring drag but an occasion to discuss the nights.
The weekend turned into a legendary mess.
I met the gang at Sahara Nights on Friday night. It was a night of reunions; Mary, Luke and Chris L were in from out of town. After mingling and celebrating half of us went to Fiction.
Rumor had it that the night had been spoilt by obnoxious straight people but it seemed utterly unchanged since I was there last in February.
It was awesome to be there again with the entire gang. It’d been over a year since we were all there together. David, Albert, Chris, Lloyd, Khalid and Darian. It was great. My first pill took me for a bit of a ride (Buddha) and made me feel like a tonne of bricks. I followed it with a smiley, which made me feel much better. After being stuck on my ass for a while I managed to dance in the dark room until it shut.
When that finished we were herded into the funky room, which was just too fluffy after being in the tribal room all night.
The lights went up about 5:45 am. Lloyd, Khalid and new found friend Marcus and I were still off our nut so we headed to Walthamstow to continue our debauchery.
A bizarre morning ensued. Khalid was the ocean and our hands were made of rubber. I made it home by 11am and slept until 4pm when I was rudely awoken by a strange unidentified noise. I still don’t know what it was. I must learn how to end an entry….
End of an Era
Miss-shapes has come to an end as we know it. After Liquid Lounge turned into Sahara Nights and consequently tackier and unfriendly the popstarz crew decided to jump ship and move the night to Ghetto on Thursdays. Well, it just won’t be the same. What will we do now on a Saturday?
It couldn’t go without a final bash and it went with a bang. Andreea joined me for this night out. A lot of the regulars where there and it was fantastic. Mary, Lorraine and Julia were there in top form. Ryan, Bif, Karin, Gavin, Lloyd, Khalid, Marcus and Pedram were just of the few people there.
I was still buzzing from the night before but there was a bit of mother’s little helper going ‘round. I went to a cubicle to cut up a line when the alarm when off. I ran out of the loo and realised it was the fire alarm and nothing to do with hidden cameras in the toilets. Paranoia, see, drugs are bad.
The club was beyond capacity and very hot but that didn’t stop us from having a great time. The music was great and people were smiling at each other as they made the most of what little time they had left of Miss-shapes.
Khalid got the bullet out and it all went light and fluffy. Mary was having a fantastic new experience and couldn’t stop gushing about it.
The club was open until 4 am and it was indeed a marvelous end to Miss-shapes.
Even the bus ride home was great. Andreea came home with me and I love being on the same night bus route as the boys! Going home is no longer such a boring drag but an occasion to discuss the nights.
Friday, November 01, 2002
Halloween
The Halloween do all went wrong yet ever so right.
By 9PM everyone had cancelled except David, Albert and Lorraine. We didn't really care. We sat and ate all the candy. Albert decided he was starving so he ordered two Pizzas, which ended up being a trial by fire. The man answering the phone didn't seem to understand English. Albert gave the address out about 5 times and the order about 7 before the man understood him.
We were going to watch Halloween but when I put the film in it didn't start. Then I noticed that the lead from the VCR to the TV was missing. A casualty of the move on Saturday. We searched in vain and then decided to just sit, eat the pizza, tell scary stories and play with my tarot deck. I put the Dracula soundtrack on and itIt turned into a really nice, slightly spooky evening.
The Halloween do all went wrong yet ever so right.
By 9PM everyone had cancelled except David, Albert and Lorraine. We didn't really care. We sat and ate all the candy. Albert decided he was starving so he ordered two Pizzas, which ended up being a trial by fire. The man answering the phone didn't seem to understand English. Albert gave the address out about 5 times and the order about 7 before the man understood him.
We were going to watch Halloween but when I put the film in it didn't start. Then I noticed that the lead from the VCR to the TV was missing. A casualty of the move on Saturday. We searched in vain and then decided to just sit, eat the pizza, tell scary stories and play with my tarot deck. I put the Dracula soundtrack on and itIt turned into a really nice, slightly spooky evening.
