Pete may turn out to be a Diary Room ranter. They screened a funny turn yesterday where he flew into a blind panic as he has never packed and unpacked a suitcase in his life. He feared that he would not be able to find his clothes without his boy friend there. I thought that they only let you have one? He got over it quickly enough and apologised for being ridiculous. As far as I can tell he’s holding his own over the repulsive coat, even though there was a kangaroo court over it. We don’t know the outcome yet. Despite the excesses of his plastic surgery he appears to have the most basic and rational arguments for everything. I should imagine that these were formed and developed while growing up a little different in Liverpool (I think). He’s been holding court and has apparently never had so many people tell him that’s he’s beautiful.
After a full nights sleep, Jodie’s lip liner is still apparent. It appears that she goes to bed fully made up.
Maggot looks deathly pale this morning. Goldie Looking Chains are notorious puffers and I’m sure that Maggot must be missing his king size Rizla.
Pete is drinking his tea through a straw.
Michael keeps singing Pete’s hit song. I fear a re-release. But I’m sure there would be competition for the Number 1 slot from Chantelle’s release 'I Want It Right Now'.
Dennis can now bring himself to sit next to Tracy and talk to her. Well, he doesn’t actually talk, he mumbles. And he mumbles at the speed of Mohammed Ali and as low in pitch as Marlon Brando. Jimbob, what does that make him?
Rula, a red head, not a ginge (xx) has committed another crime. Yesterday she covered her red hair with a black wig. I have found no rational explanation for this yet and I hope that one comes my way soon as I do like her. She talks a lot of sense and feels the same way about energy as me. She has great legs too and is beautiful first thing in the morning. She uses jimbob’s chant and has been joined by Jodie this morning. Jodie is prepared to try anything to find inner peace, apart from actually not going out wearing just 2 belts for a top.
Preston has LOVE and HATE tattooed on his toes in a tribute to Robert Mitchum in ‘Night of the Hunter’. He is not scary, not in the least.
Pete is hysterical. There’s a big debate going on about his coat. Rula tried to diffuse the situation by crying out “bananas are 15p each, how many shall we get”. Pete “I need bananas for my coat”. I know it’s a serious issue but he can see there will be no resolution. Tracy has entered with a blinder, do fruit and vegetables have feelings? Michael just wants everyone to love each other. George highlighted the plight of sweat shop workers. Jodie wants to sit there and laugh. Pete wants to Jodie bait. So far there have been no tears.
Tracy is beautiful, fit and my funny! She’s growing on me a little, although I prefer her when she’s being herself rather than when she’s with the girls. It’s gets a little hormonal then. Yesterday morning she had trouble sleeping and noticed that it was snowing. This was a first for her as she lives in Malibu. She was so excited that she woke Michael as she had to tell someone (grrrr). He is 53, it was 5am and took it as well but I would have slapped her myself as she looked at him and said “You look like hell”.
THE TASK
Chantelle : Hmmm, she read/sang the lyrics. She forgot most of the words. She sounded BAD.
Michael : took us back to Germany 40 years ago and came up with a composite character based on Adolf Hitler and Frank Spencer. It was alwight I suppose.
Rula : Thank goodness that there was a reason for her black wig, she was doing a scene as Lady Macbeth. Phew.
Preston : He was good. It’s a great pop tune.
Tracy : She had to do a slow motion Baywatch run. At 37 she looked stunning.
Pete : Got all the house mates hand clapping. Can’t quite reach the high notes anymore but he didn’t try. He’s not ashamed. He really enjoyed performing.
Chantelle really enjoyed performing and I think she really believes that she is now a pop star. They say that house can do strange things to you. She thinks that they all believe her too and that they enjoyed the song. Jodi didn’t and doesn’t and told Preston and Maggot. They squirmed and Preston looked like he really regretted having ever said a word. She leaves tonight if they don’t believe her, as she will have failed the task. I think they all like her, will cotton on and then she’ll stay. Hurray.
Hmm, Rula and George don’t believe Chantelle’s a pop star.
Oh no, they had to rank themselves in order of how famous they are.
Hurrah, those lovely boys of pop put themselves in the last 2 positions so have saved Chantelle from the axe. Fario is going to be roasted for delusions of grandeur. Stick her in a Tesco queue in a cardy and no one would recognise her.
Downside, as she was told her fate by Big Brother they were watching. She's won them over with a beautiful speech.
Te he. Big Brother asked her for her autograph. “Oh no, I ent got an autograph”. Classic.
Jodie don't look happy. Birds!!!
SHE’S A CELEBRITY GET HER OUT OF THERE!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
day 3
Tracy asked Michael if he is related to the US Barrymores. As far as I’m aware this is not his real name. He chose it in an Educating Rita fashion and thus like Rita, it’s the height of pretension and he’s perhaps destined to a certain fate too. He’s not alwight.
Pete told Preston that he reminds him of a young Morrissey. Preston didn’t know if this is a good or a bad thing until Pete said “but you’re much better looking”. Preston is trying to be a voice of reason in a brewing war between Pete and Jodie. Pete has said nothing that unreasonable but Jodie’s bird reactions are making him feel heartless. I hope he don’t go changing. There’s a rumour that his coat is made of gorilla fur. He has cats, so I hope that his back catalogue is as healthy as he says it is.
There’s a competition going on to see if anyone can stare Pete out. Barrymore’s giving it a good shot. I’m not sure if this is a good thing to prove that he can do in front of the British public, this being a trial for him and all.
Looks like some of you don’t know who Goldie Looking Chain are, so here’s a gem. They’re famous for dedicating a performance of “Your Missus is a Nutter” to David Beckham. They have another well know-ish song called “Guns Don’t Kill People Rappers Do”.
Pretty damn dull tonight. I am enjoying the live coverage more.
There was a quiz yesterday. This was one of the questions.
Who is reported to have said that Jodie Marsh’s tits are like saggy spaniels ears? Michael, the quizmaster, cruelly repeated it.
Jodie’s done herself up like a kipper. Michael has admitted to being in rehab 8 times but he gets no sympathy from her, as she believes that people who are in rehab have apparently done it to themselves. She wants to change her life by being on Big Brother. She’s sick of people calling her a stupid slag when they pass her on the street. Oh dear, how much sympathy can she expect with an attitude like that? Yet she does expect sympathy and has been in tears with Dennis the predator too. He told her straight “you can’t keeping breaking down anytime anyone says something nasty about you”. “I’m not breaking down” she said wiping tears from her eyes. I feel that she could have chosen a confidant more wisely. Dennis thinks that all the housemates need therapy and can only remember 2 names Traci and Maggot.
They’ve all been pretty up front with their agendas, apart from Pete and Michael has not kept us in suspense. He has told the nation that he’s not guilty of anything other than stupidity, ie leaving the scene of the crime. Do we believe a man who fooled his wife every day for 18 (I think) years of marriage?
Faria wants to change her life too. Big Brother is her chance to show the public what she’s really like. In her defence she has slagged off “the English” who can “f**k off” if they believe what was in the News of the World. So now we know the real her and not just what we read in the paper. Case closed, she can be evicted now right?
Preston has smelt a rat. He doubts that Chantelle is a struggling musician. Being an up-front guy he confessed to her. She has managed to temporarily persuade him that it’s all true and she has sworn on her mother’s life that she is in a girl band. I bet she won’t be happy with that. Let’s she what happens tomorrow when the Housemates have to show each other why they're famous. Dennis will have to spin a ball and dunk a few baskets; Preston, Maggot and Pete get to sing some songs; Rula's going to do a bit of acting, and Michael has to do a funny turn. Traci, meanwhile, has to brave the crazy English snow to do some slow-mo running in a bikini. Faria, George, and Jodie have to give 90-second speeches explaining why they're famous. Chantelle will be treating us to the international debut of "I Want It Right Now".
Poor Chantelle has to remember a whole song, 3 song titles, 4 other band members, an old band name and the name of a Japanese shampoo company that used their song. She ain’t ‘appy.
Pete told Preston that he reminds him of a young Morrissey. Preston didn’t know if this is a good or a bad thing until Pete said “but you’re much better looking”. Preston is trying to be a voice of reason in a brewing war between Pete and Jodie. Pete has said nothing that unreasonable but Jodie’s bird reactions are making him feel heartless. I hope he don’t go changing. There’s a rumour that his coat is made of gorilla fur. He has cats, so I hope that his back catalogue is as healthy as he says it is.
There’s a competition going on to see if anyone can stare Pete out. Barrymore’s giving it a good shot. I’m not sure if this is a good thing to prove that he can do in front of the British public, this being a trial for him and all.
Looks like some of you don’t know who Goldie Looking Chain are, so here’s a gem. They’re famous for dedicating a performance of “Your Missus is a Nutter” to David Beckham. They have another well know-ish song called “Guns Don’t Kill People Rappers Do”.
Pretty damn dull tonight. I am enjoying the live coverage more.
There was a quiz yesterday. This was one of the questions.
Who is reported to have said that Jodie Marsh’s tits are like saggy spaniels ears? Michael, the quizmaster, cruelly repeated it.
Jodie’s done herself up like a kipper. Michael has admitted to being in rehab 8 times but he gets no sympathy from her, as she believes that people who are in rehab have apparently done it to themselves. She wants to change her life by being on Big Brother. She’s sick of people calling her a stupid slag when they pass her on the street. Oh dear, how much sympathy can she expect with an attitude like that? Yet she does expect sympathy and has been in tears with Dennis the predator too. He told her straight “you can’t keeping breaking down anytime anyone says something nasty about you”. “I’m not breaking down” she said wiping tears from her eyes. I feel that she could have chosen a confidant more wisely. Dennis thinks that all the housemates need therapy and can only remember 2 names Traci and Maggot.
They’ve all been pretty up front with their agendas, apart from Pete and Michael has not kept us in suspense. He has told the nation that he’s not guilty of anything other than stupidity, ie leaving the scene of the crime. Do we believe a man who fooled his wife every day for 18 (I think) years of marriage?
Faria wants to change her life too. Big Brother is her chance to show the public what she’s really like. In her defence she has slagged off “the English” who can “f**k off” if they believe what was in the News of the World. So now we know the real her and not just what we read in the paper. Case closed, she can be evicted now right?
Preston has smelt a rat. He doubts that Chantelle is a struggling musician. Being an up-front guy he confessed to her. She has managed to temporarily persuade him that it’s all true and she has sworn on her mother’s life that she is in a girl band. I bet she won’t be happy with that. Let’s she what happens tomorrow when the Housemates have to show each other why they're famous. Dennis will have to spin a ball and dunk a few baskets; Preston, Maggot and Pete get to sing some songs; Rula's going to do a bit of acting, and Michael has to do a funny turn. Traci, meanwhile, has to brave the crazy English snow to do some slow-mo running in a bikini. Faria, George, and Jodie have to give 90-second speeches explaining why they're famous. Chantelle will be treating us to the international debut of "I Want It Right Now".
Poor Chantelle has to remember a whole song, 3 song titles, 4 other band members, an old band name and the name of a Japanese shampoo company that used their song. She ain’t ‘appy.
Friday, January 06, 2006
celebrity big brother for the ex-pats
It’s back, Celebrity Big Brother and knowing that it’s also a guilty pleasure of the sharkster’s I will attempt a running review. I can’t do it every night cos it’ll eat into my reading time too much so the local community bloggers may need to contribute too. If you can stand to admit out loud that you watch too.
The first surprise is the inclusion of Michael Barrymore, our very own bargain basement Michael Jackson. By these standards we should expect Gary Glitter or John Leslie to feature soon. The man is very unstable and they want him to do a Les Dennis. We’ll see. By all accounts he made an early start by getting up very early to clown around on his own in front of the cameras. There was a lovely moment though when the young lad from the Ordinary Boys (Boys will be Boysssss) came into the house and he said hello to everyone apart from Barrymore to whom he said “alwight’.
The second surprise is that one of the contestants in not a ‘celebrity’. Chantelle, a promotions girl from Essex has to fool them all that she is in a successful girl band called Kandy Floss, with a K. However, according to all the silly press today it would appear that she IS a celebrity in comparison to Faria, famous in a Rebecca Loos way, for sleeping with Sven. I cannot wait for Urika’s column in the NOTW this weekend. Anyway, Chantelle has done Page 3 and is a professional Paris Hilton look-a-likey. I think she could fool all of them, apart from the 2 band members, the singer from the Ordinary Boys and Maggot from Goldie Looking Chains, or “who” as they have all been saying. She won’t know the lingo, 1st support on, get-in, sound check, tour support, transit van, microphone etc. Plus if they ask her what venues she’s played, she’s stuffed. Faria must think it’s her mission to fool the others as she told everyone that she was mainly doing TV work right now. Classic.
Rula Lenska represents red heads in the house and she’s already blown it with me by calling herself eccentric. It’s not something you say you are, it’s just what you are.
Carmen Electra (not in the house) was a bridesmaid at Tracy Bingham’s wedding. She’s a bird, sorry actress, from Bay Watch. So we can expect fireworks with Dennis Rodman who was married to Carmen for 5 minutes. I didn’t know he is a transvestite! Will he swap clothes with Pete Burns? Dennis looked gutted to see Tracy and was extremely rude to her on entry, pnar. They obviously have a history.
Jodie Marsh, a vegetarian, made it known that’s she’s going to be involved in a PETA campaign soon. Pete Burns came clean as a fur wearer immediately so I’m sure that she will probably see the contract cancelled before it begins in as serious of furious rows with Pete. You just know she’ll be an irrational bird about it all in a series of furious rows that will end in her tears. I hope to god she doesn’t take her clothes off. Will she dare next to a Baywatch model/actress?
Chantelle is shaping up to be a regular Jade Goody. She did not know what a gynaecologist is. She suspects that Jodie Marsh recognises her. Maggot is making doe eyes at Chantelle but she fancies Denis as he once went out with Madonna. He plied her with booze and they have held hands and I heard a whisper about a session in the loo, although this was from a woman who he says he has spurned twice. Denis told Tracy that she has hit on him twice. She doesn’t remember and said that she doesn’t drink much anymore. The man’s a predator. Maggot, meanwhile, is nervous that Michael will try it on. Jodie fancies Preston. Preston is following Pete likes he's his beatchh. Boys will be boys indeed. Preston has a girl friend in real life, not a boy friend.
George Galloway looks promising. I was really looking forward to Boy George being on the show and I am disappointed that he’s not. I suspect it’s because Pete Burns is on. Pete mysteriously revealed that he is on the show for a reason. I suspect that this onion has quite a few layers. I think that he will be the best value for money and I would not like to be on the wrong side of him. We were shown pictures of Pete’s surgery gone wrong. He’s literally had his top lip sewn together after it spun right out of control.
It’s going to be a good one. Already we have high emotions mixed with alcohol and tired celebrities. Jodie’s already played the bird card. Pete Burns told her he doesn’t like her tits and she’s crying, telling everyone about it, trying to driving wedges between people, saying “it’s not easy being me” and "are you on my side'. Boo hoo hoo. Jodie objects to Faria’s route to fame. Bizarre given that all she has is a media profile built on belts, cellulite, bad boob and a bad nose job.
Michael Barrymore now does serious 'acting' in the theatre and snores. Michael Barrymore pretended he knew who Chantelle is. He got a fantastic response from the British public on arrival, you just can't depend on them.
The first surprise is the inclusion of Michael Barrymore, our very own bargain basement Michael Jackson. By these standards we should expect Gary Glitter or John Leslie to feature soon. The man is very unstable and they want him to do a Les Dennis. We’ll see. By all accounts he made an early start by getting up very early to clown around on his own in front of the cameras. There was a lovely moment though when the young lad from the Ordinary Boys (Boys will be Boysssss) came into the house and he said hello to everyone apart from Barrymore to whom he said “alwight’.
The second surprise is that one of the contestants in not a ‘celebrity’. Chantelle, a promotions girl from Essex has to fool them all that she is in a successful girl band called Kandy Floss, with a K. However, according to all the silly press today it would appear that she IS a celebrity in comparison to Faria, famous in a Rebecca Loos way, for sleeping with Sven. I cannot wait for Urika’s column in the NOTW this weekend. Anyway, Chantelle has done Page 3 and is a professional Paris Hilton look-a-likey. I think she could fool all of them, apart from the 2 band members, the singer from the Ordinary Boys and Maggot from Goldie Looking Chains, or “who” as they have all been saying. She won’t know the lingo, 1st support on, get-in, sound check, tour support, transit van, microphone etc. Plus if they ask her what venues she’s played, she’s stuffed. Faria must think it’s her mission to fool the others as she told everyone that she was mainly doing TV work right now. Classic.
Rula Lenska represents red heads in the house and she’s already blown it with me by calling herself eccentric. It’s not something you say you are, it’s just what you are.
Carmen Electra (not in the house) was a bridesmaid at Tracy Bingham’s wedding. She’s a bird, sorry actress, from Bay Watch. So we can expect fireworks with Dennis Rodman who was married to Carmen for 5 minutes. I didn’t know he is a transvestite! Will he swap clothes with Pete Burns? Dennis looked gutted to see Tracy and was extremely rude to her on entry, pnar. They obviously have a history.
Jodie Marsh, a vegetarian, made it known that’s she’s going to be involved in a PETA campaign soon. Pete Burns came clean as a fur wearer immediately so I’m sure that she will probably see the contract cancelled before it begins in as serious of furious rows with Pete. You just know she’ll be an irrational bird about it all in a series of furious rows that will end in her tears. I hope to god she doesn’t take her clothes off. Will she dare next to a Baywatch model/actress?
Chantelle is shaping up to be a regular Jade Goody. She did not know what a gynaecologist is. She suspects that Jodie Marsh recognises her. Maggot is making doe eyes at Chantelle but she fancies Denis as he once went out with Madonna. He plied her with booze and they have held hands and I heard a whisper about a session in the loo, although this was from a woman who he says he has spurned twice. Denis told Tracy that she has hit on him twice. She doesn’t remember and said that she doesn’t drink much anymore. The man’s a predator. Maggot, meanwhile, is nervous that Michael will try it on. Jodie fancies Preston. Preston is following Pete likes he's his beatchh. Boys will be boys indeed. Preston has a girl friend in real life, not a boy friend.
George Galloway looks promising. I was really looking forward to Boy George being on the show and I am disappointed that he’s not. I suspect it’s because Pete Burns is on. Pete mysteriously revealed that he is on the show for a reason. I suspect that this onion has quite a few layers. I think that he will be the best value for money and I would not like to be on the wrong side of him. We were shown pictures of Pete’s surgery gone wrong. He’s literally had his top lip sewn together after it spun right out of control.
It’s going to be a good one. Already we have high emotions mixed with alcohol and tired celebrities. Jodie’s already played the bird card. Pete Burns told her he doesn’t like her tits and she’s crying, telling everyone about it, trying to driving wedges between people, saying “it’s not easy being me” and "are you on my side'. Boo hoo hoo. Jodie objects to Faria’s route to fame. Bizarre given that all she has is a media profile built on belts, cellulite, bad boob and a bad nose job.
Michael Barrymore now does serious 'acting' in the theatre and snores. Michael Barrymore pretended he knew who Chantelle is. He got a fantastic response from the British public on arrival, you just can't depend on them.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
my daemon is
Your HARE DAEMON represents your passive,
kindhearted, and honorable nature. Though you
are occasionally shy with new people, friends
admire your unshakable tranquility, even in the
face of chaos.
What Animal Would Your Daemon Settle As?
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Thanks Catster
PS I see it!
Monday, January 02, 2006
2 days in
Tonight feels like the night before going back to school as I potter around the flat making sure that everything’s ship shape and that I have some clean clothes for tomorrow. And like school holidays, I can say that I really enjoyed myself over the break. I think it’s been my best Christmas holiday ever. I’ve also got a week off in a couple of weeks and I have 2 more weeks to take before the end of March. I’m seriously considering jumping on a plane to somewhere sunny with a couple of paperbacks and my watercolours. I’ve never taken this step to combat SAD but I’ve also never been aware of how much I love the sun and clear blue skies. Very tempting.
I started reintegrating myself back into society yesterday with a duck banquet at catster’s (all’s in order there shark) that left me a bloated and yawning wreck as I had not eaten such rich and gorgeous rich since Christmas Day. Yum. I picked up a couple of culinary tips too. I also discovered that I’d previously met one of her flatmates at this year’s Glastonbury. Neither of us had recalled this at first due to being in festival condition at the time. Small world eh.
Catster gave me an absolutely brilliant present for Christmas, a plot of land just above and to the left Copernicus on the Moon. I have deeds and everything. I shall be watching Richard’s Branson’s maiden voyage with even more interest now as I can charge rent if he lands where x marks the spot. It’s only 2 days since a new moon so I am even more excited about it waxing than normal as I believe that I’ll be able to see my plot’s district with the naked eye.
Further reintegration occurred today with a trip to my parents. Sowing begins in 2 weeks and we are starting with cabbages. How exciting.
I started reintegrating myself back into society yesterday with a duck banquet at catster’s (all’s in order there shark) that left me a bloated and yawning wreck as I had not eaten such rich and gorgeous rich since Christmas Day. Yum. I picked up a couple of culinary tips too. I also discovered that I’d previously met one of her flatmates at this year’s Glastonbury. Neither of us had recalled this at first due to being in festival condition at the time. Small world eh.
Catster gave me an absolutely brilliant present for Christmas, a plot of land just above and to the left Copernicus on the Moon. I have deeds and everything. I shall be watching Richard’s Branson’s maiden voyage with even more interest now as I can charge rent if he lands where x marks the spot. It’s only 2 days since a new moon so I am even more excited about it waxing than normal as I believe that I’ll be able to see my plot’s district with the naked eye.
Further reintegration occurred today with a trip to my parents. Sowing begins in 2 weeks and we are starting with cabbages. How exciting.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
a controlled experiment
My first New Year’s Eve Alone (by choice blog people)
6.15 TH for supplies, vodka, mixers and fags.
Observations : A man on the next block is decorating his bedroom . A new Indian restaurant opened tonight and they have balloons outside. I saw a man clutching a can of Tenants Pils while sexily (?) gyrating a road crash barrier. Man opposite is in.
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts sent : 1
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts received : 1
6.30 Vodka 1
6.50 No one of interest is registered on Friends Reunited from my Primary School, Secondary School or University.
6.57 Very scary DON'T DO DRUGS adverts on the radio.
7.00 Vodka 2. While in the kitchen I luckily convinced myself that now is not the time to install my roller blind as a power tool is required.
7.20 Self gratifying Happy New Year emails sent : 1
Self gratifying Happy New Year emails received : 0
Transferred to CD
7.35 Grauniad crossword, hmm, which use to be free on line. Stuck, 12 down New World Ostrich, 4 letters R_ _ A.
7.50 Vodka 3 and I am already regretting the tally, something I have never done before. Have lit the coal fire. I don’t have enough coal to last the night and I am not expecting any New Year revellers. Jimbob isn’t that normally your duty?
8.20 !!! (chk chk chk) have livened up proceedings and I just had a little dance.
8.35 Vodka 4 only. Shuffling the cards.
Heart Felt Happy New Year texts sent : 1
8.40 Heart Felt Happy New Year texts (hopefully) received : 1 plus an invite to dinner - result
Heart Felt Happy New Year emails sent : 1
Heart Felt Happy New Year emails received : 0
8.56 Heart Felt Happy New Year texts (hopefully) received : 2
All the way from New Zealand - I'd forgotten that I'd texted the WB
9.35 Hurrah a clear sky and Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, is clearly visible!!!!!
9.40 Heart Felt Happy New Year emails (hopefully) received : 1
9.50 Justin playing now. Phoar
10.05 Post my 2005 review, working title "I Love Life and Life Loves Me'
I enter 2006 very happily, for I am finally close to fulfilling an ambition that I have aspired to for a few years now. When I was young my parents never ever let me get away with wailing “I’m bored”. Over the years of course I was left unsupervised and found myself wailing this loudly many many times. The biggest influence of my adult life, He Who Cannot be Named, had a very low tolerance of the said phrase too and simply could not understand how I could be bored. Wanting to cure myself of this terrible ailment, I gathered some role models: father, brother and He Who Cannot Be Named ( all my absolute heroes) and after studying them all I realised how similar we all are in character. Once I saw this I came to understand that ‘dabbling’, as my father puts it, is my destiny and then the hobbies and interests simply found me. And now I am proudly dumb founded and cannot understand when people tell me that they are bored. I've found inspiration from the people around me and from the brilliant characters in the books that I am now devouring. In particular the absolutely mad as a brush women and the brave rites of passage kid characters, all of who seem to have otherworldly powers and connections with spirits and super human strength of character. Yum. Like them I can now keep myself happily occupied for days on end, although that’s the extent of my heroic characteristics.
NEW ENTRY STUFF
My first home grown tomato
I made a wonderful new friend in Sadie. I love walking her by the canal at work. Who could resist?
While out jogging I learnt how beautiful life and the park are at 7.30am. Mornings are now my favourite time of the day.
Arts & Crafts are responsible for my favourite moment of the year, the night I saved a planet, or is it a star? In the fervent 6 weekends of preparation for the kid’s room at the shark & TH’s wedding (which I thoroughly enjoyed), I prematurely burst the balloon acting as the basis for the papier-mâché moon. Luckily I had a spare balloon and together Perry and I donned our super hero personas and simply rebuilt the satellite from its inner core. We swore that we would never forget. I wonder if he has.
FANTASY FOOTBALL
We’ve slumped to a shameful 8th position. Having once been in 4th place, in real life we would be sacked by now. I can’t even bare to tell you how many points behind we are. Not a highlight. QPR, however, are stable at 13th in the Championship and we’ve just won 2 games in a row. It’s not Holloway’s fault that he’s got no money and we don’t want to be too ambitious only 2 seasons into our promotion. I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t been to a match this season.
BLOGGING
I’ve always wanted to write a diary but somehow I never got around to it. While I remain intimidated by the shark’s fantastic prose I am also motivated by her distance and by my desire to keep the ex-pats up-to-date with the day-to-day activities of life in their spiritual home HH.
CONTINUED FROM 2004
DIY
Sadly I did not do enough. Although I did manage to give the hallway a second coat of paint, a staggering18 months after the first coat. I think that removing the grout, regrouting and then painting the tiles in the bathroom, an unpleasant 3 day job, was an over kill for me.
NIGHT SKY
Although I kept a track of the major planetary movements I learnt nothing new. There were no trips to the coast and very few night time excursions to the park. My Binoculars have a layer of dust on them. Rubbish. I will try harder.
BEST PURCHASES
My own computer
Binoculars
Digital Camera
Beginners Painting Course
Bike
OUTSIDE INFLUENCES
FAVOURITE ALBUM : Joint favourites : Arcade Fire ‘Funeral’ & Kate Bush ‘Aerial’
FAVOURITE SINGLE : Joint favourites Madonna ‘Hung Up on You’ & Magic Numbers 'Forever Lost'
FAVOURITE VIDEO : Sigur Ros ‘Glosoli’. Go to the Media Player here to see it, it’s lovely.
GIG OF THE YEAR : M83 supporting The Secret Machines at the Electric Ballroom
EVENT OF THE YEAR : Goes without saying...the shark & TH's wedding.
FOOTBALL MATCH OF THE YEAR : Liverpool’s win over AC Milan. Bet Peely loved it.
2006 RAH RAH RAH
In no particular order here’s what I want to do:
Learn to fly my kite (I mean it this time)
Paint a good sunset by the sea
Make rainbows
Help Daddy in the allotment – pretty soon I too will smile at the rain and say “great for the spuds”
Find more barmy women and loners that I can relate to in books
More camping
The remainder of my aspirations rest of my getting a garden:
Learning more about the night sky
Attracting wild life
Get some bird tables and a bird birth
Being in my garden from 8am every Saturday and Sunday morning
So, I have discovered more and more things that I enjoy doing every day. Pretty soon I will have to give up work as there will not be enough hours in the day.
10.20 Inspired by myself (hurrah) I watched the video to Sigur Ros ‘Glosoli’. Do it kids.
10.25 Inspired by DJ Boyo I play 'Supernature' by Cerrone, a song that I did not know I owned until he DJed round here
10.35 Vodka 5 only
11.15 I am feeling so cosmopolitan as good cheer travels to me all the way from New York, Barbados and New Zealand. London and Berlin come on. Happy New Year at 4pm does not count.
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts received : 2
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts sent/returned : 2
11.50 I get in there first and call my Mummy. I love Mummy & Daddy
MIDNIGHT - HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS
12.01 Hurrah - just won a Blog of the Year award!!!!!!
12.15 Cancelled all that counting stuff due to being overly sentimental myself
12.30 Mental barmy tracks going on on xfm
01.00 I'M STILL HERE......
01.30 Vodka 6 only, this is so embarassing
01.45 James Hyman on xfm is rocking
I wonder just how much longer I will last.
There’s only 1 bit of coal left. Jimbob has changed, in the old days he would have been straight round.
Do I go out and buy more coal? Hmmmm.
02.15 It's raining outside and getting chilly in here. I'd best prepare for a trip to the garage for coal. Still no sign of jimbob!
02.20 Crazy Horses on the radio. Wicked tune
2.55 I’m back with coal and batteries for my new digital camera which I may amuse myself with for a while. It wasn’t pretty out there. A 24 hour garage on New Year’s Eve @3am. You can just imagine the calibre of customer and attendant. He's always really really rude. I wished him a Happy New Year but I don’t think it carried any weight. A small bit of comedy value on the way back when a middle aged gentleman walked into 3 wheely bins in a row. In an effort to get out of their path he crossed the pavement, directly into the path of a lamppost.
I only saw 1 party going on.
Oh oh the DJs changed. No one wants Indy flipping guitar and wingeing now.
Really.
Keane, he played Keane - he had to go.
4am I'm watching "Koyaanisqatsi'. Wow.
6.15 TH for supplies, vodka, mixers and fags.
Observations : A man on the next block is decorating his bedroom . A new Indian restaurant opened tonight and they have balloons outside. I saw a man clutching a can of Tenants Pils while sexily (?) gyrating a road crash barrier. Man opposite is in.
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts sent : 1
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts received : 1
6.30 Vodka 1
6.50 No one of interest is registered on Friends Reunited from my Primary School, Secondary School or University.
6.57 Very scary DON'T DO DRUGS adverts on the radio.
7.00 Vodka 2. While in the kitchen I luckily convinced myself that now is not the time to install my roller blind as a power tool is required.
7.20 Self gratifying Happy New Year emails sent : 1
Self gratifying Happy New Year emails received : 0
Transferred to CD
7.35 Grauniad crossword, hmm, which use to be free on line. Stuck, 12 down New World Ostrich, 4 letters R_ _ A.
7.50 Vodka 3 and I am already regretting the tally, something I have never done before. Have lit the coal fire. I don’t have enough coal to last the night and I am not expecting any New Year revellers. Jimbob isn’t that normally your duty?
8.20 !!! (chk chk chk) have livened up proceedings and I just had a little dance.
8.35 Vodka 4 only. Shuffling the cards.
Heart Felt Happy New Year texts sent : 1
8.40 Heart Felt Happy New Year texts (hopefully) received : 1 plus an invite to dinner - result
Heart Felt Happy New Year emails sent : 1
Heart Felt Happy New Year emails received : 0
8.56 Heart Felt Happy New Year texts (hopefully) received : 2
All the way from New Zealand - I'd forgotten that I'd texted the WB
9.35 Hurrah a clear sky and Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, is clearly visible!!!!!
9.40 Heart Felt Happy New Year emails (hopefully) received : 1
9.50 Justin playing now. Phoar
10.05 Post my 2005 review, working title "I Love Life and Life Loves Me'
I enter 2006 very happily, for I am finally close to fulfilling an ambition that I have aspired to for a few years now. When I was young my parents never ever let me get away with wailing “I’m bored”. Over the years of course I was left unsupervised and found myself wailing this loudly many many times. The biggest influence of my adult life, He Who Cannot be Named, had a very low tolerance of the said phrase too and simply could not understand how I could be bored. Wanting to cure myself of this terrible ailment, I gathered some role models: father, brother and He Who Cannot Be Named ( all my absolute heroes) and after studying them all I realised how similar we all are in character. Once I saw this I came to understand that ‘dabbling’, as my father puts it, is my destiny and then the hobbies and interests simply found me. And now I am proudly dumb founded and cannot understand when people tell me that they are bored. I've found inspiration from the people around me and from the brilliant characters in the books that I am now devouring. In particular the absolutely mad as a brush women and the brave rites of passage kid characters, all of who seem to have otherworldly powers and connections with spirits and super human strength of character. Yum. Like them I can now keep myself happily occupied for days on end, although that’s the extent of my heroic characteristics.
NEW ENTRY STUFF
My first home grown tomato
I made a wonderful new friend in Sadie. I love walking her by the canal at work. Who could resist?
While out jogging I learnt how beautiful life and the park are at 7.30am. Mornings are now my favourite time of the day.
Arts & Crafts are responsible for my favourite moment of the year, the night I saved a planet, or is it a star? In the fervent 6 weekends of preparation for the kid’s room at the shark & TH’s wedding (which I thoroughly enjoyed), I prematurely burst the balloon acting as the basis for the papier-mâché moon. Luckily I had a spare balloon and together Perry and I donned our super hero personas and simply rebuilt the satellite from its inner core. We swore that we would never forget. I wonder if he has.
FANTASY FOOTBALL
We’ve slumped to a shameful 8th position. Having once been in 4th place, in real life we would be sacked by now. I can’t even bare to tell you how many points behind we are. Not a highlight. QPR, however, are stable at 13th in the Championship and we’ve just won 2 games in a row. It’s not Holloway’s fault that he’s got no money and we don’t want to be too ambitious only 2 seasons into our promotion. I’m ashamed to say that I haven’t been to a match this season.
BLOGGING
I’ve always wanted to write a diary but somehow I never got around to it. While I remain intimidated by the shark’s fantastic prose I am also motivated by her distance and by my desire to keep the ex-pats up-to-date with the day-to-day activities of life in their spiritual home HH.
CONTINUED FROM 2004
DIY
Sadly I did not do enough. Although I did manage to give the hallway a second coat of paint, a staggering18 months after the first coat. I think that removing the grout, regrouting and then painting the tiles in the bathroom, an unpleasant 3 day job, was an over kill for me.
NIGHT SKY
Although I kept a track of the major planetary movements I learnt nothing new. There were no trips to the coast and very few night time excursions to the park. My Binoculars have a layer of dust on them. Rubbish. I will try harder.
BEST PURCHASES
My own computer
Binoculars
Digital Camera
Beginners Painting Course
Bike
OUTSIDE INFLUENCES
FAVOURITE ALBUM : Joint favourites : Arcade Fire ‘Funeral’ & Kate Bush ‘Aerial’
FAVOURITE SINGLE : Joint favourites Madonna ‘Hung Up on You’ & Magic Numbers 'Forever Lost'
FAVOURITE VIDEO : Sigur Ros ‘Glosoli’. Go to the Media Player here to see it, it’s lovely.
GIG OF THE YEAR : M83 supporting The Secret Machines at the Electric Ballroom
EVENT OF THE YEAR : Goes without saying...the shark & TH's wedding.
FOOTBALL MATCH OF THE YEAR : Liverpool’s win over AC Milan. Bet Peely loved it.
2006 RAH RAH RAH
In no particular order here’s what I want to do:
Learn to fly my kite (I mean it this time)
Paint a good sunset by the sea
Make rainbows
Help Daddy in the allotment – pretty soon I too will smile at the rain and say “great for the spuds”
Find more barmy women and loners that I can relate to in books
More camping
The remainder of my aspirations rest of my getting a garden:
Learning more about the night sky
Attracting wild life
Get some bird tables and a bird birth
Being in my garden from 8am every Saturday and Sunday morning
So, I have discovered more and more things that I enjoy doing every day. Pretty soon I will have to give up work as there will not be enough hours in the day.
10.20 Inspired by myself (hurrah) I watched the video to Sigur Ros ‘Glosoli’. Do it kids.
10.25 Inspired by DJ Boyo I play 'Supernature' by Cerrone, a song that I did not know I owned until he DJed round here
10.35 Vodka 5 only
11.15 I am feeling so cosmopolitan as good cheer travels to me all the way from New York, Barbados and New Zealand. London and Berlin come on. Happy New Year at 4pm does not count.
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts received : 2
Self gratifying Happy New Year texts sent/returned : 2
11.50 I get in there first and call my Mummy. I love Mummy & Daddy
MIDNIGHT - HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS
12.01 Hurrah - just won a Blog of the Year award!!!!!!
12.15 Cancelled all that counting stuff due to being overly sentimental myself
12.30 Mental barmy tracks going on on xfm
01.00 I'M STILL HERE......
01.30 Vodka 6 only, this is so embarassing
01.45 James Hyman on xfm is rocking
I wonder just how much longer I will last.
There’s only 1 bit of coal left. Jimbob has changed, in the old days he would have been straight round.
Do I go out and buy more coal? Hmmmm.
02.15 It's raining outside and getting chilly in here. I'd best prepare for a trip to the garage for coal. Still no sign of jimbob!
02.20 Crazy Horses on the radio. Wicked tune
2.55 I’m back with coal and batteries for my new digital camera which I may amuse myself with for a while. It wasn’t pretty out there. A 24 hour garage on New Year’s Eve @3am. You can just imagine the calibre of customer and attendant. He's always really really rude. I wished him a Happy New Year but I don’t think it carried any weight. A small bit of comedy value on the way back when a middle aged gentleman walked into 3 wheely bins in a row. In an effort to get out of their path he crossed the pavement, directly into the path of a lamppost.
I only saw 1 party going on.
Oh oh the DJs changed. No one wants Indy flipping guitar and wingeing now.
Really.
Keane, he played Keane - he had to go.
4am I'm watching "Koyaanisqatsi'. Wow.
cos you’re all at it, peer pressure
Today is a New Moon day. Just lately this has been corresponding with my own cycle leaving me more than a little barmy since Boxing Day. This madness continues until my cycle gradually moves away from the New Moon towards the Full Moon. Then my barminess coincides with the Full Moon. Get it? This leaves me easily distracted today and I cannot retain a thought in my head for long. I just went out without my gloves for god’s sake. I only managed about 60 pages of my new book today. Kafka, at 15, is a little too young to fall in love with, so I remain in love with Esteban Trueba despite his appalling crimes to humanity. So, while easily distracted :::
A. FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:
1. Event and Festival Co-Ordinator
2. Assistant Manager of a music venue
3. For a bank
4. Saturday Assistant in habitat
B. FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:
1. Lord of the Rings Series
2. The Ballroom of Romance
3. Shrek
4. Calamity Jane
C. FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:
1. London
2. Sheffield
3. tbc
4. tbc
D. FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:
1. Coronation Street
2. Curb Your Enthusiasm
3. Soccer Saturday Sky Sports News
4. Any Bill Oddie bird or nature programme
E. FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION:
1. New York
2. LA
3. Lake Garda
4. Whitstable
F. FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:
1. News
2. I'm not ashamed
3. Football
4. Moon
G. FOUR OF YOUR ALL-TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS:
1. Oyster Hut, Whitstable Harbour
2. Olleys
3. 3 Monkeys
4. Bakers at Glastonbury Festival
H. FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Mummy’s roast chicken
2. Thai lemon grass spare ribs
3. My home cooked pasta
4. My Balsamic tomato salad
I. FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
1. V Festival, 2001
2. New Year’s Eve 2001
3. Whitstable, Summer 2002
4. Mogwai, Glastonbury Festival 2003
J. FOUR THINGS YOU FIND YOURSELF SAYING
NEW ENTRY Always learning
2. Mars / Jupiter / Sirius, whatever's in the sky
3. Wicked
4. I’m horrible, I know
A. FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:
1. Event and Festival Co-Ordinator
2. Assistant Manager of a music venue
3. For a bank
4. Saturday Assistant in habitat
B. FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:
1. Lord of the Rings Series
2. The Ballroom of Romance
3. Shrek
4. Calamity Jane
C. FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:
1. London
2. Sheffield
3. tbc
4. tbc
D. FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:
1. Coronation Street
2. Curb Your Enthusiasm
3. Soccer Saturday Sky Sports News
4. Any Bill Oddie bird or nature programme
E. FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION:
1. New York
2. LA
3. Lake Garda
4. Whitstable
F. FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY:
1. News
2. I'm not ashamed
3. Football
4. Moon
G. FOUR OF YOUR ALL-TIME FAVORITE RESTAURANTS:
1. Oyster Hut, Whitstable Harbour
2. Olleys
3. 3 Monkeys
4. Bakers at Glastonbury Festival
H. FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS:
1. Mummy’s roast chicken
2. Thai lemon grass spare ribs
3. My home cooked pasta
4. My Balsamic tomato salad
I. FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW:
1. V Festival, 2001
2. New Year’s Eve 2001
3. Whitstable, Summer 2002
4. Mogwai, Glastonbury Festival 2003
J. FOUR THINGS YOU FIND YOURSELF SAYING
NEW ENTRY Always learning
2. Mars / Jupiter / Sirius, whatever's in the sky
3. Wicked
4. I’m horrible, I know
a ha ha
My 2 favourite boys are in Berlin for the New Year, the land of debauchery itself. I’m very glad I stayed put right now and I've had to stifle a few titters as they both got to bed at 11am and are still waiting for some sleep. And it’s not even Midnight yet.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
aha
I spent some more time with Daddy today fine-tuning the TV installation plans. This time we drew diagrams and spent about 15 minutes planning, before he had an aha moment, and he suddenly declared that as my DVD does not record, the installation that I did myself in 15 minutes is all I actually need. To my shame I then realised that the reason I had no sound from the VHS and DVD when he asked me to check (I had called him proudly on installation as I had done it all by myself) was because the TV was on mute as I was on the phone to him at the time. Shameful.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
daddy’s little girl
I’m back in position after a flurry of Ferrero Rosser and Baileys and judging by the lack of blog activity it looks like everyone is having, like me, a very chilled one. I spent yesterday playing worms in front of my coal fire. A game of strategy and planning, it’s one of my favourite ways to occasionally spend a wasted afternoon, though I rarely have the time these days. And I am totally stuck into the latest edition of book club ‘The House of the Spirits’. I have fallen 100% for the most dastardly of characters. I haven’t felt this way for such a fiend since Heathcliffe. He’s melted this ice maiden.
It snowed earlier and the snow settled……for about 3 minutes. It created quite a stir in the back garden. Once it stopped the garden was awash with squirrels, black birds and all variety of tits foraging for food in the grass. Somehow the birdies have all completely missed the bird seed that I hung up quite some time ago. Bird watching is a game of patience and so I persevere. It’s quite a different story in my Mummy’s back garden with all sorts feeding at her bird table and bath. I spent some quality fag time out there over Christmas and even saw some goldfinch! The sound of bird song filled the garden and it was so peaceful that I am now totally committed to getting a garden after decorating here. I’ve also convinced my Daddy that I am totally serious about helping him in the allotment this year. From February most of my weekends will revolve around painting class and sowing and planting tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, onions, cabbages and whatever else we fancy. I’m more than a little embarrassed that I’ve missed out on at least 6 or 7 years of this. Still, the skills will now remain in the family. I cannot wait to start and it all helps towards my romantic notion of a hippy future.
The snow was fun but really I’ve been praying for sun so that I can try out my most fantastic Christmas pressie from the shark, a solar powered Rainbow Maker. I love whoever invented this and of course the shark for associating me with rainbows. We saw one from her kitchen in HH once and it made us giddy as kids. Te he. I cannot wait to read her Christmas blog to see what she got from TH and whether or not Mrs N will feature.
I am now also the proud owner of a 21 inch flat screen telly which I insisted on installing myself despite the fear of god that Daddy put into me. He spent the whole of Christmas Day giving me installation tips, and building a more and more elaborate system in his head until eventually we arrived at a system whereby I need 2 splitters, 2 aerial leads and 2 more Scart leads. I have pictures now from all outlets but no sound from the DVD and VHS. Still, from trying I understand the basic principles and I will give it another shot tomorrow. I’ve no plans to leave the house again today and have all the essentials in, ie Twiglets, Diet Coke and fags. Besides, I need at least 4 hours spare to install my new universal remote from big bro. It doesn’t recognise my TV so I will have to tune it in manually. The booklet advises patience, as there are 150 possible combinations. Bah hah, pooh, humbug. Why do all my new hobbies and gadgets require patience, which no one thought to get me for Christmas. Still, a lack of TV is no loss today as I can barely stand to watch at the moment. All the commercial terrestrial channels are showing the most appalling give up smoking ads. Pah!
Back to my pottering.
It snowed earlier and the snow settled……for about 3 minutes. It created quite a stir in the back garden. Once it stopped the garden was awash with squirrels, black birds and all variety of tits foraging for food in the grass. Somehow the birdies have all completely missed the bird seed that I hung up quite some time ago. Bird watching is a game of patience and so I persevere. It’s quite a different story in my Mummy’s back garden with all sorts feeding at her bird table and bath. I spent some quality fag time out there over Christmas and even saw some goldfinch! The sound of bird song filled the garden and it was so peaceful that I am now totally committed to getting a garden after decorating here. I’ve also convinced my Daddy that I am totally serious about helping him in the allotment this year. From February most of my weekends will revolve around painting class and sowing and planting tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, onions, cabbages and whatever else we fancy. I’m more than a little embarrassed that I’ve missed out on at least 6 or 7 years of this. Still, the skills will now remain in the family. I cannot wait to start and it all helps towards my romantic notion of a hippy future.
The snow was fun but really I’ve been praying for sun so that I can try out my most fantastic Christmas pressie from the shark, a solar powered Rainbow Maker. I love whoever invented this and of course the shark for associating me with rainbows. We saw one from her kitchen in HH once and it made us giddy as kids. Te he. I cannot wait to read her Christmas blog to see what she got from TH and whether or not Mrs N will feature.
I am now also the proud owner of a 21 inch flat screen telly which I insisted on installing myself despite the fear of god that Daddy put into me. He spent the whole of Christmas Day giving me installation tips, and building a more and more elaborate system in his head until eventually we arrived at a system whereby I need 2 splitters, 2 aerial leads and 2 more Scart leads. I have pictures now from all outlets but no sound from the DVD and VHS. Still, from trying I understand the basic principles and I will give it another shot tomorrow. I’ve no plans to leave the house again today and have all the essentials in, ie Twiglets, Diet Coke and fags. Besides, I need at least 4 hours spare to install my new universal remote from big bro. It doesn’t recognise my TV so I will have to tune it in manually. The booklet advises patience, as there are 150 possible combinations. Bah hah, pooh, humbug. Why do all my new hobbies and gadgets require patience, which no one thought to get me for Christmas. Still, a lack of TV is no loss today as I can barely stand to watch at the moment. All the commercial terrestrial channels are showing the most appalling give up smoking ads. Pah!
Back to my pottering.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
hh on christmas eve
My most peaceful Christmas Eve ever.
Happy Christmas all.
xxx
PS This is an Early Learning Centre photo. They can only improve.
Friday, December 23, 2005
cos i'm counting the days
Thursday, December 22, 2005
thursday already?
The week began with an unscheduled chilli feast at the Catster’s where I bored her rigid with talk of agents (yum, my favourite people) and the live music industry. It was all in aid of her SJ application, another secret in her complicated web of intrigue. Ssshh.
Tuesday took a on totally unpredictable shape. Like Jimbob we are winding down at work and the WB felt like bunking off and suggested a card session down the pub. I logged off my computer immediately as this has never happened before, well not at 3pm in the afternoon and I grabbed DJ Boyo. Cards are better with 3 OK. We played all sorts and I realized how much I miss Perry, my old card partner. Fortunately for me my hollow legs were functioning at top level and I fully recall the evening as something resembling:
Illegal gambling in the pub where I introduced the term ‘poker face’ to DJ Boyo and explained that grimacing when you see what card you’ve just picked up is bad. I recall saying “don’t show me your cards” a lot until the very last game when I openly cheated.
WB left around 8.15 I think
Me: “It’s only 8.30…Let’s go back to mine to play more cards. Blah blah”
8.31: DJ Boyo settles a hefty £80 bar bill and I popped to the offy to stock up on vodka and mixers
9.00ish The Disco rope lights are activated. The DJ in DJ Boyo is activated. The disco glitter ball and spotlight are activated. We danced in the Living Room Discothèque until I finally had to admit defeat and retire. For the benefit of the sharkster I should say that there was no funny business. We had a bloody marvelous night though but I don’t think it was a wooing situation. He did invite me to Berlin for NYE’s today though but I think it’s because another bad influence colleague backed out of the trip. Tempting but I can’t see it happening at all.
Although the night before had left me in such a good mood that I bought a Santa hat on the way to work and wore it for most of the day (with my huge grin) I was also very tired for my only actually scheduled event of the week. The Old Boss, his missus and the Foetus (as he calls the bump) were passing through town and hosting drinks in Hampstead. It seems that scans are very advanced these days and I was shown 3 close up portraits of the living thing that looks like an Alien. Its OK, they said it too. No eyes yet you see, just skull.
The only thing I did wrong, apart from yawn too much, was slightly miss time my stitches story. My scab fell off just as The Old Boss was tucking into Welsh Rarebit and The Missus into sausages. I told him all about my new hobbies and he is very proud, which of course means the world to me. It was a lovely evening and I was pleased to see them so happily married after 3 or 4 years. Ah. I was also pleased when his jet lag digged in at 10ish and I was able to flee to my bed for a much-needed 8-hour kip.
Tonight on the couch with my tea has been bliss although the deactivated Living Room Discothèque is still in a shocking mess. The coal fire and the whole room need to be cleaned, the ashtrays are full and my entire CD collection is on the floor. Everything’s in the wrong place! I have no clean clothes left to wear and my hair was due to be washed on Tuesday. I’m definitely staying in everyday for a month now!
Tuesday took a on totally unpredictable shape. Like Jimbob we are winding down at work and the WB felt like bunking off and suggested a card session down the pub. I logged off my computer immediately as this has never happened before, well not at 3pm in the afternoon and I grabbed DJ Boyo. Cards are better with 3 OK. We played all sorts and I realized how much I miss Perry, my old card partner. Fortunately for me my hollow legs were functioning at top level and I fully recall the evening as something resembling:
Illegal gambling in the pub where I introduced the term ‘poker face’ to DJ Boyo and explained that grimacing when you see what card you’ve just picked up is bad. I recall saying “don’t show me your cards” a lot until the very last game when I openly cheated.
WB left around 8.15 I think
Me: “It’s only 8.30…Let’s go back to mine to play more cards. Blah blah”
8.31: DJ Boyo settles a hefty £80 bar bill and I popped to the offy to stock up on vodka and mixers
9.00ish The Disco rope lights are activated. The DJ in DJ Boyo is activated. The disco glitter ball and spotlight are activated. We danced in the Living Room Discothèque until I finally had to admit defeat and retire. For the benefit of the sharkster I should say that there was no funny business. We had a bloody marvelous night though but I don’t think it was a wooing situation. He did invite me to Berlin for NYE’s today though but I think it’s because another bad influence colleague backed out of the trip. Tempting but I can’t see it happening at all.
Although the night before had left me in such a good mood that I bought a Santa hat on the way to work and wore it for most of the day (with my huge grin) I was also very tired for my only actually scheduled event of the week. The Old Boss, his missus and the Foetus (as he calls the bump) were passing through town and hosting drinks in Hampstead. It seems that scans are very advanced these days and I was shown 3 close up portraits of the living thing that looks like an Alien. Its OK, they said it too. No eyes yet you see, just skull.
The only thing I did wrong, apart from yawn too much, was slightly miss time my stitches story. My scab fell off just as The Old Boss was tucking into Welsh Rarebit and The Missus into sausages. I told him all about my new hobbies and he is very proud, which of course means the world to me. It was a lovely evening and I was pleased to see them so happily married after 3 or 4 years. Ah. I was also pleased when his jet lag digged in at 10ish and I was able to flee to my bed for a much-needed 8-hour kip.
Tonight on the couch with my tea has been bliss although the deactivated Living Room Discothèque is still in a shocking mess. The coal fire and the whole room need to be cleaned, the ashtrays are full and my entire CD collection is on the floor. Everything’s in the wrong place! I have no clean clothes left to wear and my hair was due to be washed on Tuesday. I’m definitely staying in everyday for a month now!
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
is it christmas yet?
Funny old place the sbc. I wouldn’t know anyone here without it. I saw the Vixen and catster, Lady Janey and the Unbearded One this week and next week I have my own reunion with the Old Boss in town. Ah.
Miss you too sharkster.
Back to me. I’m very excited. The Christmas shopping was done in 1 ½ hours today and the trip ended in a surprise and spontaneous trip to see Harry Potter. My first present. I got a text mid-shop and before I realised that I was wearing what I jogged in this morning, I was supping a skinny latte in Leicester Square.
I’ve just wrapped everything and the flat looks very pretty and very purple.
PS The tall man opposite has put Christmas tree lights up in his window. Over and out.
Miss you too sharkster.
Back to me. I’m very excited. The Christmas shopping was done in 1 ½ hours today and the trip ended in a surprise and spontaneous trip to see Harry Potter. My first present. I got a text mid-shop and before I realised that I was wearing what I jogged in this morning, I was supping a skinny latte in Leicester Square.
I’ve just wrapped everything and the flat looks very pretty and very purple.
PS The tall man opposite has put Christmas tree lights up in his window. Over and out.
Friday, December 16, 2005
ouch
I’ve just returned from an early evening with lisalemontree. On her arrival I told her that I have stopped using the Laydee shoulder bag that I bought in Madrid as it has given me a bad (bad!) back. Straight away she could tell me exactly where the pain is, how much it hurts and she actually gave me 2 exercises to get rid of it. “Oh yeah, I have that all the time.” !!! Whereas I have changed back to my old nike ruck sack, she is prepared to go with this intolerable pain every day. Laydees, you are a mystery to me.
oh yes
I have just bought camera. It arrives on Monday.
Maybe then I will be able to post pictures the right way up.
Maybe then I will be able to post pictures the right way up.
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