shewho: (gin cat)
weds
to the alwyne for [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran's birthday drinks. head over straight from work, intending on a couple then home for dinner. am still there after teh birthday boy has left. whoops.

thurs
spoilers! spoilers! krypton factor! spoilers! )

today
i am already looking forward to some tasty sushi later. can it be the weekend now, please?
shewho: (gin cat)
weds
to the alwyne for [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran's birthday drinks. head over straight from work, intending on a couple then home for dinner. am still there after teh birthday boy has left. whoops.

thurs
spoilers! spoilers! krypton factor! spoilers! )

today
i am already looking forward to some tasty sushi later. can it be the weekend now, please?
shewho: (sisters)
ah, one of those mornings.

one of those mornings, where your top and trousers just about work ok together. your hair's reasonably smart. shoes are acceptable.

then you get to the bus stop to find your socks are stripey and look plain WEIRD.

i am 30 today. 30.

i look like a small child, who's just been allowed to dress herself for the first time.

***

(happy birthdays [livejournal.com profile] col_d and [livejournal.com profile] tiny_tear!)
shewho: (sisters)
ah, one of those mornings.

one of those mornings, where your top and trousers just about work ok together. your hair's reasonably smart. shoes are acceptable.

then you get to the bus stop to find your socks are stripey and look plain WEIRD.

i am 30 today. 30.

i look like a small child, who's just been allowed to dress herself for the first time.

***

(happy birthdays [livejournal.com profile] col_d and [livejournal.com profile] tiny_tear!)
shewho: (summer)
i suppose the other side of the going-out-too much dilemma, is that you get to do lots of excellent things and see lots of excellent people.

there has been an awful lot of eating and drinking in the world of [livejournal.com profile] shewho over the past few days.

thursday was where it all began, with a quadruple booking. oh noes! decisions to be made! in the end i popped along to the hideaway for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] my_name_is_anna's birthday celebrations. drank some wine. chatted with some folk. agreed to attempt to play rubbish trumpet on a record, and swap trumpet tuition for drum tuition. felt very productive! marvellous.

journeyed on to the faltering fullback up in ewok village, to say hello to a temporarily southern [livejournal.com profile] billywhizz and people. excellent to see you nick, and wheee, surprise al and davina too, bonus!

very impressively stuck to my plan of only 4 glasses of wine all evening. 10 / 10.

***

friday was the usual quiet day at work. i had a lunch date with a colleague at the capital kebab shop. don't judge me, there's more. whilst waiting (AGES damn you m!) for him to meet me outside i befriended a middle aged parisian, who's friend was also delayed, and who repeatedly tried to take me out for posher lunch and / or drinks. bless.

but OH MY GOD. the capital kebab shop (on the cut, se1) does the most amazing mixed grill EVER. at least 6 types of meat, i think. chips (or rice). salad. pitta. you never need eat again! very tasty. very unhealthy. a treat for rare occasions. i failed to finish mine. i'm actually hungry just thinking about it. mmmmm.

it may have been a foolish day to eat out for lunch, because that evening found me back at the fullback for a tasty gin, before heading to petek to celebrate [livejournal.com profile] atommickbrane's birthday. more delicious food! i couldn't actually face any more meat, so plumped for a king prawn, fish and melon dish. also DELICIOUS. petek is bargainous and tasty, and they give you free booze and sweets if it's someone's birthday. lovely little place. i see what the fuss is about!

OBVIOUSLY we returned to the fullback for more drinking, finding extra people still saving the table. OBVIOUSLY the coolest thing to do is draw top rock stars on each other's bodies in marker pen. you all need to see the picture of the kiss ARM-y. you really do. they OBVIOUSLY kept singing songs throughout the evening, leading to curious looks from another table. which OBVIOUSLY led to me going over to explain / demonstrate.

"you're quite eccentric, aren't you?" said the curious chap. no dear, drunk.

"give us a kiss greg? what does that mean?" asked blinking TIM KEY pointing at my other arm. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... oh dear.

(sod it, let's get into edinburgh practice....)
excellent drawings on arm = many.
comedians drunkenly annoyed = 2.
(aforementioned key and basden. oh dear. at least i didn't say anything to superhans, right?)

tried to get home. honestly, i did.

woke up somewhere in edmonton. AGAIN.

started talking to random handsome young wasted chap at bus stop. continued talking all the way to stamford hill. bus saved possible scary incidents. i shouldn't be allowed drink.

snuck into d's expecting him to be out all night so i wouldn't look like a nightbus LOSER who couldn't get home if she tried. FAIL, he was there. whoops.

***

saturday dawned too early for my poor hungover head. whinged a bit. ordered pizza. got home, in time to set off to coventry for the big NOAH wrestling event at the skydome.

got there early enough to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] firemasque and [livejournal.com profile] darkship in the old windmill, and sample their rather peculiar lamb / mint and MAYONNAISE baguettes. ace to see j&k, obv.

the event itself was a little bit disappointing for me. none of the one-on-one matches grabbed my attention. tag-teams where better. much better. in fact, the highlight was the bumblebee team (ok, i can't remember their names but they were dressed in black and yellow) who where amazingly good. high flying stuff that makes me grin. plus extra hitting hard for bonus marks. then there was yone, who can do whatever he wants with that fantastic afro, hell yeah! and the main event, featuring misawa and kobashi (look, some names i know!) featured the most supreme chopping action i've seen in a long while.

my favourite bits of the day, mind, were seeing everyone's faces as dave morales (not that one) came into the ring, justifying my earlier comment that he was "the ugliest person in the WORLD". and trying to scam beer of the noisy gay chap behind me, and what i assume to be his boyfriend, only to be introduced to alex shane who was sitting behind them. i appear to have confessed to have followed the fwa and ipw, and he was genuinely touched, aw, bless.

it was also excellent to see [livejournal.com profile] kathbad, secret wrestling fan! though too brief. boo. better organising net time? (also, check out my 'wrestling' tag for more lycra shennanigans.)

***

sunday i cracked out my trumpet for a bit and attempted the marseilles. i'm not as rusty as i thought! my poor baby trumpet is though. and i realised i have NEVER named it. i think it needs a name.

WHAT SHALL I CALL MY TRUMPET, people?

anyway, sunday was lovely. absolutely lovely. you all know that. sunny with a gorgeous breeze. we went exploring the local area. finally.

met up with megan down by the anchor and hope on the river side. what an excellent, tiny, old man's pub. anywhere that has one plate of pickled onions, and one plate of cheese and crackers out as bar snacks wins with me!

we all then wandered along the side of the river to markfield park and victorian mayhem, to hang out in the sun with a bunch of chums, drink cider and sangria, and soak up the atmosphere and dub. so relaxing, so good to have local festival things going on!

the museum there is actually really interesting too. declan and i got collared by a chap who obviously runs his life around the museum and pump engine. i love old guys in tiny museums like that. he told us it's history, how it works, all sorts. actually interesting! and they've got funding to get it up and working again. i'd love to see that.

as hunger took hold, we hit the river path again, and megan took us, along with chris and ally to the ferry boat inn. i've lived in e17 for YEARS and failed to go there. not so any more! lovely beer garden, pretty pub, tasty, tasty filling food and more condiments than even i need. somehow, after drinks and pudding and losing repeatedly at uno it was closing time. whoops!

home, then OMG doctor who before falling into a hugely contented sleep.

***

i'd like more days like yesterday, please.

***

monday: booking tickets for restaurants is the new booking tickets for popular gigs. criminy!
shewho: (summer)
i suppose the other side of the going-out-too much dilemma, is that you get to do lots of excellent things and see lots of excellent people.

there has been an awful lot of eating and drinking in the world of [livejournal.com profile] shewho over the past few days.

thursday was where it all began, with a quadruple booking. oh noes! decisions to be made! in the end i popped along to the hideaway for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] my_name_is_anna's birthday celebrations. drank some wine. chatted with some folk. agreed to attempt to play rubbish trumpet on a record, and swap trumpet tuition for drum tuition. felt very productive! marvellous.

journeyed on to the faltering fullback up in ewok village, to say hello to a temporarily southern [livejournal.com profile] billywhizz and people. excellent to see you nick, and wheee, surprise al and davina too, bonus!

very impressively stuck to my plan of only 4 glasses of wine all evening. 10 / 10.

***

friday was the usual quiet day at work. i had a lunch date with a colleague at the capital kebab shop. don't judge me, there's more. whilst waiting (AGES damn you m!) for him to meet me outside i befriended a middle aged parisian, who's friend was also delayed, and who repeatedly tried to take me out for posher lunch and / or drinks. bless.

but OH MY GOD. the capital kebab shop (on the cut, se1) does the most amazing mixed grill EVER. at least 6 types of meat, i think. chips (or rice). salad. pitta. you never need eat again! very tasty. very unhealthy. a treat for rare occasions. i failed to finish mine. i'm actually hungry just thinking about it. mmmmm.

it may have been a foolish day to eat out for lunch, because that evening found me back at the fullback for a tasty gin, before heading to petek to celebrate [livejournal.com profile] atommickbrane's birthday. more delicious food! i couldn't actually face any more meat, so plumped for a king prawn, fish and melon dish. also DELICIOUS. petek is bargainous and tasty, and they give you free booze and sweets if it's someone's birthday. lovely little place. i see what the fuss is about!

OBVIOUSLY we returned to the fullback for more drinking, finding extra people still saving the table. OBVIOUSLY the coolest thing to do is draw top rock stars on each other's bodies in marker pen. you all need to see the picture of the kiss ARM-y. you really do. they OBVIOUSLY kept singing songs throughout the evening, leading to curious looks from another table. which OBVIOUSLY led to me going over to explain / demonstrate.

"you're quite eccentric, aren't you?" said the curious chap. no dear, drunk.

"give us a kiss greg? what does that mean?" asked blinking TIM KEY pointing at my other arm. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..... oh dear.

(sod it, let's get into edinburgh practice....)
excellent drawings on arm = many.
comedians drunkenly annoyed = 2.
(aforementioned key and basden. oh dear. at least i didn't say anything to superhans, right?)

tried to get home. honestly, i did.

woke up somewhere in edmonton. AGAIN.

started talking to random handsome young wasted chap at bus stop. continued talking all the way to stamford hill. bus saved possible scary incidents. i shouldn't be allowed drink.

snuck into d's expecting him to be out all night so i wouldn't look like a nightbus LOSER who couldn't get home if she tried. FAIL, he was there. whoops.

***

saturday dawned too early for my poor hungover head. whinged a bit. ordered pizza. got home, in time to set off to coventry for the big NOAH wrestling event at the skydome.

got there early enough to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] firemasque and [livejournal.com profile] darkship in the old windmill, and sample their rather peculiar lamb / mint and MAYONNAISE baguettes. ace to see j&k, obv.

the event itself was a little bit disappointing for me. none of the one-on-one matches grabbed my attention. tag-teams where better. much better. in fact, the highlight was the bumblebee team (ok, i can't remember their names but they were dressed in black and yellow) who where amazingly good. high flying stuff that makes me grin. plus extra hitting hard for bonus marks. then there was yone, who can do whatever he wants with that fantastic afro, hell yeah! and the main event, featuring misawa and kobashi (look, some names i know!) featured the most supreme chopping action i've seen in a long while.

my favourite bits of the day, mind, were seeing everyone's faces as dave morales (not that one) came into the ring, justifying my earlier comment that he was "the ugliest person in the WORLD". and trying to scam beer of the noisy gay chap behind me, and what i assume to be his boyfriend, only to be introduced to alex shane who was sitting behind them. i appear to have confessed to have followed the fwa and ipw, and he was genuinely touched, aw, bless.

it was also excellent to see [livejournal.com profile] kathbad, secret wrestling fan! though too brief. boo. better organising net time? (also, check out my 'wrestling' tag for more lycra shennanigans.)

***

sunday i cracked out my trumpet for a bit and attempted the marseilles. i'm not as rusty as i thought! my poor baby trumpet is though. and i realised i have NEVER named it. i think it needs a name.

WHAT SHALL I CALL MY TRUMPET, people?

anyway, sunday was lovely. absolutely lovely. you all know that. sunny with a gorgeous breeze. we went exploring the local area. finally.

met up with megan down by the anchor and hope on the river side. what an excellent, tiny, old man's pub. anywhere that has one plate of pickled onions, and one plate of cheese and crackers out as bar snacks wins with me!

we all then wandered along the side of the river to markfield park and victorian mayhem, to hang out in the sun with a bunch of chums, drink cider and sangria, and soak up the atmosphere and dub. so relaxing, so good to have local festival things going on!

the museum there is actually really interesting too. declan and i got collared by a chap who obviously runs his life around the museum and pump engine. i love old guys in tiny museums like that. he told us it's history, how it works, all sorts. actually interesting! and they've got funding to get it up and working again. i'd love to see that.

as hunger took hold, we hit the river path again, and megan took us, along with chris and ally to the ferry boat inn. i've lived in e17 for YEARS and failed to go there. not so any more! lovely beer garden, pretty pub, tasty, tasty filling food and more condiments than even i need. somehow, after drinks and pudding and losing repeatedly at uno it was closing time. whoops!

home, then OMG doctor who before falling into a hugely contented sleep.

***

i'd like more days like yesterday, please.

***

monday: booking tickets for restaurants is the new booking tickets for popular gigs. criminy!
shewho: (summer)
things i watched this weekend
zodiac - mediocre serial killer film based on a real life serial killer from the end of the sixties. forgettable.
the hammer - midlife crisis boxing comedy. occasionally mildly amusing, mostly a bit irritating. i had a weep at the end.
♥ some of shallow hal - a million times better than i expected, but jeez my expectations were terribly low to start with.
doctor who - excellent episode proving you don't need special effects and other such japery to hold the attention.

***

things i did this weekend
♥ slept a lot.
♥ loafed a lot.
♥ celebrated [livejournal.com profile] wardytron's birthday by picnicing in his and [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris's garden and the lovely marble hill park close by.
♥ visited tasty cheese shop of joy.
♥ got ID'd in oddbins. sweet!
♥ rode a bike for the first time since i was 11! it's true what they say. you don't forget how to ride a bike. you *do* forget how to do corners, and it's a little petrifying, especially with a [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground chasing after you. dare i investigate getting my own?
♥ got a little over-inebriated and weepy. sorry folks!
♥ forgot to call it a night and accidentally stayed up too late nattering with [livejournal.com profile] dawnage and [livejournal.com profile] orangerick.
♥ slept a lot more.
♥ whinged.
♥ dragged self to the open air theatre in regents part for the yearly daniel kitson and gavin osborne show. a second half of 1hr 45m???? ARGH. failed to get in until half 12 or so.
♥ it was totally worth it.

***

how i feel today
♥ headache-y.
♥ throat shredded. (i was singing again, right?)
♥ in need of LOTS more sleep.

***

(and just so i don't forget, on thursday i played some poker. not very well, if i'm honest, but then there was wine. managed 4 / 6 on the first game, and was knocked out first in the second on a very unlucky all in. wah. still, i blame the new person and scarily repeatedly demonstrated beginners luck.....)
shewho: (summer)
things i watched this weekend
zodiac - mediocre serial killer film based on a real life serial killer from the end of the sixties. forgettable.
the hammer - midlife crisis boxing comedy. occasionally mildly amusing, mostly a bit irritating. i had a weep at the end.
♥ some of shallow hal - a million times better than i expected, but jeez my expectations were terribly low to start with.
doctor who - excellent episode proving you don't need special effects and other such japery to hold the attention.

***

things i did this weekend
♥ slept a lot.
♥ loafed a lot.
♥ celebrated [livejournal.com profile] wardytron's birthday by picnicing in his and [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris's garden and the lovely marble hill park close by.
♥ visited tasty cheese shop of joy.
♥ got ID'd in oddbins. sweet!
♥ rode a bike for the first time since i was 11! it's true what they say. you don't forget how to ride a bike. you *do* forget how to do corners, and it's a little petrifying, especially with a [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground chasing after you. dare i investigate getting my own?
♥ got a little over-inebriated and weepy. sorry folks!
♥ forgot to call it a night and accidentally stayed up too late nattering with [livejournal.com profile] dawnage and [livejournal.com profile] orangerick.
♥ slept a lot more.
♥ whinged.
♥ dragged self to the open air theatre in regents part for the yearly daniel kitson and gavin osborne show. a second half of 1hr 45m???? ARGH. failed to get in until half 12 or so.
♥ it was totally worth it.

***

how i feel today
♥ headache-y.
♥ throat shredded. (i was singing again, right?)
♥ in need of LOTS more sleep.

***

(and just so i don't forget, on thursday i played some poker. not very well, if i'm honest, but then there was wine. managed 4 / 6 on the first game, and was knocked out first in the second on a very unlucky all in. wah. still, i blame the new person and scarily repeatedly demonstrated beginners luck.....)
shewho: (eyes)
I love these bright, crisp, chill, autumn mornings. With all of my heart. Yesterday, I got to wander in the sunshine through a park en route to work, kicking leaves and humming to myself. Today I have broken out the snuggly knitwear, my softest, most favourite jumper, and my silly gloves. It's not even quite cold enough for gloves, but their multicolouredness cheers my heart.

Aaaaah.

Last night I did nothing but sleep for hours. It was blissful.

Today I really will have nothing to do. All distractions welcome!

Most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] suicideally, high-kicking lady extraordinare!
shewho: (eyes)
I love these bright, crisp, chill, autumn mornings. With all of my heart. Yesterday, I got to wander in the sunshine through a park en route to work, kicking leaves and humming to myself. Today I have broken out the snuggly knitwear, my softest, most favourite jumper, and my silly gloves. It's not even quite cold enough for gloves, but their multicolouredness cheers my heart.

Aaaaah.

Last night I did nothing but sleep for hours. It was blissful.

Today I really will have nothing to do. All distractions welcome!

Most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] suicideally, high-kicking lady extraordinare!
shewho: (cheese!)
Ever since I found out that the high scoring two-letter scrabble 'word' ZA is allegedly slang for pizZA (I mostly refuse to play a word if I don't know what it means) I have been jonesing for some ZA action. And lo, verily, god [livejournal.com profile] my_red_dream did speak to me and say "you will be favoured on the fourth day of the ninth month, for it is my birthday and I decree there will be ZA!"...

...and so we all went to Pappagone last night to celebrate. And it was lovely and there were people I don't see often (and usually then fleetingly in loud clubs) and indeed there was ZA (Americano with extra anchovies and LOVELY CHILLI OIL) and wine and ace. Hurrah!

Lovely evening, innit. And last r@petrain home for me.

***

Today I am mostly friending people on Facebook to get more games of Scrabble, oh dear oh dear, addiction STRIKES AGAIN.

Tonight I am running stupid errands in the deepest south, though I do get to see JJM, most excellent person that he is. YAY.

At some point I should really get organised and pack for Bestival, though I can't work out when. I'll probably do it tomorrow morning. Potential outfits include Dorothy Gale, Batgirl, and random piratey wench. Minimum effort required. I am NOT feeling the love.
shewho: (cheese!)
Ever since I found out that the high scoring two-letter scrabble 'word' ZA is allegedly slang for pizZA (I mostly refuse to play a word if I don't know what it means) I have been jonesing for some ZA action. And lo, verily, god [livejournal.com profile] my_red_dream did speak to me and say "you will be favoured on the fourth day of the ninth month, for it is my birthday and I decree there will be ZA!"...

...and so we all went to Pappagone last night to celebrate. And it was lovely and there were people I don't see often (and usually then fleetingly in loud clubs) and indeed there was ZA (Americano with extra anchovies and LOVELY CHILLI OIL) and wine and ace. Hurrah!

Lovely evening, innit. And last r@petrain home for me.

***

Today I am mostly friending people on Facebook to get more games of Scrabble, oh dear oh dear, addiction STRIKES AGAIN.

Tonight I am running stupid errands in the deepest south, though I do get to see JJM, most excellent person that he is. YAY.

At some point I should really get organised and pack for Bestival, though I can't work out when. I'll probably do it tomorrow morning. Potential outfits include Dorothy Gale, Batgirl, and random piratey wench. Minimum effort required. I am NOT feeling the love.
shewho: (congrats)
another year on the clock, another year older. it's been a funny old year. well, for certain values of funny.

i thought perhaps that resolution in certain areas of life* would have de-stressed me a little bit, but somehow today my shoulders are tenser than ever, aching, and i'm developing a hunchback. is this what your late 20s are supposed to be like?

still, at least i'm not as old as [livejournal.com profile] col_d or [livejournal.com profile] tiny_tear, my birthday triplets (?)

;)

thank you for your birthday wishes in their various forms, and my lovely presents. prawns! fleetwood mac! yay!



*Oh and today I get to send my family a mass email. Yes, yes, I know, it's just easier that way. Especially as I can hardly phone any of them at the moment. Gah.
shewho: (congrats)
another year on the clock, another year older. it's been a funny old year. well, for certain values of funny.

i thought perhaps that resolution in certain areas of life* would have de-stressed me a little bit, but somehow today my shoulders are tenser than ever, aching, and i'm developing a hunchback. is this what your late 20s are supposed to be like?

still, at least i'm not as old as [livejournal.com profile] col_d or [livejournal.com profile] tiny_tear, my birthday triplets (?)

;)

thank you for your birthday wishes in their various forms, and my lovely presents. prawns! fleetwood mac! yay!



*Oh and today I get to send my family a mass email. Yes, yes, I know, it's just easier that way. Especially as I can hardly phone any of them at the moment. Gah.
shewho: (ginbooze)
Monday morning, how I hate thee. I would count the ways, but that’d only depress me, so instead I’ll think about the weekend just gone. Or, err, what I can remember of it.

Friday
  • Started with pain and fever. Not fun.

  • Continued with bed, and made for TV drama, that had me weeping. I really AM run down!

  • Got better as there was the rather wonderful Green Feet to attend! Turned up early so as to have space, and enough time, to strap myself into corsetry and voluminous skirtage.

  • Did some helpful door-birding.

  • Progressed to ridiculously drunk in record time. As such, memory of comedians is sketchy to say the least. It was all cheeky door-bird charm, right? RIGHT?

  • Memory of spinning around on the dance floor with skirt joy is unfortunately not sketchy in the slightest…

  • I won a thing! Which was tremendously confusing later- I had NO IDEA why I was carrying around a Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall (sp?) book. Oh dear.

  • I really didn’t intend to go to the knicker factory party. I can only claim that [livejournal.com profile] martylog kidnapped me in a taxi.*

  • Yeah, so, er, knicker factory. I’m assuming I didn’t appear in costume. There was an awful lot of blood in a shower. There was random booze, stupid dancing, running around and general silliness. I have a ‘memory’ of possibly jumping off the high thing,** but thinking about it I’m hoping it’s just one of those confusing real seeming dreams.***

  • Later there was shopping and there was singing along to a guitar until stupid o’clock in the morning, at which point sleeping in a bed with a bunch of people I didn’t know**** seemed more feasible than night buses.


  • Saturday
  • It seemed like less of a good idea on Saturday, as the stupid trains to E17 weren’t working, and home / shower / change / emergency food***** before heading Way Out West was necessary.

  • Richmond! It’s rather nice, isn’t it? Spectacularly good though, was seeing [livejournal.com profile] wardytron and [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris for the first time in too long, the biggest dog in the world,****** and an excellent pub that gets flooded at high tide. I like Richmond.

  • I don’t like getting from Richmond to Finny P when the transport is gefacked, and I am tiddly enough to forget. Doh.

  • Anyway, I made it to step-sister’s birthday party with a bottle of lambrini and the best of intentions. Which were wrecked when someone pointed out the jugs of potent cocktails lying around everywhere.

  • Oh lord, my dad was there and sober. I ‘remember’ sitting talking to him and realising just how foul-mouthed I am when drunk, f-ing this and f-ing that, and really concentrating on trying not to be. FAIL!

  • Of course, when my siblings plus extras******* arrived and the tequila came out, there was no hope.

  • Er, I taught my step-sister’s dad’s girlfriend******** how to do tequila slammers. Using the mantra ”Lick! Drink! Bite!”. I think I might burn in hell.

  • Hahahah scary voicemail messages courtesy of my brother-in-law to be and myself getting a bit gangsta at [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves.

  • Running away in a taxi! (Recurring theme?) To [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves’s housewarming.

  • Drunkenly acting like a poly-racist+ as soon as I arrived and arguing with some actually quite lovely poly-types. Er, sorry about that Andrew. They kept giving me beer, I can’t have been too offensive. Can I?

  • Repeated conversation! It’s always the same! Lord!

  • Being escorted homewards by [livejournal.com profile] curious_badger and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon and put on the right bus. This is where my memory ends. I did wake up in the right bed though, bonus! ++


  • Sunday
  • Yoga? Ahahahahah no. Death. More like.

  • Drag self out of house and head to Bethnal Green. Lord, but I spent a lot of time in the East End this weekend.

  • Wait in pub full of cockernee geeeeezers with Pick Me Up and a shandy, endeavouring to actually pick myself up.

  • Chap doesn’t actually turn up for the Krays Walk. Woe! Still, it’s a lovely day, so pints were supped in The Approach with [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown and [livejournal.com profile] hoshuteki.

  • Home for an early night? Well, not before stopping off at the Faltering Fullback to watch the teenagers and their coke habits say “hurrah!” to [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground for his earlier running achievements.

  • Booze soaking kebab.

  • Unconsciousness.


  • ♥ ♥ ♥

    Rinse. Lather. Repeat. My diary tells me I should be out every night this week. I really don’t think that’s appropriate. I feel sick. Moan, moan, moan. Stupid Monday!

    Oh, and I think I’ve lost random bits of stuff along the way. Nothing hugely important, but if you find badges / bits of make up / whatever in any of your houses etc, it’s more than likely to belong to me. Whatamess.










    * Accuracy of this fact is debatable.

    ** I’m certainly bruised and achey enough…

    *** If I’m bored enough later and happy to embarrass my subconscious I might post ‘em.

    **** Fully clothed, sssh.

    ***** It’s at this point, I realised there was no food in the house, except some left over pizza. [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic knows me Very Well Indeed :)

    ****** Seriously, if you turned me into a dog, this one would still have been bigger. Brilliant!

    ******* M’s old school friends I haven’t seen since they were TINY. They are now hulking great men. Very. Weird. Indeed.

    ******** Are you concentrating? There’ll be a test!

    + Mostly because I was still in shock from [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris earlier telling me that she thought I was poly myself, what now?? Is anyone else labouring under that impression?!

    ++ Oh hang on, is this why? See + above!
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    Monday morning, how I hate thee. I would count the ways, but that’d only depress me, so instead I’ll think about the weekend just gone. Or, err, what I can remember of it.

    Friday
  • Started with pain and fever. Not fun.

  • Continued with bed, and made for TV drama, that had me weeping. I really AM run down!

  • Got better as there was the rather wonderful Green Feet to attend! Turned up early so as to have space, and enough time, to strap myself into corsetry and voluminous skirtage.

  • Did some helpful door-birding.

  • Progressed to ridiculously drunk in record time. As such, memory of comedians is sketchy to say the least. It was all cheeky door-bird charm, right? RIGHT?

  • Memory of spinning around on the dance floor with skirt joy is unfortunately not sketchy in the slightest…

  • I won a thing! Which was tremendously confusing later- I had NO IDEA why I was carrying around a Hugh Fernley-Whittingstall (sp?) book. Oh dear.

  • I really didn’t intend to go to the knicker factory party. I can only claim that [livejournal.com profile] martylog kidnapped me in a taxi.*

  • Yeah, so, er, knicker factory. I’m assuming I didn’t appear in costume. There was an awful lot of blood in a shower. There was random booze, stupid dancing, running around and general silliness. I have a ‘memory’ of possibly jumping off the high thing,** but thinking about it I’m hoping it’s just one of those confusing real seeming dreams.***

  • Later there was shopping and there was singing along to a guitar until stupid o’clock in the morning, at which point sleeping in a bed with a bunch of people I didn’t know**** seemed more feasible than night buses.


  • Saturday
  • It seemed like less of a good idea on Saturday, as the stupid trains to E17 weren’t working, and home / shower / change / emergency food***** before heading Way Out West was necessary.

  • Richmond! It’s rather nice, isn’t it? Spectacularly good though, was seeing [livejournal.com profile] wardytron and [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris for the first time in too long, the biggest dog in the world,****** and an excellent pub that gets flooded at high tide. I like Richmond.

  • I don’t like getting from Richmond to Finny P when the transport is gefacked, and I am tiddly enough to forget. Doh.

  • Anyway, I made it to step-sister’s birthday party with a bottle of lambrini and the best of intentions. Which were wrecked when someone pointed out the jugs of potent cocktails lying around everywhere.

  • Oh lord, my dad was there and sober. I ‘remember’ sitting talking to him and realising just how foul-mouthed I am when drunk, f-ing this and f-ing that, and really concentrating on trying not to be. FAIL!

  • Of course, when my siblings plus extras******* arrived and the tequila came out, there was no hope.

  • Er, I taught my step-sister’s dad’s girlfriend******** how to do tequila slammers. Using the mantra ”Lick! Drink! Bite!”. I think I might burn in hell.

  • Hahahah scary voicemail messages courtesy of my brother-in-law to be and myself getting a bit gangsta at [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves.

  • Running away in a taxi! (Recurring theme?) To [livejournal.com profile] braisedbywolves’s housewarming.

  • Drunkenly acting like a poly-racist+ as soon as I arrived and arguing with some actually quite lovely poly-types. Er, sorry about that Andrew. They kept giving me beer, I can’t have been too offensive. Can I?

  • Repeated conversation! It’s always the same! Lord!

  • Being escorted homewards by [livejournal.com profile] curious_badger and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon and put on the right bus. This is where my memory ends. I did wake up in the right bed though, bonus! ++


  • Sunday
  • Yoga? Ahahahahah no. Death. More like.

  • Drag self out of house and head to Bethnal Green. Lord, but I spent a lot of time in the East End this weekend.

  • Wait in pub full of cockernee geeeeezers with Pick Me Up and a shandy, endeavouring to actually pick myself up.

  • Chap doesn’t actually turn up for the Krays Walk. Woe! Still, it’s a lovely day, so pints were supped in The Approach with [livejournal.com profile] mrs_leroy_brown and [livejournal.com profile] hoshuteki.

  • Home for an early night? Well, not before stopping off at the Faltering Fullback to watch the teenagers and their coke habits say “hurrah!” to [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground for his earlier running achievements.

  • Booze soaking kebab.

  • Unconsciousness.


  • ♥ ♥ ♥

    Rinse. Lather. Repeat. My diary tells me I should be out every night this week. I really don’t think that’s appropriate. I feel sick. Moan, moan, moan. Stupid Monday!

    Oh, and I think I’ve lost random bits of stuff along the way. Nothing hugely important, but if you find badges / bits of make up / whatever in any of your houses etc, it’s more than likely to belong to me. Whatamess.










    * Accuracy of this fact is debatable.

    ** I’m certainly bruised and achey enough…

    *** If I’m bored enough later and happy to embarrass my subconscious I might post ‘em.

    **** Fully clothed, sssh.

    ***** It’s at this point, I realised there was no food in the house, except some left over pizza. [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic knows me Very Well Indeed :)

    ****** Seriously, if you turned me into a dog, this one would still have been bigger. Brilliant!

    ******* M’s old school friends I haven’t seen since they were TINY. They are now hulking great men. Very. Weird. Indeed.

    ******** Are you concentrating? There’ll be a test!

    + Mostly because I was still in shock from [livejournal.com profile] fille_a_paris earlier telling me that she thought I was poly myself, what now?? Is anyone else labouring under that impression?!

    ++ Oh hang on, is this why? See + above!
    shewho: (me by sawa vague)
    The best thing this weekend was getting an email asking if I wanted to go to a Dick Party. Of course, the only possible answer to that question is HELL YEAH! BAYUUUUUP. Ah, joy!

    ***

    It’s been an interesting weekend, in which I have spectacularly failed to do most of the things I planned to do. Things I did do, however:

    Friday
  • Drinkies in the Foundry. Absinthe & lemonade is rather delicious!

  • Bedroom Bar! Dancing! Drinking! Lounging on beds with ace people! Leaving at a sensible(ish) hour! Ah, I always have an ace night there.


  • ***

    Saturday
  • Lovely drinkies in the Chandos for [livejournal.com profile] yiskah’s birthday.

  • Toasties! YEAH!

  • Falling over. BOO

  • Attempting to fall over repeatedly! I don’t understand. Perhaps my shoes were too small and my blood not alcoholic enough.

  • Home for Doctor Who (meh, although I can’t really comment due to repeated closing of eyes) and pizza and getting ready for [livejournal.com profile] slaughterhaus5

  • Schoolboy (girl?) Error!!! Lying down. Dozing. Did make it to the bus stop, bus didn’t appear. Went back home. Slept. On a Saturnight! Rubbish.

  • Sweet, sweet, sleep.


  • ***

    Sunday
  • The day of being stood up!

  • Yoga is cancelled, as I am almost ready for it. Gah!

  • Tea and cookies is postponed.

  • I don’t mind, and crack on with serious sewing. Only broke 2 of my machine needles! Well, you try sewing hugely gathered denim and see what happens! End result = basic skirt shape. Now to faff around with ‘windows’ and get some boning and make an underskirt out of the sheet I ruined in the washing machine. Recycle baybee, yeah!

  • Also manage to deconstruct bodice and start cutting pieces out of actual t-shirts. Wheeee! I can do this! Discover wedding decorations are perfect for lining too. More recycling! Yeah!

  • Bloomsbury Ballroom for CocoRosie. The venue is weird, but somehow beautiful. The mirrorballs make me sick. The weird kitchen / diner makes me happy. Bump into [livejournal.com profile] lanarak and friends.

  • Rio en Mendio or something similar is all girlish voice and quiet noise and pretty fey. Enjoy muchly.

  • Tez is a human beatbox. He’s good, but I’ve seen Beardyman….

  • CocoRosie are entrancing and mesmerising and weirdly vocalled. Tez comes into his own as their ‘percussion’ for the evening. I want to learn the harp. It’s dancy and ethereal and absolutely marvellous. Well done there.

  • Hipsters, however, appear to get dirtier, and more stupid-haired every day. Cuh.


  • ***

    Monday
    Ah, I’m in a shockingly good mood today dear livejournal. (Well, I was....)

    ♥ Perhaps the recent woe was rooted in hormones. (I should check these things really but I’m far too lazy…)
    ♥ Perhaps I’m happy due to a decent nights sleep?
    ♥ Perhaps it has something to do with the fact I’m currently sleeping in this.
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to my copy of [livejournal.com profile] yiskah’s book arriving, new read for the commute that doesn’t make me angry!
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to some [livejournal.com profile] moocards arriving, though eh, they didn’t quite do what I told them to, and I have no idea what to use them for!
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to Republic of Loose English tour dates I can actually get to! If you’re at a loose end 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th July, you should go see them. I think I can do the 3rd.
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to my face popping up all over facebook, how entertaining. (Actually, normally this would make me cry…)

    What’s keeping you cheery today, dear internet?
    shewho: (me by sawa vague)
    The best thing this weekend was getting an email asking if I wanted to go to a Dick Party. Of course, the only possible answer to that question is HELL YEAH! BAYUUUUUP. Ah, joy!

    ***

    It’s been an interesting weekend, in which I have spectacularly failed to do most of the things I planned to do. Things I did do, however:

    Friday
  • Drinkies in the Foundry. Absinthe & lemonade is rather delicious!

  • Bedroom Bar! Dancing! Drinking! Lounging on beds with ace people! Leaving at a sensible(ish) hour! Ah, I always have an ace night there.


  • ***

    Saturday
  • Lovely drinkies in the Chandos for [livejournal.com profile] yiskah’s birthday.

  • Toasties! YEAH!

  • Falling over. BOO

  • Attempting to fall over repeatedly! I don’t understand. Perhaps my shoes were too small and my blood not alcoholic enough.

  • Home for Doctor Who (meh, although I can’t really comment due to repeated closing of eyes) and pizza and getting ready for [livejournal.com profile] slaughterhaus5

  • Schoolboy (girl?) Error!!! Lying down. Dozing. Did make it to the bus stop, bus didn’t appear. Went back home. Slept. On a Saturnight! Rubbish.

  • Sweet, sweet, sleep.


  • ***

    Sunday
  • The day of being stood up!

  • Yoga is cancelled, as I am almost ready for it. Gah!

  • Tea and cookies is postponed.

  • I don’t mind, and crack on with serious sewing. Only broke 2 of my machine needles! Well, you try sewing hugely gathered denim and see what happens! End result = basic skirt shape. Now to faff around with ‘windows’ and get some boning and make an underskirt out of the sheet I ruined in the washing machine. Recycle baybee, yeah!

  • Also manage to deconstruct bodice and start cutting pieces out of actual t-shirts. Wheeee! I can do this! Discover wedding decorations are perfect for lining too. More recycling! Yeah!

  • Bloomsbury Ballroom for CocoRosie. The venue is weird, but somehow beautiful. The mirrorballs make me sick. The weird kitchen / diner makes me happy. Bump into [livejournal.com profile] lanarak and friends.

  • Rio en Mendio or something similar is all girlish voice and quiet noise and pretty fey. Enjoy muchly.

  • Tez is a human beatbox. He’s good, but I’ve seen Beardyman….

  • CocoRosie are entrancing and mesmerising and weirdly vocalled. Tez comes into his own as their ‘percussion’ for the evening. I want to learn the harp. It’s dancy and ethereal and absolutely marvellous. Well done there.

  • Hipsters, however, appear to get dirtier, and more stupid-haired every day. Cuh.


  • ***

    Monday
    Ah, I’m in a shockingly good mood today dear livejournal. (Well, I was....)

    ♥ Perhaps the recent woe was rooted in hormones. (I should check these things really but I’m far too lazy…)
    ♥ Perhaps I’m happy due to a decent nights sleep?
    ♥ Perhaps it has something to do with the fact I’m currently sleeping in this.
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to my copy of [livejournal.com profile] yiskah’s book arriving, new read for the commute that doesn’t make me angry!
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to some [livejournal.com profile] moocards arriving, though eh, they didn’t quite do what I told them to, and I have no idea what to use them for!
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to Republic of Loose English tour dates I can actually get to! If you’re at a loose end 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th July, you should go see them. I think I can do the 3rd.
    ♥ Perhaps it’s due to my face popping up all over facebook, how entertaining. (Actually, normally this would make me cry…)

    What’s keeping you cheery today, dear internet?
    shewho: (dancing game)
    Now I appear to have some sort of function back I shall blather at you and my future self about the weekend just gone. Bullet points I think…

    Friday
  • Vile mood.

  • Decided to stay in the flat.

  • Cut out some enormous swathes of denim.

  • Start making a wicked collar from bits of Mansun tshirt and denim.

  • Sewing project well and truly underway, but starting with easyish bits to, er, ease myself back into using a sewing machine accurately.


  • ***

    Saturday
  • Up early, shortly after D has left for work.

  • Hit the sewing machine, finish ace collar.

  • Discover magick denim stitch setting on sewing machine of glory, start sewing skirt bits together. (I think the skirt is going to be far too heavy. I *know* it’s going to be heavy. Instead of appliquéing the tshirts over the top, I think I shall cut out windows and sew them through from the back of the skirt, does that make sense?)

  • No Victoria Line and a dangerous looking accident mean I am almost trapped in E17. Woe! Manage to walk to Blackhorse Road and hop the Silverlink to Camden, phew!

  • Order replacement presser foot shaft from tiny secret Bernina shop I haven’t noticed before.

  • Wander up to Primrose Hill. Realise I have never sat up there before, marvel at the view. Blur were right!

  • Locate [livejournal.com profile] therealjo, whose birthday it was, and find rounders pitches.

  • Crack open the first (and second) Pimm in a Tin in a park of the summer. Aaaaah. Follow up with first (second and third) Gin in a Tin and veggies.

  • I don’t remember rounders being *that* difficult at school! Sad state of fitness. I think I went around 3 times, and we won, but people started talking about rules and lost me a bit ;) Still, lovely afternoon. Healthy!

  • Quick change in pub loo and onto Black Plastic to take up position as Steve Strange Door Whore.

  • What an excellent night! Ace atmosphere, ace mix of people, top music, aaaaah. Again please ladies!

  • Despite best yoga based intentions (honestly!) ended up seeing in Sunday at [livejournal.com profile] purplestuart’s at an incredibly lovely afterparty. Yoga? What yoga. Ahem.


  • ***

    Sunday
  • After some bag / bus / taxi trauma, eventually headed back towards the West End with [livejournal.com profile] green_badger about 2pm.

  • Dashed across Soho to Karaoke Box for some sweet hours of wonderful karaoke.

  • I love love love how nobody ever seems to do anything spectacularly obvious.

  • Me, I sing Band on the Run (sorry!), Let Loose – Crazy for you (haha oops), Blink 182 – All the Small Things (yeah!), and do the girlie bit on Danger High Voltage for Martin. And possibly something else. Where is my memory, hmmm?

  • After, I shoot off to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for Daniel Kitson.

  • Aw, but he’s just so BRILLIANT, isn’t he? First half is him reading a lovely story (which makes me weep) interspersed with Gavin Osborne playing songs that add to the story, and also make me weep.

  • [Last year he told several shorter stories, I think I preferred the longer, overarching / all fitting together thing. Also last year I wept a little too. I have a feeling I hadn’t been home the night before then either. Tsk, Kitson is clearly a bad influence. With, er, his straight-edge ways….]

  • Second half is the fireworks stuff we saw him previewing at the Hen & Chickens a while back, which has been polished up and taken to Melbourne and all sorts in between. Funny. Lovely. He really suits the open air. Especially in the latter half of the evening when it’s dark and the lights are twinkly. What a wonderful way to end a weekend :)


  • ***

    Monday
  • Yesterday I ACHED so much it was ridiculous. All joints and muscles seized up and shrieking. No Motley Crue for me :(

  • I deduce this must be the fault of rounders. My fitness level is clearly SHOCKING. My stupid body seems to respond to abuse 2 days after the occasion...

  • …which means today I am *exhausted*.

  • Yesterday also – Edinburgh planning began. Exciting goodness, eee!



  • Oh, and Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] catbo! If I get a wriggle on with sewing this evening and mostly finish huge skirt of DOOM, I’ll probably come out tomorrow, hurrah!

    [Lord, I’m broke this month again. Is it payday yet? :(]

    ***

    Haha, the new My Chemical Romance single (Teenagers?) sounds like “That’s Living Alright” which I thought was sung by Dennis Waterman and from a sitcom but it doesn’t appear to be.
    shewho: (dancing game)
    Now I appear to have some sort of function back I shall blather at you and my future self about the weekend just gone. Bullet points I think…

    Friday
  • Vile mood.

  • Decided to stay in the flat.

  • Cut out some enormous swathes of denim.

  • Start making a wicked collar from bits of Mansun tshirt and denim.

  • Sewing project well and truly underway, but starting with easyish bits to, er, ease myself back into using a sewing machine accurately.


  • ***

    Saturday
  • Up early, shortly after D has left for work.

  • Hit the sewing machine, finish ace collar.

  • Discover magick denim stitch setting on sewing machine of glory, start sewing skirt bits together. (I think the skirt is going to be far too heavy. I *know* it’s going to be heavy. Instead of appliquéing the tshirts over the top, I think I shall cut out windows and sew them through from the back of the skirt, does that make sense?)

  • No Victoria Line and a dangerous looking accident mean I am almost trapped in E17. Woe! Manage to walk to Blackhorse Road and hop the Silverlink to Camden, phew!

  • Order replacement presser foot shaft from tiny secret Bernina shop I haven’t noticed before.

  • Wander up to Primrose Hill. Realise I have never sat up there before, marvel at the view. Blur were right!

  • Locate [livejournal.com profile] therealjo, whose birthday it was, and find rounders pitches.

  • Crack open the first (and second) Pimm in a Tin in a park of the summer. Aaaaah. Follow up with first (second and third) Gin in a Tin and veggies.

  • I don’t remember rounders being *that* difficult at school! Sad state of fitness. I think I went around 3 times, and we won, but people started talking about rules and lost me a bit ;) Still, lovely afternoon. Healthy!

  • Quick change in pub loo and onto Black Plastic to take up position as Steve Strange Door Whore.

  • What an excellent night! Ace atmosphere, ace mix of people, top music, aaaaah. Again please ladies!

  • Despite best yoga based intentions (honestly!) ended up seeing in Sunday at [livejournal.com profile] purplestuart’s at an incredibly lovely afterparty. Yoga? What yoga. Ahem.


  • ***

    Sunday
  • After some bag / bus / taxi trauma, eventually headed back towards the West End with [livejournal.com profile] green_badger about 2pm.

  • Dashed across Soho to Karaoke Box for some sweet hours of wonderful karaoke.

  • I love love love how nobody ever seems to do anything spectacularly obvious.

  • Me, I sing Band on the Run (sorry!), Let Loose – Crazy for you (haha oops), Blink 182 – All the Small Things (yeah!), and do the girlie bit on Danger High Voltage for Martin. And possibly something else. Where is my memory, hmmm?

  • After, I shoot off to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for Daniel Kitson.

  • Aw, but he’s just so BRILLIANT, isn’t he? First half is him reading a lovely story (which makes me weep) interspersed with Gavin Osborne playing songs that add to the story, and also make me weep.

  • [Last year he told several shorter stories, I think I preferred the longer, overarching / all fitting together thing. Also last year I wept a little too. I have a feeling I hadn’t been home the night before then either. Tsk, Kitson is clearly a bad influence. With, er, his straight-edge ways….]

  • Second half is the fireworks stuff we saw him previewing at the Hen & Chickens a while back, which has been polished up and taken to Melbourne and all sorts in between. Funny. Lovely. He really suits the open air. Especially in the latter half of the evening when it’s dark and the lights are twinkly. What a wonderful way to end a weekend :)


  • ***

    Monday
  • Yesterday I ACHED so much it was ridiculous. All joints and muscles seized up and shrieking. No Motley Crue for me :(

  • I deduce this must be the fault of rounders. My fitness level is clearly SHOCKING. My stupid body seems to respond to abuse 2 days after the occasion...

  • …which means today I am *exhausted*.

  • Yesterday also – Edinburgh planning began. Exciting goodness, eee!



  • Oh, and Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] catbo! If I get a wriggle on with sewing this evening and mostly finish huge skirt of DOOM, I’ll probably come out tomorrow, hurrah!

    [Lord, I’m broke this month again. Is it payday yet? :(]

    ***

    Haha, the new My Chemical Romance single (Teenagers?) sounds like “That’s Living Alright” which I thought was sung by Dennis Waterman and from a sitcom but it doesn’t appear to be.

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