shewho: (jeremy)
today i shall be attempting to catch up with myself. so so lazy right now. ack.

***

friday
v movie at canal 125!
♥ cloakroom duties.
♥ ALL THE BEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD EVER. honest.
♥ awesome decs and lights really giving the place some atmosphere.
♥ much dancing. either in the cloakroom or on the floor.
♥ much nattering.
♥ a very chatty random local young man, insistent on sharing very good shopping.
♥ 'you should be a glamour model'. oh dear oh dear. meant well. but really.
♥ attempt at early night ruined by temporary prescence at stuart's. whoops.

***

saturday
♥ up early. well, early for a saturday.
♥ to meet pink emma and head to sonisphere!!!! at knebworth.
♥ tedious shuttle bus queue and tent sorting mean we hit the festival proper about 1.45.
♥ what a bloody organised fest it is! two main stages are opposite each other and run alternate bands - THE METAL NEVER STOPS AND YOU CAN SEE IT ALL. AMAZING. the loos are somehow kept almost delightful at ALL TIMES. the ground, despite downpour, remains minimally muddy. it is GREAT.
♥ though we are somewhat disturbed by the lack of a)ACTUAL tattooists and b)crazy drinking.
taking back sunday are a bit rub.
♥ there is a guitarhero-karaoke stage full of losers.
♥ we catch the last song of bjorn again and i am gutted.
♥ in the tent there are a band called glamour of the kill who i must remember to investigate further.
anthrax are great....
♥ but not as great as the STUNT MOTOCROSS which has me squealing like a girl.
♥ coheed and cambria are not there, so apparently we listened to fact instead. meh.
the used have me screaming obscenities towards the stage whilst waiting for tasty cider. rub-bish.
heaven and hell don't take our fancy either (sorry mr iommi!) for which we are roundly chastised by strangers later.
♥ the heavens open! but it's still warm. and it's only rain. sexy cagoule times!
airbourne are totally awesome (in the rain!) but clearly want to be ac/dc.
young guns are tiny children from wycombe on the tiny wee stage but they are jolly good and we watch 'em (in the rain!) til they finish.
oceansize are another one to investigate.
♥ we 'listen' to linkin park from back at the tents.
♥ on the way back in there is a woman rolling around in the mud about to have sex with a man. we point and laugh. security point and stop. somehow she regains some sort of 'dignity' and refuses to get up with her vag on show to the world. security surround her so she can get up. we cherish the thought that we are never as badly behaved as that.
♥ attempt to see thunder in the small tent. they won't let anyone in. despite me counting people 100+ coming out. emma gives up. a man starts to try and start a riot. security stamp on my toes.
♥ but i get in for the wildhearts, hurrah!
♥ but i am OLD, father william, and can barely keep my eyes open. seriously. even drunk i can usually wake myself up for a band i like. find myself nodding off on my feet. so decide to do so safely on the floor at the back. oh dear.
♥ back to tent and am unconscious in seconds.

***

sunday
♥ sunny all day, hurrah!
♥ invest in a red cowboy hat.
♥ arrive in arena, meet some of emma's friends and catch the (awesome) end of buckcherry.
♥ get filmed for bbc4.
♥ mostly sit at the back and natter through paradise lost - the sound was pretty poor for them unfortunately.
killing joke are f'cking excellent. only distraction being a very pretty boy close in front of us. ahem.
♥ i don't remember much of saxon, but do remember we start talking in a screetchy ROCK way for kicks.
lamb of god are jolly good too, for some reason they sound heavier when sitting on the ground, hrrrm.
♥ i think we may have been wandering for mastodon, or talking to randoms.
machine head!!! rob flynn cries like a girl. but MACHINE HEAD.
♥ meet up with ben and his chums. avoid feeder.
♥ drink. herbal highs. taste like joss-sticks. hrrrm.
♥ sit down and listen to limp bizkit going down like a lead balloon, interspersed with the occasional good song.
alice in chains are pretty good, but i have wandering feet.
nine inch nails!!! i really wanted to see nin, and indeed, i remember being down the front. and trent's rather large neck. and not much else. WHAT HAPPENED? this is the beginning of the vague.
♥ similarly, metallica. indeed, my memories are mixed up with hearing "one" by various bands of small children on the karaoke stage.
♥ seriously, the two bands i REALLY REALLY wanted to see. IDIOT.
♥ and that's it for memory of sunday, really. i tried to go and see some comedy. there wasn't any. just a Very Insistent Man who wouldn't take no for an answer. 'came to' in my tent, emma similarly, to find a party going on outside. did we bring them there? WHO KNOWS.

***

monday
♥ the party was still going on as we packed up the tents. eventually just one hippy-wheelbarrow-man-dressed-as-captain-america-with-a-chicken-head was left. he gave us some random shopping he'd been donated by a stranger. we took it, merrily.
♥ shuttle bus queue was farcical. taxis were £2.50 each. seriously, queueing fools, WHY?
♥ managed to go home and leave emma to her own devices (locked out, see. i just lost my cagoule and a singular welly.) whilst i hopped in the shower and went to work. it was an interesting afternoon, i'll tell you that.

***

anyway, yes, i can highly recommend sonisphere! top organisation. top music. on a train from MY HOUSE. the only thing i regret is my unlikely amnesia, and not seeing enough of [livejournal.com profile] cob_web and all the bristol people i'd wanted to see in the first place.

most embarrasing things i did?
♥ wore my cagoule.
♥ took herbal highs.
indie cardigan - this does not count.
♥ collected cups for a few quid. hehehe.

***

set lists for the sake of completion. i think i am getting vague memories of some of this! )
shewho: (jeremy)
today i shall be attempting to catch up with myself. so so lazy right now. ack.

***

friday
v movie at canal 125!
♥ cloakroom duties.
♥ ALL THE BEST MUSIC IN THE WORLD EVER. honest.
♥ awesome decs and lights really giving the place some atmosphere.
♥ much dancing. either in the cloakroom or on the floor.
♥ much nattering.
♥ a very chatty random local young man, insistent on sharing very good shopping.
♥ 'you should be a glamour model'. oh dear oh dear. meant well. but really.
♥ attempt at early night ruined by temporary prescence at stuart's. whoops.

***

saturday
♥ up early. well, early for a saturday.
♥ to meet pink emma and head to sonisphere!!!! at knebworth.
♥ tedious shuttle bus queue and tent sorting mean we hit the festival proper about 1.45.
♥ what a bloody organised fest it is! two main stages are opposite each other and run alternate bands - THE METAL NEVER STOPS AND YOU CAN SEE IT ALL. AMAZING. the loos are somehow kept almost delightful at ALL TIMES. the ground, despite downpour, remains minimally muddy. it is GREAT.
♥ though we are somewhat disturbed by the lack of a)ACTUAL tattooists and b)crazy drinking.
taking back sunday are a bit rub.
♥ there is a guitarhero-karaoke stage full of losers.
♥ we catch the last song of bjorn again and i am gutted.
♥ in the tent there are a band called glamour of the kill who i must remember to investigate further.
anthrax are great....
♥ but not as great as the STUNT MOTOCROSS which has me squealing like a girl.
♥ coheed and cambria are not there, so apparently we listened to fact instead. meh.
the used have me screaming obscenities towards the stage whilst waiting for tasty cider. rub-bish.
heaven and hell don't take our fancy either (sorry mr iommi!) for which we are roundly chastised by strangers later.
♥ the heavens open! but it's still warm. and it's only rain. sexy cagoule times!
airbourne are totally awesome (in the rain!) but clearly want to be ac/dc.
young guns are tiny children from wycombe on the tiny wee stage but they are jolly good and we watch 'em (in the rain!) til they finish.
oceansize are another one to investigate.
♥ we 'listen' to linkin park from back at the tents.
♥ on the way back in there is a woman rolling around in the mud about to have sex with a man. we point and laugh. security point and stop. somehow she regains some sort of 'dignity' and refuses to get up with her vag on show to the world. security surround her so she can get up. we cherish the thought that we are never as badly behaved as that.
♥ attempt to see thunder in the small tent. they won't let anyone in. despite me counting people 100+ coming out. emma gives up. a man starts to try and start a riot. security stamp on my toes.
♥ but i get in for the wildhearts, hurrah!
♥ but i am OLD, father william, and can barely keep my eyes open. seriously. even drunk i can usually wake myself up for a band i like. find myself nodding off on my feet. so decide to do so safely on the floor at the back. oh dear.
♥ back to tent and am unconscious in seconds.

***

sunday
♥ sunny all day, hurrah!
♥ invest in a red cowboy hat.
♥ arrive in arena, meet some of emma's friends and catch the (awesome) end of buckcherry.
♥ get filmed for bbc4.
♥ mostly sit at the back and natter through paradise lost - the sound was pretty poor for them unfortunately.
killing joke are f'cking excellent. only distraction being a very pretty boy close in front of us. ahem.
♥ i don't remember much of saxon, but do remember we start talking in a screetchy ROCK way for kicks.
lamb of god are jolly good too, for some reason they sound heavier when sitting on the ground, hrrrm.
♥ i think we may have been wandering for mastodon, or talking to randoms.
machine head!!! rob flynn cries like a girl. but MACHINE HEAD.
♥ meet up with ben and his chums. avoid feeder.
♥ drink. herbal highs. taste like joss-sticks. hrrrm.
♥ sit down and listen to limp bizkit going down like a lead balloon, interspersed with the occasional good song.
alice in chains are pretty good, but i have wandering feet.
nine inch nails!!! i really wanted to see nin, and indeed, i remember being down the front. and trent's rather large neck. and not much else. WHAT HAPPENED? this is the beginning of the vague.
♥ similarly, metallica. indeed, my memories are mixed up with hearing "one" by various bands of small children on the karaoke stage.
♥ seriously, the two bands i REALLY REALLY wanted to see. IDIOT.
♥ and that's it for memory of sunday, really. i tried to go and see some comedy. there wasn't any. just a Very Insistent Man who wouldn't take no for an answer. 'came to' in my tent, emma similarly, to find a party going on outside. did we bring them there? WHO KNOWS.

***

monday
♥ the party was still going on as we packed up the tents. eventually just one hippy-wheelbarrow-man-dressed-as-captain-america-with-a-chicken-head was left. he gave us some random shopping he'd been donated by a stranger. we took it, merrily.
♥ shuttle bus queue was farcical. taxis were £2.50 each. seriously, queueing fools, WHY?
♥ managed to go home and leave emma to her own devices (locked out, see. i just lost my cagoule and a singular welly.) whilst i hopped in the shower and went to work. it was an interesting afternoon, i'll tell you that.

***

anyway, yes, i can highly recommend sonisphere! top organisation. top music. on a train from MY HOUSE. the only thing i regret is my unlikely amnesia, and not seeing enough of [livejournal.com profile] cob_web and all the bristol people i'd wanted to see in the first place.

most embarrasing things i did?
♥ wore my cagoule.
♥ took herbal highs.
indie cardigan - this does not count.
♥ collected cups for a few quid. hehehe.

***

set lists for the sake of completion. i think i am getting vague memories of some of this! )
shewho: (E17)
friday
  • foundry drinkies with helouise, [profile] roy_dcour, and latterly [profile] exliontamer.  plus the entirety of london's cycle courier population.
  • rock steady! lots of people.  lots of drinkies.  accidental shopping. failing to leave early as planned.  indeed...:
  • [personal profile] ultraruby's house.
  • more drinking. more shopping.
  • clothes swapping!
  • cat playing.
  • beautiful sunny day dawning.
  • running home and getting slightly lost in a maze of hackney bus stops.

saturday

  • fail to make chap olympics. boo.
  • fail to throw up on bus / tube. yay!
  • do make steve hall's preview at the hen & chickens.
  • plenty of funny material, still searching for structure.  HURRAH for hearing the std clinic story again for it is AWESOME.
  • meet people at the noble.
  • tediously long journey to E17. bad buses!
  • eventual arrival at walthamstow dogs, hurrah!
  • excellent gambling fun.  i think only £5 or so down, despite gambling on each race.
  • scampi in a box!
  • favourite amount won = 49p.  FEAR ME.
  • handy lift with [personal profile] green_badger to [profile] 1423's official leaving-but-not-quite-yet party.
  • fail at making origami penii.
  • tiredness and illness hit, tb symptoms re-appear.
  • 'home', collapse.

sunday

  • wake up early and drunk.
  • watch a scanner darkly, finally!
  • make it up and out.
  • lovely sunny day, perfect for rise AGAINST RACISM festival.
  • meet up wtih lovely chaps.
  • sit and chill listening to musics and being silly.
  • suddenly find self a little tipsy / sunburnt during CSS.
  • run off. 
  • drunkenly help a nun find a bus.
  • pass out watching bad santa.

monday

  • late for work. work sucks.
  • apart from kind of winning latitude tickets.  i *think*.
  • solo sushi lunch.
  • finally watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind - very clever indeed.  jim carey shockingly not annoying.
  • speak to a boy.
  • fail at proper sleep.

tuesday

  • where is my tent??
  • where are my tickets??
shewho: (E17)
friday
  • foundry drinkies with helouise, [profile] roy_dcour, and latterly [profile] exliontamer.  plus the entirety of london's cycle courier population.
  • rock steady! lots of people.  lots of drinkies.  accidental shopping. failing to leave early as planned.  indeed...:
  • [personal profile] ultraruby's house.
  • more drinking. more shopping.
  • clothes swapping!
  • cat playing.
  • beautiful sunny day dawning.
  • running home and getting slightly lost in a maze of hackney bus stops.

saturday

  • fail to make chap olympics. boo.
  • fail to throw up on bus / tube. yay!
  • do make steve hall's preview at the hen & chickens.
  • plenty of funny material, still searching for structure.  HURRAH for hearing the std clinic story again for it is AWESOME.
  • meet people at the noble.
  • tediously long journey to E17. bad buses!
  • eventual arrival at walthamstow dogs, hurrah!
  • excellent gambling fun.  i think only £5 or so down, despite gambling on each race.
  • scampi in a box!
  • favourite amount won = 49p.  FEAR ME.
  • handy lift with [personal profile] green_badger to [profile] 1423's official leaving-but-not-quite-yet party.
  • fail at making origami penii.
  • tiredness and illness hit, tb symptoms re-appear.
  • 'home', collapse.

sunday

  • wake up early and drunk.
  • watch a scanner darkly, finally!
  • make it up and out.
  • lovely sunny day, perfect for rise AGAINST RACISM festival.
  • meet up wtih lovely chaps.
  • sit and chill listening to musics and being silly.
  • suddenly find self a little tipsy / sunburnt during CSS.
  • run off. 
  • drunkenly help a nun find a bus.
  • pass out watching bad santa.

monday

  • late for work. work sucks.
  • apart from kind of winning latitude tickets.  i *think*.
  • solo sushi lunch.
  • finally watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind - very clever indeed.  jim carey shockingly not annoying.
  • speak to a boy.
  • fail at proper sleep.

tuesday

  • where is my tent??
  • where are my tickets??
shewho: (ginbooze)
i think they must have been putting extras in the drinks at Soul Mole last night, it would appear everybody became ridiculously drunk and are now all in the grips of deathly hangovers....

i certainly flipped from 'tiddly' to 'oh good lord NO' very suddenly. note to self: pint of hoegarden and half a melty cheese also does not comprise a sensible dinner.

i feel fine today though. been out and about since half 10. about to rouse p_dan_tic and hit croydon. this could be tricky. he's completely broken, ah.


(*heh, now entertaining myself by seeing what post titles i've used in the past with autofill...)
shewho: (ginbooze)
i think they must have been putting extras in the drinks at Soul Mole last night, it would appear everybody became ridiculously drunk and are now all in the grips of deathly hangovers....

i certainly flipped from 'tiddly' to 'oh good lord NO' very suddenly. note to self: pint of hoegarden and half a melty cheese also does not comprise a sensible dinner.

i feel fine today though. been out and about since half 10. about to rouse p_dan_tic and hit croydon. this could be tricky. he's completely broken, ah.


(*heh, now entertaining myself by seeing what post titles i've used in the past with autofill...)
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.
    shewho: (big bug)
    much as i loathe the summer, despite it containing my birthday, summer weekends do have the potential to be amazingly magickal.

    this weekend contained, in no particular magickal order:

    [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel's birthday drinks at the faltering fullback with football on t'telly.

    ♥ dancing to [livejournal.com profile] dr_f_dellamorte and co in a bar in Hoxton that wasn't full of gunts and was actually much fun.

    BONVING!!!! or more accurately spectating at the bonving in Regents Park whilst drinking champagne and eating strawberries.

    ♥ playing in the sandpit, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] thechild. You should have seen our castle! it was HUGE! though we did have a bit of help from a crack team of Kosovan labourers and a small child that followed me around silently. hmmmmm.

    slimelight. yeah yeah, shudduppaya face.

    ♥ early morning wandering through Dalston in search of cider. it already being baking and only 5am or so.... market traders doing things......

    ♥ party with ace folk until well into sunday.

    ♥ my first ever visit to the open air theatre in Regents Park - what a glorious venue! surrounded by trees, sitting in the end of the sun towards the end of the day watching my top magickal thing of the weekend.....

    ♥ ....which was Daniel Kitson. marvellous, absolutely marvellous. first half comprising a set of excellent stand up, second half being told stories in the dark with tears rolling down my face, interspersed with songs from a chap whose name i have forgotten but with a lovely voice and a guitar.

    Seriously, chaps, that was the happiest i have been in a long time. i love that man. i may be feeling post-weekend toxic, but i'm still up there.....
    shewho: (big bug)
    much as i loathe the summer, despite it containing my birthday, summer weekends do have the potential to be amazingly magickal.

    this weekend contained, in no particular magickal order:

    [livejournal.com profile] fugitvemotel's birthday drinks at the faltering fullback with football on t'telly.

    ♥ dancing to [livejournal.com profile] dr_f_dellamorte and co in a bar in Hoxton that wasn't full of gunts and was actually much fun.

    BONVING!!!! or more accurately spectating at the bonving in Regents Park whilst drinking champagne and eating strawberries.

    ♥ playing in the sandpit, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] thechild. You should have seen our castle! it was HUGE! though we did have a bit of help from a crack team of Kosovan labourers and a small child that followed me around silently. hmmmmm.

    slimelight. yeah yeah, shudduppaya face.

    ♥ early morning wandering through Dalston in search of cider. it already being baking and only 5am or so.... market traders doing things......

    ♥ party with ace folk until well into sunday.

    ♥ my first ever visit to the open air theatre in Regents Park - what a glorious venue! surrounded by trees, sitting in the end of the sun towards the end of the day watching my top magickal thing of the weekend.....

    ♥ ....which was Daniel Kitson. marvellous, absolutely marvellous. first half comprising a set of excellent stand up, second half being told stories in the dark with tears rolling down my face, interspersed with songs from a chap whose name i have forgotten but with a lovely voice and a guitar.

    Seriously, chaps, that was the happiest i have been in a long time. i love that man. i may be feeling post-weekend toxic, but i'm still up there.....
    shewho: (cartoon face)
    To say:

    1. Come to [livejournal.com profile] bmovie on Friday! It is 80s NIGHT and will be brilliant. And dress like a Lost Boy. MrrrRrrrrrr.....

    2. Belated birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran for Saturday, hope BS&Q was fabulous. I was too broken to leave the house.

    3. Come to think of it, leaving the house is looking less and less likely. I have become addicted to Animal Crossing. Indeed, mostly I am addicted to trying to catch all varieties of fish in Animal Crossing. This may take all year.

    4. Yes, I am aware the DS is portable.

    5. Having said that, D is on call all week, so clearly I am trying to spend as much time out as possible like the bad person I am. It *is* Monday Club tonight, isn't it?

    ;)

    6. In your face! tube strike. You all appear to be working fine and dandy. However the morning overland train isn't as unpleasant as I had expected, and the stroll in from L'pool Street was quite refreshing. I may do this more often.

    7. Expect a big, drunken, 1-PW (?) wrestling entry later.
    shewho: (cartoon face)
    To say:

    1. Come to [livejournal.com profile] bmovie on Friday! It is 80s NIGHT and will be brilliant. And dress like a Lost Boy. MrrrRrrrrrr.....

    2. Belated birthday wishes to [livejournal.com profile] bluekieran for Saturday, hope BS&Q was fabulous. I was too broken to leave the house.

    3. Come to think of it, leaving the house is looking less and less likely. I have become addicted to Animal Crossing. Indeed, mostly I am addicted to trying to catch all varieties of fish in Animal Crossing. This may take all year.

    4. Yes, I am aware the DS is portable.

    5. Having said that, D is on call all week, so clearly I am trying to spend as much time out as possible like the bad person I am. It *is* Monday Club tonight, isn't it?

    ;)

    6. In your face! tube strike. You all appear to be working fine and dandy. However the morning overland train isn't as unpleasant as I had expected, and the stroll in from L'pool Street was quite refreshing. I may do this more often.

    7. Expect a big, drunken, 1-PW (?) wrestling entry later.
    shewho: (cartoon face)
    I am sorry if you disagree with me, but it is a marvellous piece of television.

    Last night, for the second week running, I cried real tears, repeatedly, at reality television. And this week I didn't even have the excuse of being tired.

    My respect for Sharon Osbourne continues, as she chooses the 'right' people to go through to the next round. 'Right' in this case equals the ones that I would have chosen. Blub blub blub. I am *such* a girl!

    I care not for Simon and his groups. None of them inspire me. Except those two blonde older brothers who are quite sweet.

    Most of the under 25s bore me also. And in fact, sound terrible. The 2 obvious exceptions being little Trevor and the little 16 year old black kid who looks like a baby Michael Jackson (whose name I can't remember). And stupid Louis Walsh choses neither of these two, who are CLEARLY the best. So many tears. Poor little boys. I want to tell them they were the best and they can do it again and Louis is an IDIOT (even though I understand his reasons and they are probably right). Is it wrong to get so involved with television?

    (It didn't help they soundtracked the little ones going home to tell their families with 'Let It Be'. I haven't cried at that one live. Honest. (Oh all right......)

    The finals of the X Factor are going to be far less white this year. I wonder how deliberate that is?

    I'm rooting for Brenda.

    ******

    In other news, I have not done much of note this weekend, due to need to sleep, sleep some more (must stop cheating on the boy with this sleep of mine), eat *all* the food, and generally attempt to make myself well. I think I may have succeeded. ROLL ON THE WEEKEND!!!

    ******

    Saturday night was my only venture into the great outdoors. To the Elephant pub in Camden for my first sup of alcohol in a while with [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic and [livejournal.com profile] 1423 and a million goths rockabillies. I like this pub. I may go back again. I did *not* get chatted up by a tattooed man, but some chick did pinch the boy's bottom. *glares*

    From there, to Soul Mole, which was full of everyone in the world, and loads of people that were completely random! There was plenty of dancing, and a few more boozes. (I should be ill more, it helps me hit that happy medium in the drinking stakes........). It was a little weird to be allegedly the blackest person in a soul club, but then a real black man appeared and all was good. Except he was desperate (along with the rest of the male population) to get it on with [livejournal.com profile] glam_razzle (who does look totally different to Lauren and anyone who gets the 2 confused is a peon). The only problem with the Mole, was the LACK OF PAUL MCCARTNEY!!! Sort it out, [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground ;P

    Lots of people had pictures taken as lesbians. I didn't. Despite rocking a lady waistcoat.

    It took a very long time to get home. Stupid nightbuses.

    ******

    This week promises to be a quiet week, so perhaps I will get some housework done. Well, excepting Wednesday's Book Club. And, errr, Friday's B Movie (maybe). And, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's otter face.

    Hmmm.
    shewho: (cartoon face)
    I am sorry if you disagree with me, but it is a marvellous piece of television.

    Last night, for the second week running, I cried real tears, repeatedly, at reality television. And this week I didn't even have the excuse of being tired.

    My respect for Sharon Osbourne continues, as she chooses the 'right' people to go through to the next round. 'Right' in this case equals the ones that I would have chosen. Blub blub blub. I am *such* a girl!

    I care not for Simon and his groups. None of them inspire me. Except those two blonde older brothers who are quite sweet.

    Most of the under 25s bore me also. And in fact, sound terrible. The 2 obvious exceptions being little Trevor and the little 16 year old black kid who looks like a baby Michael Jackson (whose name I can't remember). And stupid Louis Walsh choses neither of these two, who are CLEARLY the best. So many tears. Poor little boys. I want to tell them they were the best and they can do it again and Louis is an IDIOT (even though I understand his reasons and they are probably right). Is it wrong to get so involved with television?

    (It didn't help they soundtracked the little ones going home to tell their families with 'Let It Be'. I haven't cried at that one live. Honest. (Oh all right......)

    The finals of the X Factor are going to be far less white this year. I wonder how deliberate that is?

    I'm rooting for Brenda.

    ******

    In other news, I have not done much of note this weekend, due to need to sleep, sleep some more (must stop cheating on the boy with this sleep of mine), eat *all* the food, and generally attempt to make myself well. I think I may have succeeded. ROLL ON THE WEEKEND!!!

    ******

    Saturday night was my only venture into the great outdoors. To the Elephant pub in Camden for my first sup of alcohol in a while with [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic and [livejournal.com profile] 1423 and a million goths rockabillies. I like this pub. I may go back again. I did *not* get chatted up by a tattooed man, but some chick did pinch the boy's bottom. *glares*

    From there, to Soul Mole, which was full of everyone in the world, and loads of people that were completely random! There was plenty of dancing, and a few more boozes. (I should be ill more, it helps me hit that happy medium in the drinking stakes........). It was a little weird to be allegedly the blackest person in a soul club, but then a real black man appeared and all was good. Except he was desperate (along with the rest of the male population) to get it on with [livejournal.com profile] glam_razzle (who does look totally different to Lauren and anyone who gets the 2 confused is a peon). The only problem with the Mole, was the LACK OF PAUL MCCARTNEY!!! Sort it out, [livejournal.com profile] moleintheground ;P

    Lots of people had pictures taken as lesbians. I didn't. Despite rocking a lady waistcoat.

    It took a very long time to get home. Stupid nightbuses.

    ******

    This week promises to be a quiet week, so perhaps I will get some housework done. Well, excepting Wednesday's Book Club. And, errr, Friday's B Movie (maybe). And, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's otter face.

    Hmmm.

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