shewho: (baboon)
technology, it hates me. waging a silent, slightly irritating war.

i have a two alarm morning set up. one that lives on my bedside table goes off about 6.30am. i turn it immediately off, but am roused enough to not ignore the second one. the second one is my mobile. my mobile hates me. it goes of at 7.15. i hit snooze for 9 minutes. it goes off again. i hit snooze for another 9 minutes. it goes off again. i get up.

this system has done me well for blinking ages. until this morning. where, i would argue, my mobile refused to go off at all. d would argue perhaps, that he heard it go off, heard me turn it off. he would be WRONG.

i was late today, by 20 minutes, another rare event. about a year or so ago i was repeatedly at least 40 minutes late and DIDN'T CARE.

***

my phone has also learnt another thing. i am Quite Good with keylock, because of accidental messaging. and even have handy fake names to stop me messaging alexes and zaras and the like.

if i open the camera lens cover, mind, all bets are off. which is handy for spur of the moment photos. but IT NOW KNOWS it can send junk picture messages. and does so.

***

i don't trust technology.

***

bestival tomorrow. guess who isn't ready?

to do tonight:
- purchase supplies.
- decant booze into plastic.
- finish some sewing.
- DO ALL THE PACKING.
- sleep at a sensible hour.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

***

finished The Shield last night. shane is still a DICK. poor ronnie. etc etc. WHAT TO DO NOW? i have started watching Sons of Anarchy, which is about a biker gang, purely because Dutch is in it. it's not the same.
shewho: (baboon)
technology, it hates me. waging a silent, slightly irritating war.

i have a two alarm morning set up. one that lives on my bedside table goes off about 6.30am. i turn it immediately off, but am roused enough to not ignore the second one. the second one is my mobile. my mobile hates me. it goes of at 7.15. i hit snooze for 9 minutes. it goes off again. i hit snooze for another 9 minutes. it goes off again. i get up.

this system has done me well for blinking ages. until this morning. where, i would argue, my mobile refused to go off at all. d would argue perhaps, that he heard it go off, heard me turn it off. he would be WRONG.

i was late today, by 20 minutes, another rare event. about a year or so ago i was repeatedly at least 40 minutes late and DIDN'T CARE.

***

my phone has also learnt another thing. i am Quite Good with keylock, because of accidental messaging. and even have handy fake names to stop me messaging alexes and zaras and the like.

if i open the camera lens cover, mind, all bets are off. which is handy for spur of the moment photos. but IT NOW KNOWS it can send junk picture messages. and does so.

***

i don't trust technology.

***

bestival tomorrow. guess who isn't ready?

to do tonight:
- purchase supplies.
- decant booze into plastic.
- finish some sewing.
- DO ALL THE PACKING.
- sleep at a sensible hour.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

***

finished The Shield last night. shane is still a DICK. poor ronnie. etc etc. WHAT TO DO NOW? i have started watching Sons of Anarchy, which is about a biker gang, purely because Dutch is in it. it's not the same.
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: (conchords)
Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

Saturday )

***

sunday )

***

Monday )

***

Tuesday )

***

Wednesday )

***

Thursday )

***

The End.

***


Shows Seen = 24.

Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (conchords)
    Criminy, I feel so apathetic at the moment. Let's see if I can be bothered typing and finishing this. I expect it will be brief. And full of gloom. Is this what the run up to 30 is like?

    Saturday )

    ***

    sunday )

    ***

    Monday )

    ***

    Tuesday )

    ***

    Wednesday )

    ***

    Thursday )

    ***

    The End.

    ***


    Shows Seen = 24.

    Top Five (in no particular order):

  • Tim Minchin
  • Alex Horne
  • David O'Doherty (Kids show)
  • Elizabeth and Raleigh
  • Honourable Men of Art. Or perhaps Ms Emin. Yes. The actual art.
  • shewho: (summer)
    you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

    last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

    ***

    thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

    all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

    ***

    also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

    some top things though:
    bands:
    black kids
    eli "paperboy" reed
    seasick steve
    elbow
    sigur ros
    the go! team

    other:
    managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
    the radio 4 tent
    ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
    magic performer wristbands
    MFMO
    book club
    stefan coward's ace play
    SCREAMING book at bed time
    the secret piano in the woods
    &c &c &c....

    of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....
    shewho: (summer)
    you know it's summer proper when you're watching comedy previews in [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's front room.

    last week saw mark allen and terry saunders on wednesday tuesday. mark's show is called "....pet project" and features an awful lot of furries. despite this, and my (totally irrational) loathing of the aforementioned creatures, i do not vomit, and it is jolly good indeed. terry's show, in contrast, is called "figure 8", and i love elliot smith. it is a gloriously inventive love story.

    ***

    thursday wednesday saw another front room preview. james dowdeswell and carey marx. the two shows complement each other wonderfully. james is a lovely chap trying to be a bit harder and nastier, and carey is trying to be cleaner and less wrong and filthy.

    all four shows were shaping up quite wonderfully, and i have no hesitation in recommending all of 'em if you happen to be wandering around edinburgh this august. none at all.

    ***

    also on wednesday some final ticket sorting was managed so that thursday d and i could head merrily off to latitude festival, wheeee! which was all jolly outdoors wholesome (as wholesome as i get) fun. tl;dr entry to follow at some point, hopefully before friday.

    some top things though:
    bands:
    black kids
    eli "paperboy" reed
    seasick steve
    elbow
    sigur ros
    the go! team

    other:
    managing to meet up with all the ace people that were in various places
    the radio 4 tent
    ross noble / robin ince - THE PEEL OFF
    magic performer wristbands
    MFMO
    book club
    stefan coward's ace play
    SCREAMING book at bed time
    the secret piano in the woods
    &c &c &c....

    of course, there were some less good incidents, fractionated camping, a bit of rain, a spot of illness, and man, the fun of illegally sneaking backstage was somewhat lessened by being actually *allowed*, but we'll leave all that for now.....
    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: (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: (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: (thumbs up)
    Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

    ***

    Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

    Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

    Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

    Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

    Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

    Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

    Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

    ***

    Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

    ***

    If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
    shewho: (thumbs up)
    Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

    ***

    Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

    Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

    Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

    Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

    Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

    Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

    Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

    ***

    Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

    ***

    If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    I'm BACK!

    - slightly sunburned.
    - having been bitten by some horrible beasties which appear to have given me an allergic reaction.
    - stupidly over tired.
    - 2.5hrs sleep on the train last night / this morning - does that count as straight through?
    - haha, i just tried to order a g&t in the sarnie shop, instead of Emergency Bacon Sandwich.
    - there will be a lot more much later.
    - it's going to take me a Long Time to read the internets, if there's anything important, lemme know here.
    - oh yes, mobile battery died at 1.30 this morning, whilst trying to persuade a magician to come dancing to Europe. i'll see who's won later.
    - no voice posting! be proud of me :)
    - for the moment, suffice it to say, LATITUDE IS THE BEST FESTIVAL IN THE WORLD, EVER.
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    I'm BACK!

    - slightly sunburned.
    - having been bitten by some horrible beasties which appear to have given me an allergic reaction.
    - stupidly over tired.
    - 2.5hrs sleep on the train last night / this morning - does that count as straight through?
    - haha, i just tried to order a g&t in the sarnie shop, instead of Emergency Bacon Sandwich.
    - there will be a lot more much later.
    - it's going to take me a Long Time to read the internets, if there's anything important, lemme know here.
    - oh yes, mobile battery died at 1.30 this morning, whilst trying to persuade a magician to come dancing to Europe. i'll see who's won later.
    - no voice posting! be proud of me :)
    - for the moment, suffice it to say, LATITUDE IS THE BEST FESTIVAL IN THE WORLD, EVER.
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    *Takes deep breath*

    Here goes!

    This entry is likely to contain overexcited babbling along the lines of 'FLUMES!' 'Bring the NOISE!' 'HELL YEAH!' 'Drink through!' 'Straight through!' 'I've been really irritating...' )

    ****

    This is ridiculously long! I am making an editorial decision to put the rest of Saturday and Sunday in another entry. Blimey. tl;dr indeed!












    * In my family, this means you've won. Won what, I don't know, but it's always satisfying...
    ** "Hardest working man in rock and roll" apparently! I'm pretty sure this is true, seeing as he did seem to be in 75% of the bands on in some way or another.....!
    *** You all love me even though I'm REALLY annoying, don't you?
    **** Alone Again Or, plus that one I can sing to you if you like but the only lyric I can remember right now is "....street, yeah..... Tell me!
    shewho: (ginbooze)
    *Takes deep breath*

    Here goes!

    This entry is likely to contain overexcited babbling along the lines of 'FLUMES!' 'Bring the NOISE!' 'HELL YEAH!' 'Drink through!' 'Straight through!' 'I've been really irritating...' )

    ****

    This is ridiculously long! I am making an editorial decision to put the rest of Saturday and Sunday in another entry. Blimey. tl;dr indeed!












    * In my family, this means you've won. Won what, I don't know, but it's always satisfying...
    ** "Hardest working man in rock and roll" apparently! I'm pretty sure this is true, seeing as he did seem to be in 75% of the bands on in some way or another.....!
    *** You all love me even though I'm REALLY annoying, don't you?
    **** Alone Again Or, plus that one I can sing to you if you like but the only lyric I can remember right now is "....street, yeah..... Tell me!

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