shewho: (gin cat)
feel rotten as all hell today.

i WILL force down this cuppasoup, if it's the last thing i do!

hurrah for gorgeous boyfriends who will get up early to try and make you feel better with a tasty eggy / bacon sandwich and excellent hugs.

still, excellent weekend there. somewhat unexpected turn of events, though, eh.
shewho: (gin cat)
feel rotten as all hell today.

i WILL force down this cuppasoup, if it's the last thing i do!

hurrah for gorgeous boyfriends who will get up early to try and make you feel better with a tasty eggy / bacon sandwich and excellent hugs.

still, excellent weekend there. somewhat unexpected turn of events, though, eh.

idiot

Nov. 1st, 2007 12:24 pm
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
i am a drunken idiot.

what i remember of book club was quite lovely, and funny, and yay. dinner of stinky cheese and half a bottle of wine doesn't help me stay sober. a further bottle of wine (BAD [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague) certainly helped matters take their usual, inevitable course. i hope i wasn't *too* embarrassing.

i have NO recollection of getting home, but apparently fell over in the bathroom, which would explain my bruised back.

overslept like an idiot. taking [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets to the pub (ORANGE JUICE, watkins, ORANGE juice) for lunch. leaving early for more comedy. dedication to work is astounding. and mooners later!

i predict actual, proper, death.

cripes.

idiot

Nov. 1st, 2007 12:24 pm
shewho: (bitter gothic tear)
i am a drunken idiot.

what i remember of book club was quite lovely, and funny, and yay. dinner of stinky cheese and half a bottle of wine doesn't help me stay sober. a further bottle of wine (BAD [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague) certainly helped matters take their usual, inevitable course. i hope i wasn't *too* embarrassing.

i have NO recollection of getting home, but apparently fell over in the bathroom, which would explain my bruised back.

overslept like an idiot. taking [livejournal.com profile] teaandcrumpets to the pub (ORANGE JUICE, watkins, ORANGE juice) for lunch. leaving early for more comedy. dedication to work is astounding. and mooners later!

i predict actual, proper, death.

cripes.
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)
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: (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: (bad idea bears)
    Dear the internet, I have returned from ATP. The hangover hit around Reading (pesky Reading!), movement and coherent thought / speech became nigh on impossible. The urge to vomit was intense. I held on, through will alone. Got home, passed out for 3 hours curled tightly into a foetal position. AWAY WITH YOU VILE WORLD!

    ATP was freaking BRILLIANT. More on this when the shaking subsides. I am almost desirous of trying to get a ticket to ATP vs The Fans. Tempt me?

    ***

    Also, who remembers deletedgoth [livejournal.com profile] dumbgenius? He's back on the internets, hurrah!
    shewho: (bad idea bears)
    Dear the internet, I have returned from ATP. The hangover hit around Reading (pesky Reading!), movement and coherent thought / speech became nigh on impossible. The urge to vomit was intense. I held on, through will alone. Got home, passed out for 3 hours curled tightly into a foetal position. AWAY WITH YOU VILE WORLD!

    ATP was freaking BRILLIANT. More on this when the shaking subsides. I am almost desirous of trying to get a ticket to ATP vs The Fans. Tempt me?

    ***

    Also, who remembers deletedgoth [livejournal.com profile] dumbgenius? He's back on the internets, hurrah!
    shewho: (cheese!)
    Not the most auspicious start to the day, heading for drilling and filling at the dentists. Especially when your hygienist tells you they “can’t be bothered with today” then mopes about and spends some time talking to the dentist (who has to be yelled at to get downstairs) about being up all night in tears. CONCENTRATE ON MY MOUTH!

    He asks if I want an injection or to try without. [AHEM. Always Say Yes To Free Drugs.*] Then manages to get half of it on my tongue.**

    At least this time he wasn’t drunk!

    Apart from that, all goes according to plan. 2 fillings, back next week for the final one. Staggered payment. I make him EARN his £240 if I’m honest; I’m a rubbish dental patient. For one so loud and gobby, I have a very small mouth, which can’t happily accommodate fingers, drills and suction at the same time. “Open wide!” he says, not realising I am. And my gag reflex is somewhat hyperactive with suction. Plus I keep forgetting to breathe. Good lord, how incompetent am I?!

    ***

    Last night to Herman Dune (via rendezvous, breadzilla, cheese and pints at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese) at that bit of a student union where they have Collide-A-Scope. The one that isn’t David*** isn’t there, and they aren’t as magical as they were at ATP last year. I suppose ‘discovering’ an amazing band with the first act you venture out for helps with the magic. And general ATP goodness. (Oooh! ATP kids! Physical tickets arrived in the post this morning! I did a little “squee”!) Anyway, yes, the band. Clearly the David Herman Dune songs are the ones I like best anyway****, so plus points for ace set list. And choice of cover versions. But something is missing. Still very good indeed, but not amazing.

    One thing I did discover last night is that I do have an actual bad back*****, causing me to have to sit down like an old woman 45minutes in. I think I might visit a chiropractor, anyone able to recommend one?

    ***

    Herman Dune, however, paled into insignificance due to the glorious song that came onto my iPod whilst walking over Blackfriars Bridge. I could not keep the glee (nor the giggles) from my face, I think many commuters thought I was a)high or b)laughing at them. And more joy, as [livejournal.com profile] lanarak is not only aware of it, but appreciates its worth! FANTASTIC lyrics under the cut, see if you can guess who it is. Then I’ll tell you what it sounds like. Don’t cheat, there’s at least 2 of you that’ll probably either know or be able to guess easily…..

    Excerpt of lyrics below! )

    Kudos and points to [livejournal.com profile] darkship for correctly identifying Meatloaf, from Bat III. In the Land of the Pigs (The Butcher is King). It is amazingly overblown, and somewhere between Gary le Strange and Iron Maiden. Excellent. In a highly dubious fashion.

    ***

    I did a stupid meme this morning that said I was Ani di Franco. Which is silly really, I don’t think I’ve actually (knowingly) ever heard her work.













    * Not a motto per se…..
    ** I still haven’t been able to get my stud back in! Stupid floppy mouth.
    *** Ivor? Ivan? Brian? Percy? WHATEVS. [Andre. Yes.]
    **** Good For No One is my favourite I think. That, or Baby Bigger.
    ***** Aside from my rotten shoulder girdle, which hasn't been right for years.
    shewho: (cheese!)
    Not the most auspicious start to the day, heading for drilling and filling at the dentists. Especially when your hygienist tells you they “can’t be bothered with today” then mopes about and spends some time talking to the dentist (who has to be yelled at to get downstairs) about being up all night in tears. CONCENTRATE ON MY MOUTH!

    He asks if I want an injection or to try without. [AHEM. Always Say Yes To Free Drugs.*] Then manages to get half of it on my tongue.**

    At least this time he wasn’t drunk!

    Apart from that, all goes according to plan. 2 fillings, back next week for the final one. Staggered payment. I make him EARN his £240 if I’m honest; I’m a rubbish dental patient. For one so loud and gobby, I have a very small mouth, which can’t happily accommodate fingers, drills and suction at the same time. “Open wide!” he says, not realising I am. And my gag reflex is somewhat hyperactive with suction. Plus I keep forgetting to breathe. Good lord, how incompetent am I?!

    ***

    Last night to Herman Dune (via rendezvous, breadzilla, cheese and pints at Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese) at that bit of a student union where they have Collide-A-Scope. The one that isn’t David*** isn’t there, and they aren’t as magical as they were at ATP last year. I suppose ‘discovering’ an amazing band with the first act you venture out for helps with the magic. And general ATP goodness. (Oooh! ATP kids! Physical tickets arrived in the post this morning! I did a little “squee”!) Anyway, yes, the band. Clearly the David Herman Dune songs are the ones I like best anyway****, so plus points for ace set list. And choice of cover versions. But something is missing. Still very good indeed, but not amazing.

    One thing I did discover last night is that I do have an actual bad back*****, causing me to have to sit down like an old woman 45minutes in. I think I might visit a chiropractor, anyone able to recommend one?

    ***

    Herman Dune, however, paled into insignificance due to the glorious song that came onto my iPod whilst walking over Blackfriars Bridge. I could not keep the glee (nor the giggles) from my face, I think many commuters thought I was a)high or b)laughing at them. And more joy, as [livejournal.com profile] lanarak is not only aware of it, but appreciates its worth! FANTASTIC lyrics under the cut, see if you can guess who it is. Then I’ll tell you what it sounds like. Don’t cheat, there’s at least 2 of you that’ll probably either know or be able to guess easily…..

    Excerpt of lyrics below! )

    Kudos and points to [livejournal.com profile] darkship for correctly identifying Meatloaf, from Bat III. In the Land of the Pigs (The Butcher is King). It is amazingly overblown, and somewhere between Gary le Strange and Iron Maiden. Excellent. In a highly dubious fashion.

    ***

    I did a stupid meme this morning that said I was Ani di Franco. Which is silly really, I don’t think I’ve actually (knowingly) ever heard her work.













    * Not a motto per se…..
    ** I still haven’t been able to get my stud back in! Stupid floppy mouth.
    *** Ivor? Ivan? Brian? Percy? WHATEVS. [Andre. Yes.]
    **** Good For No One is my favourite I think. That, or Baby Bigger.
    ***** Aside from my rotten shoulder girdle, which hasn't been right for years.

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