shewho: (gin cat)
i have had a most excellent weekend, involving as it did drinks in bristol, black plastic, a lovely morning spent drinking, bowling, pub dinner and rowing, but DERE LORD, if 2 day hangovers are my punishment I SURRENDER RIGHT NOW.

you might say i almost threw up in a boat. i couldn't possibly comment.

(in other news last month i have spent:
18 days dry
4 days moderate
9 days ahahahahaha)
shewho: (gin cat)
i have had a most excellent weekend, involving as it did drinks in bristol, black plastic, a lovely morning spent drinking, bowling, pub dinner and rowing, but DERE LORD, if 2 day hangovers are my punishment I SURRENDER RIGHT NOW.

you might say i almost threw up in a boat. i couldn't possibly comment.

(in other news last month i have spent:
18 days dry
4 days moderate
9 days ahahahahaha)
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: (summer)
things i watched this weekend
zodiac - mediocre serial killer film based on a real life serial killer from the end of the sixties. forgettable.
the hammer - midlife crisis boxing comedy. occasionally mildly amusing, mostly a bit irritating. i had a weep at the end.
♥ some of shallow hal - a million times better than i expected, but jeez my expectations were terribly low to start with.
doctor who - excellent episode proving you don't need special effects and other such japery to hold the attention.

***

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

***

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

***

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

***

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

***

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

***

(and just so i don't forget, on thursday i played some poker. not very well, if i'm honest, but then there was wine. managed 4 / 6 on the first game, and was knocked out first in the second on a very unlucky all in. wah. still, i blame the new person and scarily repeatedly demonstrated beginners luck.....)
shewho: (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: (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!
    shewho: (conchords)
    TUESDAY

    Take-a-Break Tales
    ...is our first port of call. Deliciously filthy and voyeuristic, Danielle Ward has somehow made these even more disgusting. Top work! The family (including pre-teen) sitting to our left may not think so. Especially with the incest..... Very impressed by the one who isn't Issy or Danielle (or Neil), can't remember her name. A most enjoyable way to start the day.

    Loiter in the courtyard tenty bit drinking vile coffee with the flatmates and the Traps and a couple of others. The Trap are mostly unenergetic and bleh, which doesn't bode well for our next stop.....

    The Trap - Bad Play - Second Coming
    However I needn't have worried. A million times better than expected, wonderfully clever and inventive and meta. Ace. And very funny! At one point there are 9 of them, which is quite scary. I think I'm on the soundtrack. Can I demand royalties?

    Comedy for Kids
    Isabelle goes to work. Lots of small children file in, with accompanying parents. We sneak in and hide at the back. Patrick Monahan (?) is the compere, the kids are lively. We get a bit of Isy Suttie and some Carey Marx, who is quite ace and makes good use of bread. I've not seen him do his actual show, apparently his suitability for kids would be debatable! Either way, jolly good fun.

    Neil Edmonds - Knocker
    In which Neil plays the character of a door to door market researcher. You, the audience, get to create a questionnaire during the show, which he will actually then carry out the following day. And if you call him on his mobile, he'll also give you the results! You have to respect such amazing dedication. Especially when you've asked him to test that people aren't wearing a wig.
    *Reminds self to listen to answerphone message when sober and write it down*
    I really enjoy this, but I think it would depend a lot on who you've got in the audience. If you have a big bunch of good people, like us, then you get more back from it. Plus I wanted to have a little cry at some of it. I am turning into a wuss. This is the another show where I leave wanting to give its creator a little kiss on the forehead for entertaining me so well. Also, this is something I probably wouldn't have bothered seeing if [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser had not forced the issue, so well done Isabelles!

    We Are Klang - Klangbang
    I've only seen them once previously, D hadn't seen them at all before; we knew we were in for a treat. We Are Klang are glorious. There's nothing particularly deep or clever about it, but that is irrelevant, because there is nothing that isn't hilariously funny about it! Plus it takes some balls to get the audience singing that you're the best show on the fringe. Klang have balls. You'll probably see them. And I sing along as loud as possible, because I think it is probably true. I'd give them all a kiss on the forehead, but I think I'd be a little *scared*, frankly!

    Plus all the kool kids are developing bizarre crushes on Big Greg Klang. Errr.....

    (Later I try and imitate Marek Klang and smash jaffa cakes onto my forehead. Perhaps there should be a warning. Perhaps I should avoid the red witch......)

    What could possibly top this and end the day? Well....

    C90 - Daniel Kitson
    ... is a pretty safe bet. Kitson's one man play, about a chap who works collating discarded mix tapes that people have made. If you've seen Stories for the Wobbly Hearted you'll know the man has a way with words and tales. This is better. Sort of performed in the round, he demands your attention and it is all quite, quite beautiful.

    We end the day with some tasty booze, playing the Reg D Hunter game for a Long Time. (His Edinburgh show this year is called Pride & Prejudice & Niggas. You can work out the game.)

    *****

    WEDNESDAY

    Our last day in Scotland. I wake up hungover, and fail to go and see The Onomatopoeia Society, which is stupid of me. It is also [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's birthday, hurrah!

    The Wil Hodgson Holiday Special
    Maybe I have been influenced by D, but I constantly ponder what Wil was like as a wrestler, and who he trained under. I love listening to him weave stories about his life. This show mainly concentrates on a chap named Rob Noxious. I shouldn't (at my ripe old age) still be impressed by this school created name. Again I have a tear in my eye at the end. Maybe I should be put down.

    Simon Munnery's AGM
    Another brilliant concept. We get the usual fringe hour of various bits of material (a True Story of Sherlock Holmes that I haven't heard before, some venn diagrams, readings from his book, clever nappy equations) which isn't amazing if I'm honest, but in the short interval we've all written down motions. Which we then go over the road to the pub and discuss! Marvellous idea! Sitting outside a pub with some booze and Munnery and the 'good people' from the audience debating random things. And singing a scarf. I'd have love to have stayed until the last person, but we had tickets for.....

    Josie Long - Kindness & Exuberance
    Josie is so lo-fi I am jealous. I always leave her gigs inspired to make and do, and I don't think she'd want for much more than that. I leave with a pocket full of homemade badges. I think they're still in my pocket, the flat is a mess :/

    Phil Nicol - The Naked Racist
    Either you like Nicol's enthusiastic stand up or you don't. I do. D doesn't. Anyway, what I am going to say is this: if a comedian asks if anyone has been to Torture Garden, don't, in a fit of booze, but your hand up in a really energetic fashion. They will then think you are a perve. Oh yes, and if you see a show with the word 'naked' in the title, it shouldn't be surprising to see a man jumping around in the nuddy whilst playing guitar and singing. HOWEVER, and noone could prepare for this, various 'celebs' were in the audience (Jeremy Edwards (?) ex Hollyoaks, bird off the Bill, and Les Dennis). And Phil encouraged Les Dennis to get naked. Which he did. Just the top half though, PHEW!

    There was a splitting of the ways here, most people were at Dylan Moran, D was sensibly preparing to leave at silly o'clock in the morning, and I sat in Cafe Royal deciding to get wasted. Ooops. Anyway, troops are recouped, and we go to my final show of the fringe (boooo), which is a really good one (yaaaay!).

    The Honourable Men of Art
    Hurrah! A chance to see Kitson doing stand up stuff! And all his ace mates! Tonight we see David O'Doherty, Alun Cochrane, and Andy Zaltzman. John Oliver appears through the magick of the internet from a hotel room in America. It is all marvellous. I accidentally heckle a heckler. Must learn that [livejournal.com profile] shewho + red witch != quiet asides.

    So what now then? A quiet night before the 8am train tomorrow? It is now 2am....

    No. We attempt to get to the end of Dirty Book Club, but it has finished EARLY. Unfortunately the Brooks Bar (?) is still open and selling drink. I take full advantage of this, and possibly become unbearably annoying. To friends and comedians alike. However, I don't remember, so it can't be true, can it?

    Back at the flat there is just time to give [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon her birthday cake. I get my head down sometime after half 5, the cab is booked for half 7.

    Ow.

    The End.
    shewho: (conchords)
    TUESDAY

    Take-a-Break Tales
    ...is our first port of call. Deliciously filthy and voyeuristic, Danielle Ward has somehow made these even more disgusting. Top work! The family (including pre-teen) sitting to our left may not think so. Especially with the incest..... Very impressed by the one who isn't Issy or Danielle (or Neil), can't remember her name. A most enjoyable way to start the day.

    Loiter in the courtyard tenty bit drinking vile coffee with the flatmates and the Traps and a couple of others. The Trap are mostly unenergetic and bleh, which doesn't bode well for our next stop.....

    The Trap - Bad Play - Second Coming
    However I needn't have worried. A million times better than expected, wonderfully clever and inventive and meta. Ace. And very funny! At one point there are 9 of them, which is quite scary. I think I'm on the soundtrack. Can I demand royalties?

    Comedy for Kids
    Isabelle goes to work. Lots of small children file in, with accompanying parents. We sneak in and hide at the back. Patrick Monahan (?) is the compere, the kids are lively. We get a bit of Isy Suttie and some Carey Marx, who is quite ace and makes good use of bread. I've not seen him do his actual show, apparently his suitability for kids would be debatable! Either way, jolly good fun.

    Neil Edmonds - Knocker
    In which Neil plays the character of a door to door market researcher. You, the audience, get to create a questionnaire during the show, which he will actually then carry out the following day. And if you call him on his mobile, he'll also give you the results! You have to respect such amazing dedication. Especially when you've asked him to test that people aren't wearing a wig.
    *Reminds self to listen to answerphone message when sober and write it down*
    I really enjoy this, but I think it would depend a lot on who you've got in the audience. If you have a big bunch of good people, like us, then you get more back from it. Plus I wanted to have a little cry at some of it. I am turning into a wuss. This is the another show where I leave wanting to give its creator a little kiss on the forehead for entertaining me so well. Also, this is something I probably wouldn't have bothered seeing if [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser had not forced the issue, so well done Isabelles!

    We Are Klang - Klangbang
    I've only seen them once previously, D hadn't seen them at all before; we knew we were in for a treat. We Are Klang are glorious. There's nothing particularly deep or clever about it, but that is irrelevant, because there is nothing that isn't hilariously funny about it! Plus it takes some balls to get the audience singing that you're the best show on the fringe. Klang have balls. You'll probably see them. And I sing along as loud as possible, because I think it is probably true. I'd give them all a kiss on the forehead, but I think I'd be a little *scared*, frankly!

    Plus all the kool kids are developing bizarre crushes on Big Greg Klang. Errr.....

    (Later I try and imitate Marek Klang and smash jaffa cakes onto my forehead. Perhaps there should be a warning. Perhaps I should avoid the red witch......)

    What could possibly top this and end the day? Well....

    C90 - Daniel Kitson
    ... is a pretty safe bet. Kitson's one man play, about a chap who works collating discarded mix tapes that people have made. If you've seen Stories for the Wobbly Hearted you'll know the man has a way with words and tales. This is better. Sort of performed in the round, he demands your attention and it is all quite, quite beautiful.

    We end the day with some tasty booze, playing the Reg D Hunter game for a Long Time. (His Edinburgh show this year is called Pride & Prejudice & Niggas. You can work out the game.)

    *****

    WEDNESDAY

    Our last day in Scotland. I wake up hungover, and fail to go and see The Onomatopoeia Society, which is stupid of me. It is also [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon's birthday, hurrah!

    The Wil Hodgson Holiday Special
    Maybe I have been influenced by D, but I constantly ponder what Wil was like as a wrestler, and who he trained under. I love listening to him weave stories about his life. This show mainly concentrates on a chap named Rob Noxious. I shouldn't (at my ripe old age) still be impressed by this school created name. Again I have a tear in my eye at the end. Maybe I should be put down.

    Simon Munnery's AGM
    Another brilliant concept. We get the usual fringe hour of various bits of material (a True Story of Sherlock Holmes that I haven't heard before, some venn diagrams, readings from his book, clever nappy equations) which isn't amazing if I'm honest, but in the short interval we've all written down motions. Which we then go over the road to the pub and discuss! Marvellous idea! Sitting outside a pub with some booze and Munnery and the 'good people' from the audience debating random things. And singing a scarf. I'd have love to have stayed until the last person, but we had tickets for.....

    Josie Long - Kindness & Exuberance
    Josie is so lo-fi I am jealous. I always leave her gigs inspired to make and do, and I don't think she'd want for much more than that. I leave with a pocket full of homemade badges. I think they're still in my pocket, the flat is a mess :/

    Phil Nicol - The Naked Racist
    Either you like Nicol's enthusiastic stand up or you don't. I do. D doesn't. Anyway, what I am going to say is this: if a comedian asks if anyone has been to Torture Garden, don't, in a fit of booze, but your hand up in a really energetic fashion. They will then think you are a perve. Oh yes, and if you see a show with the word 'naked' in the title, it shouldn't be surprising to see a man jumping around in the nuddy whilst playing guitar and singing. HOWEVER, and noone could prepare for this, various 'celebs' were in the audience (Jeremy Edwards (?) ex Hollyoaks, bird off the Bill, and Les Dennis). And Phil encouraged Les Dennis to get naked. Which he did. Just the top half though, PHEW!

    There was a splitting of the ways here, most people were at Dylan Moran, D was sensibly preparing to leave at silly o'clock in the morning, and I sat in Cafe Royal deciding to get wasted. Ooops. Anyway, troops are recouped, and we go to my final show of the fringe (boooo), which is a really good one (yaaaay!).

    The Honourable Men of Art
    Hurrah! A chance to see Kitson doing stand up stuff! And all his ace mates! Tonight we see David O'Doherty, Alun Cochrane, and Andy Zaltzman. John Oliver appears through the magick of the internet from a hotel room in America. It is all marvellous. I accidentally heckle a heckler. Must learn that [livejournal.com profile] shewho + red witch != quiet asides.

    So what now then? A quiet night before the 8am train tomorrow? It is now 2am....

    No. We attempt to get to the end of Dirty Book Club, but it has finished EARLY. Unfortunately the Brooks Bar (?) is still open and selling drink. I take full advantage of this, and possibly become unbearably annoying. To friends and comedians alike. However, I don't remember, so it can't be true, can it?

    Back at the flat there is just time to give [livejournal.com profile] drasticsturgeon her birthday cake. I get my head down sometime after half 5, the cab is booked for half 7.

    Ow.

    The End.
    shewho: (thumbs up)
    Long time coming! But it would appear that I have nothing better to do today at work.

    WARNING!!!!!! LOTS OF WORDS ALERT!!!!

    Thursday )

    Friday )

    Saturday )

    Sunday )

    The Book Club )

    We rounded off Sunday evening in the Guilty Pleasures tent. Now, I hate the thinking behind guilty pleasures, why should you feel guilty about any of the songs? I mean, tis almost as bad as liking things IRONICALLY. Grrrr. But anyway, there was dancing the night away to brilliant things, with a possee of friends, most of the Book Club-ians, other comedians, poetry representatives and a fella who had played the main stage. Happy, smiling, drunken people. Rob Newman starting folk dancing.

    It got a bit much, and I lay on my back in the dewy grass staring at the stars. Lovely.

    *****

    Special Wings mentions to:

    ♥ Jo Neary for Denny Laine / Penny Lane. I hadn't noticed! Hee
    ♥ Charlie, for giving my 'better than Morrissey' argument merit.

    *****

    Monday was a shock, as [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and I got in a taxi at half 5 to get the train straight into our respective workplaces. Not as much of a shock as for the regular "Train Gang" whose seats we had unwittingly taken. They tried not to catch our sleepy eyes. Perhaps because we were muttering about maggots and swans called Michael and generally not making sense.

    *****

    Who fancies it next year, eh? ;)
    shewho: (thumbs up)
    Long time coming! But it would appear that I have nothing better to do today at work.

    WARNING!!!!!! LOTS OF WORDS ALERT!!!!

    Thursday )

    Friday )

    Saturday )

    Sunday )

    The Book Club )

    We rounded off Sunday evening in the Guilty Pleasures tent. Now, I hate the thinking behind guilty pleasures, why should you feel guilty about any of the songs? I mean, tis almost as bad as liking things IRONICALLY. Grrrr. But anyway, there was dancing the night away to brilliant things, with a possee of friends, most of the Book Club-ians, other comedians, poetry representatives and a fella who had played the main stage. Happy, smiling, drunken people. Rob Newman starting folk dancing.

    It got a bit much, and I lay on my back in the dewy grass staring at the stars. Lovely.

    *****

    Special Wings mentions to:

    ♥ Jo Neary for Denny Laine / Penny Lane. I hadn't noticed! Hee
    ♥ Charlie, for giving my 'better than Morrissey' argument merit.

    *****

    Monday was a shock, as [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser and I got in a taxi at half 5 to get the train straight into our respective workplaces. Not as much of a shock as for the regular "Train Gang" whose seats we had unwittingly taken. They tried not to catch our sleepy eyes. Perhaps because we were muttering about maggots and swans called Michael and generally not making sense.

    *****

    Who fancies it next year, eh? ;)

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