Foul Moods and Robin Ince's Book Club

my favourite book is currently 'Wicked' by Gregory Maguire

last night I was supposed to leg it to near Highbury tube for canapes and champagne to celebrate the building of a house. however, it was hot, I wasn't hungry, and I don't like champagne, so I made my way slowly to Great Portland Street before the Book Club. after a couple of hours of my own company, I was in a foul mood. this probably Says Something.

anyway, I *really* didn't want to sit at the front. so we did. and it was uncomfortable. and Robin kept asking me things, and I didn't want to answer cos I was sad. luckily, the lovely chap who's name I never remember cos I am cr@p like that knocked over the mic on the way offstage, and my cunning reactions (realised that if it fell off he'd get shouted at and never allowed back at the karaoke again) caught it, and somehow for the evening I was christened "Moonchild" which cheered me up somewhat. As did the lovely addlestones cider they have at the Albany. in fact, if you are feeling a little down and weepy, having comedians take the p1ss out of you repeatedly is a wonderful cure.

I was quite well behaved, restraining self from telling Robin Ince exactly why all Smiths songs should be in Ukranian (seeing as I swear I have ranted about Morrissey hatred to him before - not a Good Idea), and restraining self from confessing teh best wig was clearly "that one I wanted to nick from the sick cancer children at work that gives you dreads". It is good to know my boozebrain isn't *completely* stupid.

Anyway, who else was there? Lovely martylog and his fancy accordian playing, Josie Long who I love more and more and more (that girl is a genius), 'David Bowie' (bonus points to self for not attempting dad-rewiring-bowie's-house story), Peter whatsit and his sheep (I'm sorry, much as I feel for the man and think he is lovely, I don't find him particularly funny), Gary Le Strange (starts off not so well, tells me off for looking at him funny (probably with disdain), gets a million times better with the 2nd song about aliens stealing the stereo and has me laughing again yay), gawk a go-go (scary Tom Jones tumour gurning in my face - SCARY!), the Pros from Dover (really like these guys, they are there every month and this month they do repeat something I have seen before but I forgive them as it is the ace accidental killing/dating thingy.... my footstool serves as a prop-rest), the gay raconteur (who has a way of making me want to listen forever. Why am I so crap with names?), ack god there was more but I am tired and a little hungover.

Ow.

hahahahaha and I love how even the vaguest mention of my aunt, in any innocent circumstances, induces near hysterics in me and others. family gatherings need never be a pain again!

speaking of which, the only thing i have planned this weekend is a family bbq on sunday.

what else should i be doing?

[Poll #518496]

(there is a clever answer why this is viewable to none I s'pose, if people don't want everyone to know about secret things, however the truth is I am a fule. you heard it here first last)

Foul Moods and Robin Ince's Book Club

my favourite book is currently 'Wicked' by Gregory Maguire

last night I was supposed to leg it to near Highbury tube for canapes and champagne to celebrate the building of a house. however, it was hot, I wasn't hungry, and I don't like champagne, so I made my way slowly to Great Portland Street before the Book Club. after a couple of hours of my own company, I was in a foul mood. this probably Says Something.

anyway, I *really* didn't want to sit at the front. so we did. and it was uncomfortable. and Robin kept asking me things, and I didn't want to answer cos I was sad. luckily, the lovely chap who's name I never remember cos I am cr@p like that knocked over the mic on the way offstage, and my cunning reactions (realised that if it fell off he'd get shouted at and never allowed back at the karaoke again) caught it, and somehow for the evening I was christened "Moonchild" which cheered me up somewhat. As did the lovely addlestones cider they have at the Albany. in fact, if you are feeling a little down and weepy, having comedians take the p1ss out of you repeatedly is a wonderful cure.

I was quite well behaved, restraining self from telling Robin Ince exactly why all Smiths songs should be in Ukranian (seeing as I swear I have ranted about Morrissey hatred to him before - not a Good Idea), and restraining self from confessing teh best wig was clearly "that one I wanted to nick from the sick cancer children at work that gives you dreads". It is good to know my boozebrain isn't *completely* stupid.

Anyway, who else was there? Lovely martylog and his fancy accordian playing, Josie Long who I love more and more and more (that girl is a genius), 'David Bowie' (bonus points to self for not attempting dad-rewiring-bowie's-house story), Peter whatsit and his sheep (I'm sorry, much as I feel for the man and think he is lovely, I don't find him particularly funny), Gary Le Strange (starts off not so well, tells me off for looking at him funny (probably with disdain), gets a million times better with the 2nd song about aliens stealing the stereo and has me laughing again yay), gawk a go-go (scary Tom Jones tumour gurning in my face - SCARY!), the Pros from Dover (really like these guys, they are there every month and this month they do repeat something I have seen before but I forgive them as it is the ace accidental killing/dating thingy.... my footstool serves as a prop-rest), the gay raconteur (who has a way of making me want to listen forever. Why am I so crap with names?), ack god there was more but I am tired and a little hungover.

Ow.

hahahahaha and I love how even the vaguest mention of my aunt, in any innocent circumstances, induces near hysterics in me and others. family gatherings need never be a pain again!

speaking of which, the only thing i have planned this weekend is a family bbq on sunday.

what else should i be doing?

[Poll #518496]

(there is a clever answer why this is viewable to none I s'pose, if people don't want everyone to know about secret things, however the truth is I am a fule. you heard it here first last)

flattery will get you everywhere

this is quite lovely!

flattery will get you everywhere

this is quite lovely!