Thursday, September 29, 2005

it's my blog & i'll plug if i want to

well, a couple of very pleasant evenings have passed. codenamelizzy came round for tea and brainstorming last night, which was very lovely, and tonight have just got back from curry and madness with the fabulous eggplants.

They are in town to play a gig at the Water Rats Theatre tomorrow night, so if you are free I expect to see you all there!

Monday, September 26, 2005

tell me why i don't like sundays...

So, another weekend has passed, and I survived more or less in tact, despite turning a year older on Sunday…It started with a lovely laid back Saturday – ventured to the DIY heaven of B&Q (sadly in the real Croydon, as opposed to the shark’s much happier NY version) to buy purple paint for the communal room in flat (which has now been dubbed the ‘drugs den’, despite having not actually seen, smelt, tasted or snorted any semblance of drug, tho it may have encountered a stray feminax last week…). Found a very fine purple – Amethyst Falls 2 in the Dulux range should anyone care – pics will probably follow shortly, and returned home to enthusiastically apply the first coat.

Afternoon was spent Sainsbury’s shopping (steadfastly ignoring the growing mince pie displays), and preparing a bribery dinner for the EB, who came round and gallantly assisted with remedying my lack of curtains – yes, one week on from curtaingate, and no more are neighbours at risk from glimpsing me stumbling in/out of bed – hurrah! Was also of course lovely to see the EB and catch up having not seen him since our Madrid trip back in August.

Sunday also started calmly (tho slightly later and with a little more hangover than intended, and I thought that I was actually going to survive the weekend, not to mention my birthday, with no trauma at all….how naively wrong I was! So, I decide to treat myself to a bit of birthday shopping up on Oxford/Regent Street (really girly things, such as the Imovie HD manual…), and we’re on a bus heading to our last port of call, the mothership that is HMV (which has a bargainous sale on – Neil Young ‘Harvest’ for only £2.99!), and are in sight of it, when there’s suddenly a large jolt and a loud bang type sound. Well never having been in any sort of accident before, it took me a couple of seconds to realise what had happened – we’d hit someone…my friend and I were by the door so, jumped off and immediately became involved in helping the woman who’d been hit (she’s a nurse, and I’m first-aid ish trained), and after the longest 5 minutes of my life the ambulance arrived…the woman was conscious when they arrived so hopefully she’s OK…

So, then it was straight home for recovery G&T’s all round….

I think next weekend I’ll just stay at home and hide.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Why oh why oh why...?

So, here we are, 3 months and a day away from Christmas, and yet Sainsbury's seem to be working to a different time:christmas continuum to the rest of us, and have festive mince pies onsale in big displays already. And what's more people are buying them...Is this consumerism gone mad? Has no-one heard of the all year round, non-festive, mince pie alternative of eccles cakes? Discuss.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

where for art thou romeo...?

Much hecticness occurring today on the work front...preparation for big board meeting tomorrow, most dull indeed. Then, just as i thought the day was ending, mad rush occurred to proof and edit the aforementioned dvd result of my film-editing skills...I was rather pleased with the result, when suddenly my boss enquires "why haven't we got any Montague/Capulet footage"? Well, I look at him quizzically while rapidly reviewing my (admittedly limited) knowledge of ballet. Having convincingly reassured myself that I am clearly the saner one in the room I supply my justification for the glaring lack of shakespearean family feudal action - "because it's a dvd of bloody swan lake". The room was remarkably quiet thereafter.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

New-flat-mate-to-be has just been round to re-check out flat....somehow 2 hours and a bottle or so of wine have mysteriously disappeared - I think this flatshare is going to work out just fine! Which is a good thing, as I've been somewhat nervous about sharing my abode again, having not done so since my dim and distant student days...and now tis time for lost, so it's goodnight from me...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005


well, am writing this having just dismounted from a stepladder, upon which I've been plastering in a large hole in my newly decorated wall. The hole appeared at the weekend and formed the centrefugal point of a generally stressful couple of days...

it began with my slowly rejoining the wakeful world on saturday morning, somehow still feeling sleep deprived, despite having been safely nestled in my (fabulously round) bed for close to 11 hours - I blame my friend's birthday on thursday, from which i drunkenly arrived home at around 4am, allowing a generous 2.5hrs of alcohol dazed sleep before heading off to the office, where I somewhat randomly had to be a film editor for the day (am sure that wasn't in my job description - guess it comes under the onerous 'and any other duties as appropriate' section, along with coffee making and filtering porn, as opposed to filtering coffee and making porn, which I clearly don't do!).

Anyway, back to, I'm now awake, and am contemplating a relaxing day of joyous domesticity. I dutifully do all the general getting up morning things, shove a first load of laundry on, open my curtains (note presence of curtains at this juncture) and plan where to start next with the ongoing task of unpacking, having only recently moved into my (well jazzshark's actually) fab flat. I'm feeling most motivated when my phone rings, and a friend of mine forces me to meet her for brunch up in took a lot of persuading I can tell you! So Saturday then becomes a write off, as brunch continues into afternoon, at which point I have to head off to my secret other job, at Hammersmith Apollo (a very fine venue indeed!)

Post-work drinking ensued once back in 'the 'hood', at the very fine escape bar, followed by further drinking and pizza back in the flat....

And so to sunday, where I awake feeling sleep deprived (again), open my curtains, and am met by a large, low flying lump of metal flying towards my head, swiftly followed by a trail of white curtainage. Narrowly avoiding certain (or should that be curtain?) death, I look up to see that where my lovely chrome curtain wire bracket used to be, there is now a gaping hole, haemorraging plaster dust on to the (newly cleaned) carpet...bollocks!

Casting all thoughts of domesticity aside once again, I do what any normal person would do, and run away from the scene rapidly, deciding to go and check out the Thames Festival casually enjoying some pasta in one of the new riverside restaurants, when we are suddenly evacuated from area in random bomb scare, resulting from some fool dropping a rucksack on to the lift leading to the bridge...twat! By now feeling fed up, cold and still sleep deprived, I decide home is safer after all, and head home to assess the damage, in the vague hope it had miraculously fixed itself while i'd been out...sadly, it hadn't...

so, a trip to B & Q, a tub of polyfilla, and half an hour up a step-ladder later, I may not have curtains again yet, but the hole has been vanquished - hurrah!

Monday, September 19, 2005

just say no...

So, I've finally bowed to growing peer pressure, and joined the blogging epidemic that seems to be taking over the virtual world...well, it was a quiet afternoon at work, so I thought I might as well do something productive(?!) with my time...Sadly, it took me so long to learn html in order to turn my background purple (ah yes, I have my priorities set) and stop everything appearing in block caps, that I had to leave before being able to actually post anything, ho-hum. But after yet another trip to ikea (the third in three weeks - its a worry when the hot dog seller starts to recognise you...), here I am, with time for just a quick note before bedtime, which I think is probably now, so good night!

for steve...