hmmm, i'm probably asking in *completely* the wrong place, but is anyone vaguely interested in the high voltage festival in victoria park?

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OH YEAH, and if you aren't going to glastonbury, well done. there is a beach babes gig supporting the fabulous penetrators (no idea, no) at the buffalo bar. no mud. near my house. HEAVEN.

inspired by a conversation with catsgomiaow over the weekend, itself inspired in turn by one of those freaky trigger dudes listening to everything i do sixteen times in a row (it's no thunder road, kids) and because i have some stupid inability to post somewhere new...

who wants some christian slater fan art??

i blimming loved robin hood: prince of thieves. yes, mainly because of mr slater. it was the first video i ever bought for myself, indeed, i think i saved up for it. (mentioned somewhere in those teenage diaries and all...)

i watched it repeatedly. and at one point i paused it, so i could do a water colour portrait of will scarlet. now, i had a little look around the flat for my ancient a3 sketch pad and came away empty handed, so i fear it is Long Gone, alas, but luckily for you i seem to have already scanned it into an ancient photobucket account.

( it is worse than i remember: )

when he starred in one flew over the cuckoo's nest in the west end i was determined to meet him. (see icon.) i also considered taking this along for him to sign. (you may remember me posting here about it.) with the benefit of hindsight, i'm pretty glad i didn't.

(i did manage to get myself ONE AWAY from him in a kissing way, ask me further in real life.)

( and here is a bonus piece of 'art' )

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you know that beach in the video for everything i do? it's in the uk somewhere. devon or cornwall or similar. my mum and brothers went there, and brought me back a rock / big pebble. i used it as a door stop for YEARS.

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dear christian, if you're reading this, will you marry me now?

it takes a very special sort of talent to re-open yesterday's papercut THAT precisely and accurately, i'll have you know.

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(other things i have learnt about my body over the past few days: sore wrists and sausage fingers are a sign of dehydration; my pupils are IMMENSE generally (either that or i've started to get high off exercise oh god help me...)

it's friday today, right? RIGHT?

6. wordwatching - alex horne

you know i love words, right? and also comedy? brilliant combination. alex horne is lovely. he is a BIG OLD GEEK and plays the french horn. i saw the 1hr edinburgh show related to this book a couple of years back and blinking loved it.

basically, he (and some carefully selected chums) made up / reappropriated some words and are trying to get them into the actual dictionary. it can be done, there is precedent, as the highly entertaining appendix demonstrates.

anyway, this book is certainly not bollo, and if you've seen me sniggering to myself repeately on the tube in the mornings it's *not* because i've been on a mental safari or anything, it's just very funny indeed.

hello the internet.

i like you, the internet.

you've amused me quite a lot over the last couple of days.

as you were, the internet.

(thank you.)

i think i'm bored of wonderful christmastime

(at least there's always bruuuuuuuuce's version of santa claus is coming to town for festive cheer!)

HMMMM.

it would appear my wallet is not in my handbag. it had better be at home :/

OMG I CAN SHRED CDS.

how incredibly satisfying.

happy birthday daddy lennon! i hope you're ok in the cupboard beneath the stairs basement now i don't live there.

i trust you've all seen this?

i would very much rather be listening to this than the current biffy clyro single. (sorry biffy.) but still no sound card. listen to this, for me, please?

ta!



now THAT'S how to use autotune.

gone fishin'.

back monday. (not this one.)

see you then, or some of youse in cornwall.

i love gypsy hotel. i do not love my sore head.

xxx

we are on at 9.45, i think!

spam is annoying, yes. but every now and then it'll come with a title such as 'may the foreskin be with you' and raise a little smile.

i said smile.

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there is a magic tube that leaves finsbury park just after 8.15am. i caught it today. it is somehow always practically empty.

my commute is so much happier for knowing this.

(and also because i have finally charged my ipod and meatloaf and weezer accompanied me on my journey.)

( books read so far this year )

13. the algebraist - iain m banks
oooh look, the first author repeated on my (puny little) list... i love iain banks's books. this is my first foray into his iain m banks catalogue. because i am scared of sci-fi. not sure why. it's quite my favourite thing to watch on television. reading it is somehow different. i think it's possibly plunging yourself into a world of 'other', made up aliens, planets and galaxies. things you can't quite picture. words you have no idea how to pronounce.

(funnily enough i've read plenty of fantasy. but then, we're brought up on tales of fairies, elves and goblins, aren't we? they're all REAL.)

anyway. this book is EXCELLENT and i loved it. it caused me to almost miss my tube stop several times, and have to do that embarrassed leg-it-off-before-the-doors-close thing. there's all sorts of intergalactic war nonsense, and the race that hold the key are beings that have been around pretty much forever, have lifespans of billions of years, and live on most gas giants across the universe.

words are slipping out...

my favourite surprise of the WHOLE book was in fact these creatures. they are called Dwellers. ( spoilers if you care )

anyway, there's no point me even trying to review books, i'm rub at it. and not much point me bimbling on about made up places and things, for they'll mean nothing to you unless you've read the book. and if you've read it, you'll know it's jolly good indeed.

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so, i'm quite in the mood for sci-fi. WHAT SHOULD I READ? nb: - i don't want anything that's part of a series. that's one step geek too far. stand alone novels only. (i think d has another stand alone iain m banks somewhere.)

apart from deciding i am a Dweller (oh don't worry i'll explain at some point. book i just finished.) and trawling the internet for fan art (which doesn't exist) i am also trawling the internet to try and find a recipe for scaltheen, which is the whisky and butter concoction the (dublin based at least) hell fire club used to drink.

"In Ireland, before the days of Father Mathew, there used to be a favourite beverage termed scaltheen, made by brewing whisky and butter together. Few could concoct it properly, for if the whisky and butter were burned too much or too little, the compound had a harsh or burnt taste, very disagreeable, and totally different from the soft, creamy flavour required."

this sounds fascinating.

i have some cheap (not irish) whisky.
i have some butter.

what's the worst that could happen?

(and wouldn't boiling whisky remove the actual booze?)

deptford beach babes gig this friday!

facebook linky

8 - 11pm, bird's nest, deptford. (32 deptford church street)

support from the wattingers.

price = FREE FREE FREE!

/pimpage

i mean, ok, cameron. SPEAK NO MORE.

but also - oooh! shiny! RATM will be supported by gogol bordello and roots manuva! (actually, was that even a ticket-holder vote? i dunno. either way, wheee! glad i have a ticket now. i *think* i have a ticket, anyway.)

argh, i may explode today.

in a mixture of nerves and excitement.

you can't say this election isn't hugely exciting. and also hugely terrifying.

by the time i get out of swing band i will be buzzing off election fever AND post-playing adrenalin. and that's before i get to bounce around to ROCK.

and at some point there'll be a result, and actual packing for ATP and oh god oh god oh god.

i need a pint.