PIXIES (FU, BB!)
I saw the Pixies on Wednesday! First time I’ve ever seen them. Absolutely fantastic. I may not be able to forgive them for not playing Gigantic, but they pretty much made up for it with the rest of the show.
Actually, I’m starting at the end here. Let’s go from Tuesday night!
So yes, that was the night I was lucky enough to go to a recording of the new series of Never Mind The Buzzcocks with the lovely Grace, the lovely Sophie, and their lovely friends. Front row! It’s a funny little show to see be recorded… I’ve only ever been to sitcoms before (check: IT Crowd) which are basically start:stop:start:stop. This one just rolled straight through, with amendments made at the end.
It was good good good. I won’t say anything more about that in case anyone is waiting to watch it on the telly! They have a new round though… And the host our night was Jack Whitehall. Jack Whitehall who is ONLY 21. Jesus. That kid has it made from here on in!
We somehow lost Sophie and her gang on the way out, so headed across the way to the seemingly pointless Wood Lane tube station (it’s a 1 minute walk from White City. So… Why?) and made our way back home. Anticlimatic, yes, but I’ve seldom been so happy to fall into bed. Knackered! So much applauding wiped it out of me!
Anyway, that were a good night! HUGE thank yous to Grace and Sophie 
This is a very poorly written blog, I do apologise.
I’m carrying on regardless.
So Wednesday. Yes. PIXIES! How exciting! But first Big Ben. Yes, we went. We got soaked. We flipped the shit out of that clock.
You can’t see anyone except Anna in that video. Therefore she wins.
We nearly killed someone on the way there. Running late meant a run across the road toward Parliament Square as the clock started it’s chime. We got there bang as the bongs started (that’s a great sentence, non?). A young lady on her own braved our company. Two minutes later she was dodging cars in the pouring rain with us. I hope she made it….
Pixies. Wow. Amazing. Not a clue who the support was (Bombay Bicycle Club? WHO?) but couldn’t care less anyway. Slightly bitter that the support the following night was Art Brut. I like them; ace live band.
Okay, I’m going to leave you here, darlings. I’m hating my writing style this evening; will leave it until another day when I’m capable of being vaguely witty/ amusing (I can’t promise this day will come).
Mucho love
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Story time
You may or may not (let’s be honest, probably not) have noticed that I’ve been rather quiet on here lately. I’d like to put that down to simply not having the time but I think we all know that’d be a lie! I spend far too much time bleating endlessly on twitter to be able to get away with telling such porkies.
No, the sad truth is that everything has been, well, not dull. But all really rather normal and unexciting. I thought you probably wouldn’t be all that interested in reading all about it!
The story is no different today I’m afraid, but I don’t want you to think I’ve abandoned you (and I know you come here because that fancy stats chart that wordpress has now tells me so! And wow, thanks I’m genuinely thrilled that folks swing by here as often as they apparently do) so I’ve decided that, when life is currently normal and rather on the mundane side, I’ll tell you a story about something from a while back.
Let’s hope I can recall enough amusing/ interesting tales to keep you amused! Do let me know if I’m boring you though. Not that I’ll really change anything, mind. It’s still my blog. MINE! *hugs blog possessively*
Right, now that we’ve established that, on with the tale!
This takes me back to when I was very very small, maybe about 3 or 4. My mother always swore blind I was a cute child. I’ve seen the photos and would argue this but anyway. My big sister was falling into the brit-pop/ grunge/ punk scene that was about to make it big, and she’d discovered a few bands with some naughty words in their lyrics. Obviously this was fine, mother just pretended not to hear it. Whenever I was around, censored versions (bless) of albums were played, which meant that any track with swearing in was skipped.
This was mostly fine, but being as nosey as I was, it was inevitable that I was going to be overhearing more than was planned. This was largely unknown until one dark day in Tesco.
I was there with my mum, and was sitting on the little barrier that stops trolleys from knocking into the shelves. As my mother tells it, I was sitting there looking as angelic as I could manage. I was very small and had big curly hair and wore lots of pink and was very smiley. I’d seated myself in front of the cakes whilst my mother was browsing the shelves next to me. A little old lady came to look at the display behind and made the mistake of making contact with me. As the elderly lady smiled at me and leant over to investigate the sugary treats, I took a breath and told her “please don’t fuck the cakes”.
Mum says she the little old lady stopped dead in her tracks. Unfortunately mum then make the classic parent mistake of saying “what did you say?” to which I cheerfully repeated my carefully chosen words.
I believe that my sister got a lot of stick for that one.
NEXT TIME: The day I fell into the toilet on a train. Oooohhhh ‘citing.
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Desiderata
This is something that we had a print of in my house as I was growing up. Perhaps I’m overly sentimental, but I do really like it. I read somewhere that you’re supposed to read it regularly in order to help your outlook on life and your tolerance and understanding for others : )
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and agressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself to others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all it’s sham drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, 1927
Photos an’ stuff
Alright, so I know I joined flickr ages ago. And I know that I forgot all about it. But that won’t happen again. Well, not as long as people keep looking in occasionally. So basically, if I forget about it again, then it’s your fault. Muchos love as always!
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Orf to the homelands
This will be a delight. I’m heading back down south tomorrow for a few days. It’s my big sister’s birthday (40. Shhhhhh). Much cake and sweeties to be eaten. I’m looking forward to seeing all the nephews and nieces aswell, although I’m not however looking forward to my baby niece Lowenna’s new trick, which is that if she finds some sort of liquid, be it drinks, dog’s water etc, she is flinging it skyward. My sister’s words of warning even had to be cut short as a bowl of cereal landed itself on her leg. These few days may be a challenge….
But yes, it should be mucho funs aswell.
These last few days, what’s there to tell? My increasingly bizarre colleagues have suddenly become relatively quiet and are managing to restrain themselves enough to do little more than leap out from behind doors (actual children, non?), the crazy downstairs neighbour has taken to routing through the bins but only ever seems happy when he finds something that he can put something else into. Oh, The Kirsten came to visit. We had fun learning in the science museum. I learnt that my name is local to the most south westerly point of Cornwall. Like I didn’t know that already… But still, s’nice to have proof.
My divvy stoner friend has vanished off travelling. I can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever find his way home again.
Oh my, boring blog ahoy. Sorry darlings. I shall endeavor to improve next time!
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Moon
Well, here’s a film that you really should go and see if it’s showing anywhere near you. It’s excellent, honestly.
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Straight from the mouths of babes
I have a box. It’s full of photos, cards, general memory prompting things. In this box I’ve found a story I wrote when I was in “little school”. I always had dreams of writing books and this story, I feel, just compounds the fact that I am wasting my talent.
The story was called “The Tale of Molly Taylor” (I’d originally called it “The Story of Molly Taylor” but in my youth I opted for a bit of illiteration and so scribbled out and replaced the offending word). It was about a 7 year old girl called Molly during the blitz (I assume that that was what we were studying in school at the time). Sadly for Molly, her sister and father had both been killed. That night Molly and her mother tried to escape. Naturally, escaping means running to the nearest hospital (where else?) but unfortunately… along the way…. the air raid alarm went off…
“So they went under a tree. But it was no good. They were killed. It was a horrid way to be killed but there you are.”
As opposed to all the nice ways to be killed?
I should really have carried on writing ; )
Early July happenings
Hello darlings! How are you all today?
I finally finally finally got myself a sexy new camera today. I’ve been threatening to do this for months, and am hugely thrilled that I’ve finally given in. AND I got a bag for it to go in. I are serious photoperson. I’m planning to be uploading photos every now and then, but you’re going to have to wait a little while until I get vaguely familiar with the camera… I know, I know, but try to not get too upset/ impatient and hopefully it’ll be worth the wait.
What else? Oh, I dreamt that one of my colleagues was a drag-queen last night. He had a black flattened beehive (imagine a mushroom with a giant curl tacked on at the front), and was insisting on wearing a Doris Day wig over that. It was…. weird aaaand….. stupid? Dreams vex me. I so rarely have them, or at least that I can remember. If anyone reading this knows much about dreams and could enlighten me as to why I dreamt about one of my pharmacists in a dress (with better dress sense than mine, to boot) then please do!
I don’t like to end on a down note, here’s a song…
http://open.spotify.com/track/0AQ9u2gaJjL5FKg2MyTYfA
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