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August 14, 2006

what

dang, people are still blogging on here. what to tell? have a video ipod now, have lost soul to daily downloads of zefrank's the show and repeated destruction of others' cd collections, can't even half fill the shiny little bugger. will stuff it – possibly – within the year.

hoping for the return of the moment.

working in a bookshop. enjoying the fleeting feeling of four figures in the bank. getting an ISA and all grown up, it seems.

getting free.

bye, warwick. see you occasionally at parties where we will get drunk and gush.


June 21, 2006

it's almost that time

i feel like my degree–time has just slipped away. i'm glad to see it go, and there are few precious things i'll miss.

tomorrow is results.

while i ponder that, ponder this. i'm tempted, if only to give something back to a man who provided a lot of my saturday morning entertainment when i was younger. also i like stupid t–shirts.

josie long, a lovely stand–up, did a whole routine about small things that are good. cynics breed cynics. like josie says, what are they waiting for, a prize? to get to heaven and have god give them a trophy for Not Enjoying Anything? fuck cynics, they can kiss my hole (asshole).

it is time for joy and small things that are good.


June 07, 2006

we're having a MASSIVE PARTY

in order to celebrate the end of our degrees and alan/118's birthday and the launch of the frankly remarkable 118TAXI service, come to kelsey's on the 22nd and party down with us. there will be mirth.

118 TAXI Launch & Garrec double birthday
Tagline:
House of Mirth after–party
Host:
Flynn, Garrec, Wallace
Type:
Party – Night of Mayhem

Time and Place

Start Time:
Thursday, June 22, 2006 at 8:00pm
End Time:
Friday, June 23, 2006 at 4:00am
Venue:
Kelseys, then house party
Street:
27 Clapham Terrace
City:
Leamington Spa, England


May 14, 2006

i hate the pre–exam feeling

even when i'm quietly confident

it makes my fingers hurt

good luck everyone!


May 03, 2006

warwick blogs depresses me.

there, i said it.

in other news, tom returns from russia bringing vodka (some: triple distilled liquid platinum that i imagine tastes a little like the tears of the most royal of swans, and the other… well, lime–grass or whatever it's supposed to be tastes a lot of the latter and barely a smidge of the former. experiment with flavours, though! it's the only way to fly!). also, tom brings cheap DVDs and a singing cheburashka, which is my new love. he is holding an orange!

hm, what else. the last boosh show was electric and the people i'm meeting through the fan community are awesome. when i begin my Media Stuff next year, they're the people i'm going to be laughin' with, chattin' with and pumpin' for backstage tickets. woop.

also, and most importantly, come the reckless moment. it's an ace new comedy night run by my good buddies monte pindik and tom 'possibly son of john' hughes. the last two have been stormin', and it's totally worth the mere pound entry fee. come one, come all: robbin's well, mondays, 9pm start, 8pm doors.

yeah!


April 25, 2006

reason number three squillion for why i love my mother:

she just said 'sweet!' in a text. <3

April 22, 2006

Et tu, meme?

Book Meme!
1. Copy & paste.
2. Bold the ones you’ve read.
3. Add four recent reads to the end.
4. Tag!

The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger

*The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy – Douglas Adams*
The Great Gatsby – F.Scott Fitzgerald

*To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee*
The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (Harry Potter 6) – J.K. Rowling

*Life of Pi – Yann Martel*
Animal Farm: A Fairy Story – George Orwell

*Catch-22 – Joseph Heller*
The Hobbit – J. R. R. Tolkien

*The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon*
Lord of the Flies – William Golding
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
1984 – George Orwell

*Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Book 3) – J.K. Rowling*
One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden

*Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Book 4) – J.K. Rowling*
The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold

*Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter 5) – J.K. Rowling*
Slaughterhouse 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
Angels and Demons – Dan Brown
Fight Club – Chuck Palahniuk

*Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (Book 1) – J.K. Rowling*
Neuromancer – William Gibson
Cryptonomicon – Neal Stephenson
The Secret History – Donna Tartt
A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess

*Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Book 2) – J.K. Rowling*
Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
American Gods – Neil Gaiman
Ender’s Game (The Ender Saga) – Orson Scott Card
Snow Crash – Neal Stephenson
A Prayer for Owen Meany – John Irving
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis
Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
The Lord of the Rings – J. R. R. Tolkien
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
Good Omens – Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman
Atonement – Ian McEwan
The Shadow Of The Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
Dune – Frank Herbert
The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
Hey Nostradamus! – Douglas Coupland
The Nature of Blood – Caryl Phillips
Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules -Ed. David Sedaris
Testament of Youth – Vera Brittain
When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit – Judith Kerr
Are you Dave Gorman? – Dave Gorman & Danny Wallace
Earthsea Trilogy – Ursula Le Guin

Aaaand:

The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy

*V For Vendetta – Alan Moore*
Join Me - Danny Wallace

*Choke – Chuck Palahniuk*

in other news, tom was calle dup on stage by derren brown last night, i now have the brown's autograph, and i'm going to brixton to see the boosh. WOOT. tonight, on the last night of the tour, and it's going to be ace. XD


April 17, 2006

i odn't know about numbers

the library is closed today, right?

so i've got a 5000-worder to do from tomorrow morning to friday at noon?

hahaha, ha, haaaa, ha. no.


April 08, 2006

snuff box

this
is
television

BELIEVE


recipe for joy:

sing 'heads, shoulders, knees and toes'.

go on.

doesn't that feel good?

i have a headache, but i also have potato cakes. i'm back in leam, argh, but maybe i won't let it get me down, when i'm wearing new shoes and there's fun things to be do be doing.

HEEEADS
shoulders
knees
and
toes
KNEES AND TOES
HEEEADS
shoulders
knees
and
toes
KNEES AND TO-OES A-AND
EYES
and
EARS
and
MOUTH
and NOSE
HEAAAAADS
SHOULDERS
KNEES
AND
TOES
(knees and toooooes)


March 31, 2006

vamos

i'm off to barcelona

vroom

i'm wearing a new ring, which is really a very old ring: my great-aunt's wedding ring. makes me wonder, did she ever think someone else would be wearing it, dancing around to madonna in their kitchen with their sister while making enchiladas?

it's not something you think about your own wedding ring, i suppose.

vroom! up at 4am for the flight – wish me luck. :(


March 23, 2006

i'm working

sssh, it's going alright.

wish printing wasn't so expensive.

hurrah!


March 14, 2006

it's my birthday tomorrow

so all you peeps who are still around, come and check out the birthday…ness.

we are having a beer at mine and then going out and about in leaming-town.

come, come aboard the love train!


March 12, 2006

MET the BOOSH

jesus

christy

just spent about half an hour – a bit more, maybe – hugging and kissing and chatting and picturing with the MIGHTY BOOSH.

ALL OF THEM (except mike).

so yeah, i'm in love.

<3 julian barratt is so tall.

pictures to come, you filthy little bitches!

the photo upload system here is pants. come, come all to my flickr page! check me out!


March 07, 2006

Cov vs Leam?

Writing about Leamington vs. Coventry. It's still about class. from Schreibfaul in Warwick

Hold the phone! A Coventry-born, Earlsdon dwelling (2nd Year), currently Leamington-based Warwick Student reporting for duty!

Let me tot up the scores.

There are two reasons I go to the Parade: Fopp and Ben's Cookies. The pub behind my house (Hector's) is awesome. I like Wilde's and Cafe Rouge for dinner, sometimes.

I hardly go out in Leam at all – it simply does not interest me to do so. The road I live on isn't big enough for two cars to pass due to heavy resident parking. My road was also featured on the front page of the Courier for weeks as a scene of contention between Leam residents and Students (not us specifically, and our neighbours are fine apart from the CONSTANT DIY! EXACTLY HOW MANY HOLES DO YOU NEED IN YOUR WALL OR ARE YOU PLANNING ON BREAKING THROUGH TO WATCH FREEVIEW AT OURS- oh, excuse me). There are no cashpoints close enough that I can get cash and go to Hector's without freezing for 30 minutes. The Apollo is a shitty cinema where I am never disappointed in my expectation of a projection or sound fault and everything is deadly expensive.

In Coventry I was three minutes' walk from the Odeon and an all-you-can-eat Chinese place which far outstripped the Oriental Star (for the record, I now go to Showcase Cinemas for all my cinema needs; it's cheaper than Apollo and Odeon and usually has a better selection of both movies and confections, inclusing Apple Tango). The shopping is ace. I was equally close to a pub which was not as cool as Hector's, but – if memory serves – cheaper. I spent roughly half as much money on petrol and half the time in the car, even during rush hour. I could walk to Memorial Park. I was also closer to my considerable extended family in Cov. My bedroom was easily twice the size of my current one, had its own staircase and for less rent to boot.

However, I was a little isolated from other people on my course (other than Pete and Big Tom, I don't see any of them coming round to borrow a cup of sugar now)... and… er. Nope, that's it. I just lived in a different city to most people I knew. I suppose it was a drawback when we were going out in Leam (to events like Blackout and Film socials), but other than occasionally going to the pub or La Supercool Discotheque, I don't go out much around here.

So, I'm glad I've experienced both places. Where would I rather live? Ha – "Winchester"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winchester. Yes, it was number five in the first Crap Towns book (it dropped to 21), but it's like Leam with less chavs, and it's close to Southampton which is like Cov but with better shops. Winchester has a lot to recommend itself. It's beautiful, I live within ten minutes walk of the city centre and my job, it's green, it has a Cathedral (featuring Jane Austen's bones), a two-screen cinema converted from an old church which is acheingly plush… God, wish I was there.

It's like they say: no place like home.


Media Node

I'm sitting here with four tabs open in Firefox, a couple of chats going, my phone just went – and I wonder for a moment: how did students procrastinate before mobiles and internet access?

I think I would probably drink more and spend a considerably larger amount of time having sex. Four of five hours a day online equates to a lot more shags on a daily basis. Hm.

Maybe I'd even work.

… chortle.


March 05, 2006

Manifesto: or, How To Save The Union

Hello.

How are you? I hope you are having a nice Sunday morning, or any day you happen to read this.

I went to Metropolis last night. It was entertaining. I had a good time, although I was tired and didn't feel like dancing much. I enjoyed Guns N Roses and The Clone Doors, they were both rocking with a heavy portion of the good.

Now, something occurred to me when I was leaving. As I passed through the Martetplace, a LOT of people (more than I've seen at Top B at an equivalent time) were dancing and singing along at the top of their lungs to a Lion King megamix.

This got me thinking.

See, the problem with a lot of union events is that people are simply bored of them. I'm aware that people will eventually get bored of anything, but the key notion here is change.

Why insist on the same old dreary themes? We have a rock night, an RnB night, all sorts of different nights which cater to niche audiences. Excellent stuff.

What we need are themed nights which don't necessarily depend on muscial genres.

For example, and I'm spitballing here, take the upcoming September-December term. Ten weeks, ten Saturdays. How do you feel about this:

SOUNDTRACK

Based on the apparent success of Metropolis, it's clear that people enjoy hearing music from movies. The wonderful thing about movies is, they're a ripe ground for picking any kind of music, and most of it will be familiar without necessarily having been played to death. Kick the night off at nine with singalongs from old, classic musicals, work your way into 90s film soundtracks via things like the Rocky Horror Picture Show, Grease, Disney, Bond themes, and really get people going with Tarantino, Blues Brothers – fill in your favourites here.

So, say that happens every other week. Would you go? I fucking would.

And in the alternate weeks?

Thing is, the union haven't really thought about what people think is cool. We all know what's cool:

PIRATES
NINJAS
ZOMBIES
ROBOTS

(I'm allowing a week for the Halloween Ball there, but it's entirely possible to make that week Zombies and stick something else in there – Gangsters, maybe.)

So, roll up in costume for prizes, get down to chart pop/rock/RnB/whatever, and run amock in the Union while dressed as Captain Jack. Pirates get A Pirates Life for Me, Ninjas get Battle Without Honour or Humanity, Zombies get Don't Stop Me Now (think Shaun of the Dead) and Robots get Intergalactic. At the end of the term, the attendance is totted up and the winning, er, creature is given a one-off night every term that year. Then, looking at the numbers, possibly repeat the process.

See what I mean? It's not hard. Creativity, variety and fun – that's what we want. Throw in a couple of drinks promotions and wham – there it is. That Pandora's Box is already open, thankfully.

People drink in halls because alcohol's cheap and they're lazy: the thought process involves 'What am I going to miss in the union if I stay here and get whazzed,' and the answer is usually: nothing.

But how many times do you get the opportunity to dress like a Pirate and dance to have loud music with a load of your friends in a large space?

(Minus 50 if you're actually a pirate.)

Tell me what you think. Tell me you couldn't come up with two, three, four events of equal viability in half an hour. Maybe, somehow, we can make the union listen – and have a good time next term.


February 18, 2006

we made a chicken

Follow-up to world viewable entry..? from Tilting At Windmills

we made a chicken! his name is squeeks! harvest moon will fuck me up.

two chickens made ANOTHER chicken. MIRACLE of nature.

:D


world viewable entry..?

a door on the great wall of china?

jodie marsh's mimsy?

nay! a blog from me, your resident, snuffling, partially pierced and dodgily dyed blogstress. word.

looking over old blogs of times past, we've really let standards slip around here. or maybe it's just me. i used to look forward to blogging, now i only read two or three people on my favourites list (haha, figure it out yourselves… i'm making INTERNET DRAMA) and the rest have fallen to the wayside, crippled by their own content.

make it SNAPPY. make it FUNNY. make it NOW, ZAP and POW.

make it.

i made it today: a cold beating combination of honey, jif lemon and chambord which i sip with heart and say, ha! beechams! you lack the critical ingredient: GOTH JUICE.

now i await the arrival of my dinner, and sneeze, and wonder how many pints of mucus a person can produce in 24 hours. also i bite my various appendages with harvest moon withdrawal and wonder – how is it i am come to this, wanting little more than to feed, brush and buzzle my gamecube cow?

peace!


February 13, 2006

are you playing your love games with me?

it's no damn use, i'll have to see the mighty boosh again.

front row and centre!

now, i'm the kind of girl who wants to see more live performance than she does. money is generally the prohibiting factor. however, i need to watch myself – because every time i go to see comedy (and to a lesser extent, theatre) i get hot and bothered over one of the performers. it just happens. i fall in love with the glamour, or the sweat, or the corpsing.

julian aka howard moon gave the front row a good hard looking at yesterday, and i swear every twinkly-eyed second of that stare made me blush. lame! most other girls were giggling over noel aka vince noir, rock and roll star, but while i'd quite like to get drunk with the man, i can't possibly explain what i'd like to do to julian.

i caught a paper plane.

ooh, my ears are going red even talking about it. whee!