All entries for November 2006
November 27, 2006
November 23, 2006
I need to move. The urge is as strong as the one that makes geese fly stupid distances to warmer climes over the winter. So far after aaages of looking I’ve found a place not only nearby but over a pub and it’s free! woo-ha! (in return for a little barwork which I couldn’t care less about). Hot damn ladies and gents, hot damn. unfortunately it’s for two, but I don’t think my aura will count as another unit of Mia. So the search continues, but what an awesome find eh? Can’t wait to get job and consequently get money’d. rah.
November 21, 2006
Why does Radio 1 do this to me? Some genius suggests to the DJ that they play “Gay Bar”. And they did. I was genuinely overjoyed and proceeded to “get down and boogie” as is my custom.
To my shock and horror they edited out the words.
Was it the sentence “Do you have any money? I’m going to take all your money!” that offended them? No.
So it must have been the outrageous “I’ve got something to put in you! at the gay bar!” surely?! No.
They got rid of “let’s start a nuclear war!”
Are they worried that the general public will take it too seriously? That people will start protesting “Let’s start a war! oh pretty pretty please!”. They must be really concerned that people are going to take it to heart. These five little words that come from a band that also gave us the tracks “Naked Pictures Of Your Mother”, “I Buy The Drugs” and “Chocolate Pope”. Clearly a group begging to be taken seriously on the international political scale.
I was speechless. This world has gone insane, or this country at least. I mean, good grief, the song is called “Gay Bar” for god’s sake, It’s not exactly Byron. I think somebody in the upper eschelons of the BBC must have pulled their pants on too quickly this morning, or at least I hope that’s the reason beause I am losing faith in the world quickly enough without these trifling acts of stupidity.
November 13, 2006
Radio 1 Newsbeat keep on mentioning reports from the American “Iraq Study Group”, and I’m sure I can’t be the only person picturing these teenage officials sitting round a desk in the library in their lunch hour with a basket of home-baked muffins – Legally Blonde style. I just can’t help it. Couldn’t they have picked something more official sounding like “Iraq Critical Research Analyst Group” or something, I thought that was what business buzzwords were invented for?
November 07, 2006
I am a rare creature indeed in that the *less* important something is the *more* time I seem to lavish on it. I can spend an hour debating over the various merits of a mocha frescato vs an amaretto one. waste eons deciding on menus, nail varnish, adjectives and socks; Millennia on penny sweets. And then bought a car on ebay in a couple of seconds. Christ. And seeing how my parents bought a house in a day, I guess it’s genetic. Still, now I am armed with une voiture! wooha! And when I switched it on it started playing Muse at me; twas love at first sound. I get urges to run outside and pet it.
It was scary tho. My first unaccompanied trip consisted of 40 minutes driving out of the outskirts of London in the dark in an unfamiliar car on huge roads just after rush hour. Very much thrown in at the deep end but I (and the beast) survived. And yes the beast – for it is identical to the baby but with two more doors. And another thing, the insurance lady drove me nuts with the car doors. 4 + 1 = 5. FIVE goddamnit…
And as thought of the day, why do blaspheming swearwords not merit an ”*”, for I’ve never ever seen it in my life and I was wondering.
eg. “Chr*stw*gg*ns”, “Chr*st-on-a-B*ke”
November 01, 2006
For I am now a fully-qualified P-plate bearing drivar!
Time to pimp my ride. Tire flares, glow wire and ground lighting*
* this comes with the added bonus that I’ll never have to give anyone lifts as no-one will want to be seen dead in my girl-racer-joy-waggon. ;)