All entries for May 2006
May 23, 2006
The new Sugar site is up. It makes me proud to know that I helped plan it in the ideas stage. Then the Deputy Ed worked her arse off to make it all actually happen.
The Celeb Snogathon game is addictive. Go and play! Hilariously Pete Doherty is the minger. For all you ladies out there, it's also quite fun trying out different clothes on the model. And, of course, making your own Woman style cover (it's all in the coverlines don'tcha know).
Go and play! I won't tell anyone…
May 22, 2006
I've done three reviews recently which I forgot to link to, and unlike thisisfakediy, these ones are still there. Yay!
From Toy Story to Bug's Life, Monsters Inc, The Incredibles and the soon–to–be released Cars, a new exhibition lays bare each small, painstaking step involved in creating the animation company's uncannily lifelike characters.
Then a combined review of Carling Live 24 and Camden Crawl
One dodgy sandwich and two crème eggs later, we've split ranks: two of us to board a Thames boat housing a dishy C4 presenter and Boy Kill Boy, and two of us to infiltrate the Islington Academy crowd for Dirty Pretty Things.
And, the most recent, of The Raconteurs' new album, Broken Boy Soliders
Standing quite apart from the strict minimalism associated with The White Stripes, this debut is contentedly uninhibited.
May 07, 2006
I was just looking back at photos on my blog and remembering happy times.
Isn't it weird how much can change in a year?
Have spent the majority of my day fending off this weird migrainey thing that I've had for a few days. Painkillers won't kill it. Also watched Lati play piano – she was ace.
Fingers crossed for sun tomorrow. Either way, may well get myself down to the beach and sit.
May 01, 2006
This is the day that I was meant to wake up all refreshed and ready to face the few gigs of Carling Live 24 that I was due to attend.
Instead, I attempted to wake up at 8am to do cleaning, more washing, and some job stuff, but spent a few hours bleary eyed in bed, drifting in and out of conscious reach of my alarm playing Radio 4 at me (the station, not the band), and got up at 10. Ish.
One bowl of apricot wheats later, I finished off my cuts book in front of trashy daytime TV (as best I could missing a magazine and print outs) bunged some washing in, woke up in the shower, and went for coffee at family friends' house.
My housemate asked if his lip was meant to look like that and looked a bit wistful when I said yes. The madman was intending on readying himself to go to an afternoon lecture.
After coffee, I bought some milk and other essentials. Like bacon. And squash. And HP sauce. And cleaned my way up to meeting Milly in Brixton for a gig adventure.
Carling Live 24 review(s)
And I'm going to have to leave it there until I've finished writing my review, to make sure that there's no crossover between blog and review.
In the meanwhile though, check out Michael and Keeley's review at slash music on the Channel 4 site
Very impressively, they managed to keep up with their "as it happens" web exclusive and had far less sleep and ate far more nasty sandwiches than I. Friends: I salute you.