Well, we managed to dye Courtney's hair but there was bleach left over so I now have a pink streak in my normal 'blacker than the blackest night' hair. I have had every colour under the sun hair but I've been just black for around 3 years now and I was beginning to get really bored. I haven't had coloured streaks for ages...makes me feel young again....hurrah!
Haven't got any plans for tonight (except an early night...boost myself up for the weekend of vileness...). I have a feeling that I'll end up wearing black, black, pink tye combo again, which is ok but not great, maybe I could have a look for a pink skirt to wear over the trousers??? OOOhhhhhh I'm really liking the pinkness theme...
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
So, another major gap between writing!
24th Thursday – Chris and Herb open Smash and Grab. Jess, Courtney and I spend hours getting ready (and drunk). Courtney gets into full drag – mini-skirt, fishnets, boots, boobs, etc. He looks amazing!
We meet up with Lorna and Helen and then go the club. Cameo’s is my home away from home…blue glitter walls, white leather sofas, fish tanks, piano theme bar, mirrors everywhere!!!
We danced all night and drank way too many whiskeys (only £1.50).
Jess ended up chatting to some guys who were down for a weekend who we tried to make come back to ours for Barcardi (the good looking one was up for it but got talked out of it by his mate). Chris waited with us for the nightbus while doing tres cute impressions of his nephew (arrrhhhh, bless ‘im).
Managed to get up for work the next day – although I felt awful until Jess rang and shouted “BEDROCK, BEDROCK, BEDROCK!!!” at me, when I suddenly livened up a little!
Darian came over to photograph some of the Cardboard Citizens actors on Friday during the day. It was lovely to see him but I had to rush off to the Michael Clark evening at the Barbican with Chris (S. Af.) – which was amazing, beautiful, moving, breathless, divine, funny – the man is a wonderful chorographer…wonderful (I have dreamed about seeing his work for so long and there I was with one of my favourite lovies, seeing Michael Clark!).
Met Lorna, Helen, and Jess again and went to the club. I was in weird mood – hungover, tired (only 2 hours sleep) and beside myself with period pains. Craving of vodka and wankers in the queue made me bark at Jess-ka (so she avoided me for most of the night – fair enough). One the way in one young man who we have named “Liiaamm” (think Liam with an over-excited American accent) pushed me out of the way to brush his shitty monkey lover hair cut out into a feathercut – TWAT!!!
Downed a few vodka and cranberry’s later and suddenly stopped yawning, felt better and started dancing.
Later, a man who kept nicking Jess’ hat, did it once too often so Jess pushed him, no reaction, Lorna pushed him, no reaction, I pushed him and he fell for ages – hurrah!
Saturday night I met Jess after her concert, had a few drinks then met Lorna and Carla to go to After Skool – kinda evil ‘cos it ain’t Chris’ club! Spent some time in the bar looking at feathers and being very loud and taking about wanking…until I cracked at 2pm and demanded some dancing…great up until the last moment when I went to get our bags and one girl refused to give me Jess’ bags saying “but there’s only one, there’s only one” over and over again – sent me into a rage (again – DOH!). But basically this girl had told Jess that there was no problem with her loosing her ticket and that she’s keep the bag back but she hadn’t. The bag had pretty much everything in it, so Jess was in a major rage. So major, that we ended up speaking to the manager (JIM FAGAN!) for ages and refusing to move…then Big Mac (Chris’ promoter) turned up and called us “traitors!” for going to After Skool instead of ‘Scope. In the end we left, got asked to go to Liverpool by a very attractive young man (umm, we didn’t go), got involved in a fight between two gangs of boys (some of whom were very beautiful indeed…), and managed to get the nightbus home.
Sunday we crashed in front of the telly and Lucer cooked us roast dinner – hurrah, hurrah.
24th Thursday – Chris and Herb open Smash and Grab. Jess, Courtney and I spend hours getting ready (and drunk). Courtney gets into full drag – mini-skirt, fishnets, boots, boobs, etc. He looks amazing!
We meet up with Lorna and Helen and then go the club. Cameo’s is my home away from home…blue glitter walls, white leather sofas, fish tanks, piano theme bar, mirrors everywhere!!!
We danced all night and drank way too many whiskeys (only £1.50).
Jess ended up chatting to some guys who were down for a weekend who we tried to make come back to ours for Barcardi (the good looking one was up for it but got talked out of it by his mate). Chris waited with us for the nightbus while doing tres cute impressions of his nephew (arrrhhhh, bless ‘im).
Managed to get up for work the next day – although I felt awful until Jess rang and shouted “BEDROCK, BEDROCK, BEDROCK!!!” at me, when I suddenly livened up a little!
Darian came over to photograph some of the Cardboard Citizens actors on Friday during the day. It was lovely to see him but I had to rush off to the Michael Clark evening at the Barbican with Chris (S. Af.) – which was amazing, beautiful, moving, breathless, divine, funny – the man is a wonderful chorographer…wonderful (I have dreamed about seeing his work for so long and there I was with one of my favourite lovies, seeing Michael Clark!).
Met Lorna, Helen, and Jess again and went to the club. I was in weird mood – hungover, tired (only 2 hours sleep) and beside myself with period pains. Craving of vodka and wankers in the queue made me bark at Jess-ka (so she avoided me for most of the night – fair enough). One the way in one young man who we have named “Liiaamm” (think Liam with an over-excited American accent) pushed me out of the way to brush his shitty monkey lover hair cut out into a feathercut – TWAT!!!
Downed a few vodka and cranberry’s later and suddenly stopped yawning, felt better and started dancing.
Later, a man who kept nicking Jess’ hat, did it once too often so Jess pushed him, no reaction, Lorna pushed him, no reaction, I pushed him and he fell for ages – hurrah!
Saturday night I met Jess after her concert, had a few drinks then met Lorna and Carla to go to After Skool – kinda evil ‘cos it ain’t Chris’ club! Spent some time in the bar looking at feathers and being very loud and taking about wanking…until I cracked at 2pm and demanded some dancing…great up until the last moment when I went to get our bags and one girl refused to give me Jess’ bags saying “but there’s only one, there’s only one” over and over again – sent me into a rage (again – DOH!). But basically this girl had told Jess that there was no problem with her loosing her ticket and that she’s keep the bag back but she hadn’t. The bag had pretty much everything in it, so Jess was in a major rage. So major, that we ended up speaking to the manager (JIM FAGAN!) for ages and refusing to move…then Big Mac (Chris’ promoter) turned up and called us “traitors!” for going to After Skool instead of ‘Scope. In the end we left, got asked to go to Liverpool by a very attractive young man (umm, we didn’t go), got involved in a fight between two gangs of boys (some of whom were very beautiful indeed…), and managed to get the nightbus home.
Sunday we crashed in front of the telly and Lucer cooked us roast dinner – hurrah, hurrah.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
It has been mentioned to me that I haven't spoken about "the war" at all, I have one thing to say "listen to Bill Hicks" ok? oookkkaaayyy...
BILL HICKS ON IRAQ (1992)
(Iraqi voice) We surrendah! (George Bush voice) Not good enough. (Iraqi voice) We run away! (George Bush voice) Too little, too late! Call me a wimp, c'mon, fuckers, c'mon! Hold him back! Those guys were in hog heaven over there, man. They had a big weapons catalogue opened up. (Hillbilly voices) What's G-12 do, Tommy? See, it says here it destroys everything but the fillings in their teeth, helps us pay for the war effort. Well, fuck, pull that one up! Pull up G-12, please. SHOOP. BOOM! Cool, what's G-13 do? Big Sears weapons catalogue. 'Weapons, for all occasions!'
You know. See, everyone got boners over the technology, and it was pretty incredible. Watching missiles fly down air vents, pretty unbelievable. But couldn't we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people? Know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, "There's a guy that needs a banana!" SHOOP. The Stealth Banana. Smart fruit! I don't know.
Once again, I was watching the fucking news, and it really threw me off. It depressed everyone, it's so scary watching the news, how they built it all out of proportion, like Iraq was ever, or could ever possibly, under any stretch of the imagination be a threat to us-wwwwhatsoever. But-watching the news, you never would have got that idea. Remember how it started, they kept talking about 'the Elite Republican Guard' in these hushed tones like these guys were the bogeymen or something. Yeah, we're doing well now, but we have yet to face-THE ELITE REPUBLICAN GUARD. Like these guys were twelve feet tall, desert warriors. KRRASH. NEVER LOST A BATTLE! KRRASH. WE SHIT BULLETS! Yeah, well, after two months of continuous carpet bombings and not one reaction at all from them, they became simply, 'the Republican Guard.' Not nearly as elite as we may have led you to believe. And after another month of bombing, they went from 'the Elite Republican Guard' to 'the Republican Guard' to 'the Republicans made this shit up about there being guards out there'. We hope you enjoyed your fireworks show. It was so pretty, and it took our mind off of domestic issues! The Persian Gulf Distraction. People said, "Uh-uh, Bill, Iraq had the fourth largest army in the world." Yeah, maybe, but you know what? After the first three largest armies, there's a real big fucking drop-off, all right? The Hare Krishnas are the fifth largest army in the world, and they've already got our airports, okay, so. I think that's the greater threat right now. Mr. Onion Head in Terminal C is scaring the shit out of me. Get him away from me. What an amazing thing, though. You know, and the amazing thing, obviously, the disparity and the casualties. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand casualties, USA - seventy-nine. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand, USA - seventy-nine. Does that mean that if we had sent over eighty guys, we still would have won that fucking thing, or what? One guy in a ticker-take parade: (Hillbilly voices) I did it, hey! You're welcome! Good work, Tommy, how'd you do it? I pulled up G-12! It was in the catalogue! Worked like a charm! You know, my biggest problem with the whole thing was that blood lust that came out of everyone, you know, this blood lust, man, it's really unbelievable.
BILL HICKS ON IRAQ (1992)
(Iraqi voice) We surrendah! (George Bush voice) Not good enough. (Iraqi voice) We run away! (George Bush voice) Too little, too late! Call me a wimp, c'mon, fuckers, c'mon! Hold him back! Those guys were in hog heaven over there, man. They had a big weapons catalogue opened up. (Hillbilly voices) What's G-12 do, Tommy? See, it says here it destroys everything but the fillings in their teeth, helps us pay for the war effort. Well, fuck, pull that one up! Pull up G-12, please. SHOOP. BOOM! Cool, what's G-13 do? Big Sears weapons catalogue. 'Weapons, for all occasions!'
You know. See, everyone got boners over the technology, and it was pretty incredible. Watching missiles fly down air vents, pretty unbelievable. But couldn't we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people? Know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, "There's a guy that needs a banana!" SHOOP. The Stealth Banana. Smart fruit! I don't know.
Once again, I was watching the fucking news, and it really threw me off. It depressed everyone, it's so scary watching the news, how they built it all out of proportion, like Iraq was ever, or could ever possibly, under any stretch of the imagination be a threat to us-wwwwhatsoever. But-watching the news, you never would have got that idea. Remember how it started, they kept talking about 'the Elite Republican Guard' in these hushed tones like these guys were the bogeymen or something. Yeah, we're doing well now, but we have yet to face-THE ELITE REPUBLICAN GUARD. Like these guys were twelve feet tall, desert warriors. KRRASH. NEVER LOST A BATTLE! KRRASH. WE SHIT BULLETS! Yeah, well, after two months of continuous carpet bombings and not one reaction at all from them, they became simply, 'the Republican Guard.' Not nearly as elite as we may have led you to believe. And after another month of bombing, they went from 'the Elite Republican Guard' to 'the Republican Guard' to 'the Republicans made this shit up about there being guards out there'. We hope you enjoyed your fireworks show. It was so pretty, and it took our mind off of domestic issues! The Persian Gulf Distraction. People said, "Uh-uh, Bill, Iraq had the fourth largest army in the world." Yeah, maybe, but you know what? After the first three largest armies, there's a real big fucking drop-off, all right? The Hare Krishnas are the fifth largest army in the world, and they've already got our airports, okay, so. I think that's the greater threat right now. Mr. Onion Head in Terminal C is scaring the shit out of me. Get him away from me. What an amazing thing, though. You know, and the amazing thing, obviously, the disparity and the casualties. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand casualties, USA - seventy-nine. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand, USA - seventy-nine. Does that mean that if we had sent over eighty guys, we still would have won that fucking thing, or what? One guy in a ticker-take parade: (Hillbilly voices) I did it, hey! You're welcome! Good work, Tommy, how'd you do it? I pulled up G-12! It was in the catalogue! Worked like a charm! You know, my biggest problem with the whole thing was that blood lust that came out of everyone, you know, this blood lust, man, it's really unbelievable.
Monday, April 14, 2003
The White Stripes were amazing!!! We had managed to get tickets mid-week when they released extras. Jess, Ellie and I were taking Luce for a birthday surprise (she had guessed by the time we were getting near Brixton!). Jack and Meg were fantastic - Meg all in white looking tres cute-a-rama and Jack in the tightest trousers (which showed him to his best!), one side black, one red. Beautiful music, beautiful people - so sexy too. The passion with which they played infected the whole crowd. I truly found it the horniest gig that I have ever been to. And then when they played a cover of 'Isis' by Bob Dylan I almost died, I have literally fantasised about them playing that since I heard a version of 'One More Cup of Coffee' from the Desire album - and they did.
So, heading to Bedrock all hyped up and over excited - I ended up chatting to lovely gay couple re: Jack White's overly tight trousers and unmistakable hard dick (typical of me some would say!). We get to Bedrock and it's so packed you can't actually move - so I get 4 vodka and tonics at the bar and stand by the door with Jess complaining about "tourists in our club" (such wankers that we are!). I remember having a good time and not much more than that.
Ellie woke me up in the morning to see a video that she got out 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood' – it’s not a great film but in my hung over state I wept like a child through most of it!
I then watched ‘Thirteen Ghosts’ which was the crappest horror film I’ve seen in a long time! Then Cagney and Lacey was on! Oh dear god, trapped in an 80’s Saturday afternoon! Then I had the hottest loveliest bath and Lornie came home from the park and made me dinner. We then dressed up to go, drank white wine on the tube (classy, eh?), met Jessie at her work and drank possibly the foulest vodka on earth!
We met up with Carla to go to ‘Scope to see Little Chris and Herb DJ. I haven’t been to this club in years (apart from this New Year which was shit) so I was quite looking forward to it. It was, however, a pretty shit night all in all – I was in a foul mood due to not getting nearly enough attention from a certain young man…(although Jess did later cheer me up with an amusing rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’ by the White Stripes – you fool!). We were drinking Bacardi Breezers, which for girls who are used to vodka and whiskey was a little boring. We took the piss out of a Liiiaaaamm (a special breed of feathercut boy, who lives/looks/acts like the twat Liam Gallagher) who was snogging random girls on the dance floor and then throwing them aside, all the while carrying a young lady around with him. Very amusing, he was literally doing Liiiaaaaammm impressions onstage at one point, with a tambourine mind, to The Stone Roses ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ – this was one of the funniest things that happened all evening – god help me!
Carla then went home to get a shag from her feathercut neighbour – bizarre. The rest of us went home and slept till 1pm the next day. We then proceeded to lay on our front room floor (bat cave or squat – depending on our mood!) with our duvets, the telly on and ate for the next 10 hrs. Lots of fun…not going to ‘Scope again though.
A lot of us mates have joined Nation States and our egos (or at least I know mine has) have gone haywire! Have a look at mine
I "got off" with a lovely young man last Friday who I have now had a text conversation with – I’ll keep y’all updated!
And finally, tonight I have ‘The Handmaids Tale’ at ENO with Damaris – should be fun (and means that we can pop into Café in the Crypt for something nice to eat – hurrah, hurrah!).
So, heading to Bedrock all hyped up and over excited - I ended up chatting to lovely gay couple re: Jack White's overly tight trousers and unmistakable hard dick (typical of me some would say!). We get to Bedrock and it's so packed you can't actually move - so I get 4 vodka and tonics at the bar and stand by the door with Jess complaining about "tourists in our club" (such wankers that we are!). I remember having a good time and not much more than that.
Ellie woke me up in the morning to see a video that she got out 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood' – it’s not a great film but in my hung over state I wept like a child through most of it!
I then watched ‘Thirteen Ghosts’ which was the crappest horror film I’ve seen in a long time! Then Cagney and Lacey was on! Oh dear god, trapped in an 80’s Saturday afternoon! Then I had the hottest loveliest bath and Lornie came home from the park and made me dinner. We then dressed up to go, drank white wine on the tube (classy, eh?), met Jessie at her work and drank possibly the foulest vodka on earth!
We met up with Carla to go to ‘Scope to see Little Chris and Herb DJ. I haven’t been to this club in years (apart from this New Year which was shit) so I was quite looking forward to it. It was, however, a pretty shit night all in all – I was in a foul mood due to not getting nearly enough attention from a certain young man…(although Jess did later cheer me up with an amusing rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’ by the White Stripes – you fool!). We were drinking Bacardi Breezers, which for girls who are used to vodka and whiskey was a little boring. We took the piss out of a Liiiaaaamm (a special breed of feathercut boy, who lives/looks/acts like the twat Liam Gallagher) who was snogging random girls on the dance floor and then throwing them aside, all the while carrying a young lady around with him. Very amusing, he was literally doing Liiiaaaaammm impressions onstage at one point, with a tambourine mind, to The Stone Roses ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ – this was one of the funniest things that happened all evening – god help me!
Carla then went home to get a shag from her feathercut neighbour – bizarre. The rest of us went home and slept till 1pm the next day. We then proceeded to lay on our front room floor (bat cave or squat – depending on our mood!) with our duvets, the telly on and ate for the next 10 hrs. Lots of fun…not going to ‘Scope again though.
A lot of us mates have joined Nation States and our egos (or at least I know mine has) have gone haywire! Have a look at mine
I "got off" with a lovely young man last Friday who I have now had a text conversation with – I’ll keep y’all updated!
And finally, tonight I have ‘The Handmaids Tale’ at ENO with Damaris – should be fun (and means that we can pop into Café in the Crypt for something nice to eat – hurrah, hurrah!).
Friday, April 11, 2003
Thursday, April 10, 2003
And ten days later I actually get a moment to write something down!
The Boal lecture went really well - and I managed to get Augusto and Adrian into a taxi pretty sharpish post talk - literally battering girly drama students out of their way! They went onto Bristol for more training and I went to comedy with the girls. Very good fun, esp. the dark, bitter, just about to get divorced gothy guy.
Tuesday - I had a day of training re: Disability Discrimination Act at OSW. It was really informative but I got out at around 4pm to loads of messages on my phone re: my not being at work - goddamn I had told everyone AND put it in my microsoft diary! Went home in a really bad mood. Work is getting majorly stressful with all the training courses at the moment.
Wednesday - I had to go to Manchester to be around for the course there on Thursday morning. Johnny Marr was playing and I was in the student village area - so lots of feathercut passed my way (I thought of Jess and Lorna and their feathercut obsession!)
Thursday - It seemed like the course was going well. Until that is Adrian rang me at lunchtime complaining that the ASDA was too far away. Now my boss tends to overreact to little things so, it wasn't exactly complaining as more shouting at me. I then answered back saying that I disagreed with him! ooohhhh, I have wanted to do that for so long, we stopped the phone conversation and I literally cried...he has had me so stressed recently and all my friends/family were bored shitless with me going on about it! It does seem to have cleared the air though, which is good because he was the only reason that I was considering leaving a job that I adored.
Friday - our Schools tour had finished so we all finished early and descended on the local pub. Unfortunately as I had had no lunch or dinner, I managed to get very drunk very quickly! Hurrah, hurrah I'd spilt a pint by 7pm - hurrah, hurrah!
Jess and Lucy then came to meet me to go to see the Faint - who really do rock BTW - they were so sexy and dark and fun and gothy and 80's synth and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
We then went to Bedrock, to meet up with Lorna who was having her leaving do. We were all beyond pissed up by now...so much so that I got off with Lorna's ex-boyfs best friend, Joe. It did seem to be a major geek love fest though as we had to keep stopping to push up our glasses! Proceeded to ignore mates most of the night, except when Lorna feel asleep on my lap which didn't impede on my getting off skills whatsoever!
Managed to get home, Jess running behind us (we left her in the club with some unsuitable young man). Didn't take Joe home, as I knew how pissed I was and how awful I'd feel in the morning (thus leading to utter hatred of all men esp. those in my bed that won't get out - I HATE one night stands when pissed - actually I only ever had one but I hated it with so much passion that it must never happen again).
Saturday - missed a matinee, shame on me but too drunk still. I had however pulled myself together enough to meet S&M Chris for Foi by the company Les Ballets C de la B - it was amazing. It seemed to be set in a post-11th Sept wasteland, the performers embody either angels or self-absorbed humans. The humans being moved, tickled and manipulated by the angels. It touched beauty, fun and emptiness - issues covered included HIV, Adam and Eve, birth, sex, violence, terror, and on and on....
Monday - a gang of us went to the Comedy night again. Jess, Lorna, Chris and Jan came along. The shows weren’t as great this time as people we trying out there Edinburgh shows. A little painful at times, it must be said. We did, of course, end up in Heaven with Little Chris. He did buy us tequila and chocolate to get us there though!
We had a very fun evening (but my holding hands and flirting with a certain young man is getting out of hand – I am in major danger of getting my heart broken, as I really don’t think he looks at it quite like I do…oh well, que será será).
Tuesday – I only had a half-day at work, as I was meeting Damaris and Richie for a training day at Stratford Circus. The day itself wasn’t very interesting but there were some previews of shows that look quite good and a chance to put faces to some names. However, the fact that I was out of work led to me being hyper and over excited. We went into town to meet Jess during her break between concerts but she was having a crisis so we went to see the Self-Portrait exhibition at the Portrait Gallery. Some of the pieces were amazingly beautiful, to see how people see themselves is so strange…
Damaris and I went for apple crumble and custard in St. Martin’s café and then I went home to my bed and slept for hours!
Wednesday – I met up with South African Chris (we really must find a better nickname for him) to see Macbeth at the Barbican. I went laden with white chocolate fudge – which is really the best thing in the world, to cheer him up with. This worked for some time but the show, oh my god, the show was bad. There were funny bits in it but most of it, oh my god, I was so glad it was over…and so was Chris.
Which brings us to today (Lucy’s birthday, hurrah!) Debrief re: the training courses this afternoon – update later as to whether I still have a job or not!!! Nice night in this evening I think.
But tomorrow The White Stripes and Jack White (have you seen the picture of his thighs in this weeks NME!) and Meg White and blues and rock ‘n’ roll and…and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
And then Bedrock (if we can talk Ellie and Lucy into it).
Minor addition to the weeks notes: Last night I got up after I had put myself to bed to try on a skirt that I fancy wearing tomorrow, just to check that it looked ok with the top I wanted to wear – living with girls for the first time is having a very weird effect on me! Plus my top, headscarf and necklace all match today – hellppppp mmmmmeeeee, I’m a real giiiirrrrrllllll after all…….
The Boal lecture went really well - and I managed to get Augusto and Adrian into a taxi pretty sharpish post talk - literally battering girly drama students out of their way! They went onto Bristol for more training and I went to comedy with the girls. Very good fun, esp. the dark, bitter, just about to get divorced gothy guy.
Tuesday - I had a day of training re: Disability Discrimination Act at OSW. It was really informative but I got out at around 4pm to loads of messages on my phone re: my not being at work - goddamn I had told everyone AND put it in my microsoft diary! Went home in a really bad mood. Work is getting majorly stressful with all the training courses at the moment.
Wednesday - I had to go to Manchester to be around for the course there on Thursday morning. Johnny Marr was playing and I was in the student village area - so lots of feathercut passed my way (I thought of Jess and Lorna and their feathercut obsession!)
Thursday - It seemed like the course was going well. Until that is Adrian rang me at lunchtime complaining that the ASDA was too far away. Now my boss tends to overreact to little things so, it wasn't exactly complaining as more shouting at me. I then answered back saying that I disagreed with him! ooohhhh, I have wanted to do that for so long, we stopped the phone conversation and I literally cried...he has had me so stressed recently and all my friends/family were bored shitless with me going on about it! It does seem to have cleared the air though, which is good because he was the only reason that I was considering leaving a job that I adored.
Friday - our Schools tour had finished so we all finished early and descended on the local pub. Unfortunately as I had had no lunch or dinner, I managed to get very drunk very quickly! Hurrah, hurrah I'd spilt a pint by 7pm - hurrah, hurrah!
Jess and Lucy then came to meet me to go to see the Faint - who really do rock BTW - they were so sexy and dark and fun and gothy and 80's synth and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
We then went to Bedrock, to meet up with Lorna who was having her leaving do. We were all beyond pissed up by now...so much so that I got off with Lorna's ex-boyfs best friend, Joe. It did seem to be a major geek love fest though as we had to keep stopping to push up our glasses! Proceeded to ignore mates most of the night, except when Lorna feel asleep on my lap which didn't impede on my getting off skills whatsoever!
Managed to get home, Jess running behind us (we left her in the club with some unsuitable young man). Didn't take Joe home, as I knew how pissed I was and how awful I'd feel in the morning (thus leading to utter hatred of all men esp. those in my bed that won't get out - I HATE one night stands when pissed - actually I only ever had one but I hated it with so much passion that it must never happen again).
Saturday - missed a matinee, shame on me but too drunk still. I had however pulled myself together enough to meet S&M Chris for Foi by the company Les Ballets C de la B - it was amazing. It seemed to be set in a post-11th Sept wasteland, the performers embody either angels or self-absorbed humans. The humans being moved, tickled and manipulated by the angels. It touched beauty, fun and emptiness - issues covered included HIV, Adam and Eve, birth, sex, violence, terror, and on and on....
Monday - a gang of us went to the Comedy night again. Jess, Lorna, Chris and Jan came along. The shows weren’t as great this time as people we trying out there Edinburgh shows. A little painful at times, it must be said. We did, of course, end up in Heaven with Little Chris. He did buy us tequila and chocolate to get us there though!
We had a very fun evening (but my holding hands and flirting with a certain young man is getting out of hand – I am in major danger of getting my heart broken, as I really don’t think he looks at it quite like I do…oh well, que será será).
Tuesday – I only had a half-day at work, as I was meeting Damaris and Richie for a training day at Stratford Circus. The day itself wasn’t very interesting but there were some previews of shows that look quite good and a chance to put faces to some names. However, the fact that I was out of work led to me being hyper and over excited. We went into town to meet Jess during her break between concerts but she was having a crisis so we went to see the Self-Portrait exhibition at the Portrait Gallery. Some of the pieces were amazingly beautiful, to see how people see themselves is so strange…
Damaris and I went for apple crumble and custard in St. Martin’s café and then I went home to my bed and slept for hours!
Wednesday – I met up with South African Chris (we really must find a better nickname for him) to see Macbeth at the Barbican. I went laden with white chocolate fudge – which is really the best thing in the world, to cheer him up with. This worked for some time but the show, oh my god, the show was bad. There were funny bits in it but most of it, oh my god, I was so glad it was over…and so was Chris.
Which brings us to today (Lucy’s birthday, hurrah!) Debrief re: the training courses this afternoon – update later as to whether I still have a job or not!!! Nice night in this evening I think.
But tomorrow The White Stripes and Jack White (have you seen the picture of his thighs in this weeks NME!) and Meg White and blues and rock ‘n’ roll and…and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
And then Bedrock (if we can talk Ellie and Lucy into it).
Minor addition to the weeks notes: Last night I got up after I had put myself to bed to try on a skirt that I fancy wearing tomorrow, just to check that it looked ok with the top I wanted to wear – living with girls for the first time is having a very weird effect on me! Plus my top, headscarf and necklace all match today – hellppppp mmmmmeeeee, I’m a real giiiirrrrrllllll after all…….
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