Another weekend, another shiny new blog for you all to devour. I don't like saying 'all', I really should accost some fans some day. Though maybe if I leave it as is, it'll become a cult classic, to gradually be hailed by the whole world. I'll be like Emily Dickenson - uncovered in years to come!
Yeah, now I'm just being a twat. Back to my weekend...which was surprisingly very quiet! We'll ignore Lou and I getting far too excited about 'I Will Survive' coming on at Millie's 18th and me plotting to murder the exceedingly rude barmaid. I asked for a drink and you'd have thought I'd very crudely asked for a sexual favour by the way she looked at me. What a bitch.
On Saturday, I had an eagerly anticipated lie-in, having booked a weekend of death-row pardon (that's 'weekend off work' to you lot). However, my slightly groggy, sun-dappled morn was broken by the sight of my little brother hobbling into the flat. He informed us that he and some friends had been having a snowball fight at three in the morning, when he had slipped and heard his anklebone snap. In an attempt to be tough and manly (and, I suspect, delirious with pain), he had slept over it, which only exacerbated things. A taxi to the hospital with Mum and he was safely in plaster without having shed a tear. Almost causes a lump in the throat, does that brave little soldier - sniff.
After that, it was time to go to Tom's for some much-needed mash potato making. De Facto, Jen and Keef came over late afternoon, as we had all decided to see 'Cloverfield'. Having shared the most rubbish bottle of wine ever (like vinegary water for £8...proof money can't buy you everything), we trotted off to Cineworld.
I myself am a rather avid film connisseur, but I'm not beyond making immature comments during the trailers. The best one had to have come from De Facto, though. An advert for STIs featured some incredibly attractive people getting hot and heavy, though they were wearing garments with 'Gonnorhea' and the like printed on them. De Facto, very loudly, claimed 'If I'm honest, that'd put me off!', causing me to choke on my peanut M&M's in a fit of giggles.
Something that completely tipped me over the edge was a trailer for - wait for it - a U2 concert...in 3D. As a well-known Bono-hater, I was heard loudly muttering 'What a fucking cunt!' and so on, until Tom had to shove a handful of popcorn in my gob to silence me.
As for 'Cloverfield' itself, it really is much better than your run-of-the-mill modern horror film. Handheld camera work managed to save it from being too clichéd and we were genuinely chilled at the prospect of a monster tearing up Sheffield as we left the cinema.
Sunday was rightfully peaceful, so Tom and I drove down to The Old House for pub grub and then wandered round Topshop. I was originally going to allow him to meet the mother, but with the flat looking like a war hospital, I thought better of it.
Tomorrow is Elie's band's gig at The Harley, as well as some educational fun, it being a Monday and all. Until we meet again!
Sunday 3 February 2008
Tuesday 29 January 2008
Nothing Can Stop This Creeping Fear
This week so far has been a big melting pot of debauched fun and frolics and erm...parent's evenings. Nuff said.
Actually, the proper name is consultation evening (aka. a parent's 'but you're 18 now, so we make it sound more grown-up' evening). They're always odd experiences, are parent's - sorry CONSULTATION - evenings. Mainly because, if you're clever, you're getting complimented left, right and centre, but never actually to you. It's all "Isn't your daughter lovely?", while you sit there, grinning like a buffoon.
Still, who am I to complain about being bigged up, eh? Some of my favourite praises included "already working at an undergraduate level" and "With Mary-Jo, you can have a cup of tea and take a step back...she practically teaches herself!"
Straight after that, it was off to Tom's and then to West Street Live for my inner wild child to burst forth. Who am I kidding though? OJ of Oh My Word! infamy, at 28, is more of a wild child than I (or anyone else for that matter) will ever be. This Monday night, however, he seemed a little more nervous than usual and this was quickly pinned to the presence of his ex-girlfriend. Said ex is a model from America and they recently copped off again...even though she's married! I think they're at the 'just good friends' stage now though.
Jump a few days to last night, though and it was time to round up the troops and go to see Blood Red Shoes play the Leadmill. Meeting the friends in The Howard beforehand was absolutely lovely, until, much to the horror of Jen and I, who should we see on the cover of a local music magazine but that same musician from many posts ago?! The whole table, including Tom, thought this was hilarious and instantly craned around to get a look at him. Tom and Elie merely concluded that he needed a shave.
On to the Leadmill, however and the first band on, Dark Sparks, were pretty bloody fantastic if I do say so myself. Jen was relieved, since she's booked them for her first club night at DQ and I went and had a friendly chat with the frontman after their set and nabbed a free CD.
The second band on were Lovers and though most of us were in the over 18's bar sampling the cushions as they played, I have been informed they were brilliant. More fool me, eh? Jen had a chat to Blood Red Shoes' drummer/vocalist and seemed a little bit thrilled - she wants to have his babies, I hear.
Both members of Blood Red Shoes clambered onto the tiny stage to raucous applause and cheering and I must say they were excellent. Comapring them to The White Stripes (one boy, one girl...what time did you get to bed drawing up that comparison then?) is lazy journalism at its worse, as while the American duo deliberately go after that stripped-down sound, tonight's Brighton combo make more noise than a lot of bands you're likely to hear! They have justifiably been pushed into the limelight very suddenly and it was truly heartwarming to see the glee at the reception they received.
Tonight is Millie's 18th, which means...fancy dress party! Time to throw on my gun moll outfit and dance to some cheesy pop in a working men's club. More on that later though.
Actually, the proper name is consultation evening (aka. a parent's 'but you're 18 now, so we make it sound more grown-up' evening). They're always odd experiences, are parent's - sorry CONSULTATION - evenings. Mainly because, if you're clever, you're getting complimented left, right and centre, but never actually to you. It's all "Isn't your daughter lovely?", while you sit there, grinning like a buffoon.
Still, who am I to complain about being bigged up, eh? Some of my favourite praises included "already working at an undergraduate level" and "With Mary-Jo, you can have a cup of tea and take a step back...she practically teaches herself!"
Straight after that, it was off to Tom's and then to West Street Live for my inner wild child to burst forth. Who am I kidding though? OJ of Oh My Word! infamy, at 28, is more of a wild child than I (or anyone else for that matter) will ever be. This Monday night, however, he seemed a little more nervous than usual and this was quickly pinned to the presence of his ex-girlfriend. Said ex is a model from America and they recently copped off again...even though she's married! I think they're at the 'just good friends' stage now though.
Jump a few days to last night, though and it was time to round up the troops and go to see Blood Red Shoes play the Leadmill. Meeting the friends in The Howard beforehand was absolutely lovely, until, much to the horror of Jen and I, who should we see on the cover of a local music magazine but that same musician from many posts ago?! The whole table, including Tom, thought this was hilarious and instantly craned around to get a look at him. Tom and Elie merely concluded that he needed a shave.
On to the Leadmill, however and the first band on, Dark Sparks, were pretty bloody fantastic if I do say so myself. Jen was relieved, since she's booked them for her first club night at DQ and I went and had a friendly chat with the frontman after their set and nabbed a free CD.
The second band on were Lovers and though most of us were in the over 18's bar sampling the cushions as they played, I have been informed they were brilliant. More fool me, eh? Jen had a chat to Blood Red Shoes' drummer/vocalist and seemed a little bit thrilled - she wants to have his babies, I hear.
Both members of Blood Red Shoes clambered onto the tiny stage to raucous applause and cheering and I must say they were excellent. Comapring them to The White Stripes (one boy, one girl...what time did you get to bed drawing up that comparison then?) is lazy journalism at its worse, as while the American duo deliberately go after that stripped-down sound, tonight's Brighton combo make more noise than a lot of bands you're likely to hear! They have justifiably been pushed into the limelight very suddenly and it was truly heartwarming to see the glee at the reception they received.
Tonight is Millie's 18th, which means...fancy dress party! Time to throw on my gun moll outfit and dance to some cheesy pop in a working men's club. More on that later though.
Sunday 27 January 2008
Find Yourself A New Glass
Well, last time I blogged here I mentioned that this blog might take disturbing, new, socialite-like forms. Since I'm not one to let a reader (i.e. Nina...and, erm, that's it) down, what better way to start my Hilton-esque ramblings than with an account of my weekend?
Friday involved mucho twee indie fun at Offbeat, which was celebrating its 11th birthday. Keef, Elie, Tom and I bundled into a taxi and, while the boys went in search of a cash machine, Elie and I took advantage of a rather special drinks offer in the S1 bar: 'Buy two glasses of rosé wine and get the rest of the bottle free!'. Plonking ourselves onto some sofas, we met some of Elie's friends to compare mix CDs.
In celebration of its 11th birthday, you see, Offbeat was issuing its very first mix CD challenge. The idea was that you make a CD, hand it into the DJ booth and get given one by a fellow Offbeater, hopefully getting into some new music.
Mine was full of twee songs which were sure to please Offbeat's regular clientelle and I had even drawn balloons and an Offbeat birthday cake on the handmade (aka. a folded up piece of lilac thin card) case, so imagine my outrage when the CD I received didn't even have a tracklist! It just had the bloke's email address! I said to the others (now including OJ, Sleeves and Rob), 'This best be the best fucking mix CD EVER!'
After a second bottle of wine, what should come on but 'Bathroom Gurgle' by Late of the Pier? Thrilled that a song had come on that they actually knew, Keef and Tom quickly hightailed it to the dancefloor with Elie and I. We were bounding about like the bonafide nutters we are when I, obviously too caught up in the music and the alcohol, suddenly lost all control of my wine glass, which smashed on Offbeat's floor.
Utterly shocked, humiliated and highly amused, I stood at the bar for what felt like donkey's years, dreading asking for JUST a glass! Luckily the rather lovely barman just laughed and pretended it would cost me a pound and I happily toddled over to the bottle of rosé.
A few more glasses of wine and some Offbeat birthday cake (yummmm!) later, I was delightfully squiffy and ended up blurting out to Tom that I loved him. Luckily, he did not suddenly become very transfixed with his shoelaces, but seemed thrilled I'd said it and said he loved me too. A very happy bunny, I got into a taxi to get a few hours sleep before work on Saturday morning.
Work was, as usual, mind-numbingly boring, so I am not even going to write about that. At about 2, Tom picked me up to help him pick out some clothes and assist him in getting a haircut at Toni & Guy. I had been chirruping all week that I most definitely knew where it was - this, owever, turned out to be a big raging lie, as the hairdressers I thought it was was actually called Essensuals. After ringing Keef and De Facto, we eventually plumped for asking Jen, who was with De Facto (apparently, he hadn't answered because he was laden with bags from Holland & Barrett) and all met in a bar near to the actual Toni & Guy for a quick drink.
All of the employees at Toni & Guy look like they should be gracing the pages of i-D! I may have to go there for my next haircut, purely because their's looked so very good. Tom's looked lovely too and afterwards, I was quick to grab him and shout 'You can see more of that beautiful faaace!' in my best 'dinner lady' voice.
Tom and I had a lovely night in eating Chinese food, but I had to wake up ridiculously early to get a taxi home so I could get ready for work. Ironically, since one of our sets of keys has gone missing, both Mum and I were locked out. The duty of letting us in had been passed down to Nick, who, of course, was dead to the world and wouldn't even wake up when security rang the flat. Knowing I would be drastically late for work and having utterly given up trying to rouse my sleeping brother, Mum and I went for breakfast and had lovely chit chats. You haven't lived until you've sat eating Egg McMuffins with messy hair and eyeliner.
Hopefully, this coming week should be just as fun. The Oh My Word! boys have a gig on Monday and on Thursday, I'm on the guestlist for Blood Red Shoes, so I will update very soon.
P.S. The mix CD actually was rather brilliant. I've emailed the guy asking for a tracklist, but no reply so far...HMMBAH!
Friday involved mucho twee indie fun at Offbeat, which was celebrating its 11th birthday. Keef, Elie, Tom and I bundled into a taxi and, while the boys went in search of a cash machine, Elie and I took advantage of a rather special drinks offer in the S1 bar: 'Buy two glasses of rosé wine and get the rest of the bottle free!'. Plonking ourselves onto some sofas, we met some of Elie's friends to compare mix CDs.
In celebration of its 11th birthday, you see, Offbeat was issuing its very first mix CD challenge. The idea was that you make a CD, hand it into the DJ booth and get given one by a fellow Offbeater, hopefully getting into some new music.
Mine was full of twee songs which were sure to please Offbeat's regular clientelle and I had even drawn balloons and an Offbeat birthday cake on the handmade (aka. a folded up piece of lilac thin card) case, so imagine my outrage when the CD I received didn't even have a tracklist! It just had the bloke's email address! I said to the others (now including OJ, Sleeves and Rob), 'This best be the best fucking mix CD EVER!'
After a second bottle of wine, what should come on but 'Bathroom Gurgle' by Late of the Pier? Thrilled that a song had come on that they actually knew, Keef and Tom quickly hightailed it to the dancefloor with Elie and I. We were bounding about like the bonafide nutters we are when I, obviously too caught up in the music and the alcohol, suddenly lost all control of my wine glass, which smashed on Offbeat's floor.
Utterly shocked, humiliated and highly amused, I stood at the bar for what felt like donkey's years, dreading asking for JUST a glass! Luckily the rather lovely barman just laughed and pretended it would cost me a pound and I happily toddled over to the bottle of rosé.
A few more glasses of wine and some Offbeat birthday cake (yummmm!) later, I was delightfully squiffy and ended up blurting out to Tom that I loved him. Luckily, he did not suddenly become very transfixed with his shoelaces, but seemed thrilled I'd said it and said he loved me too. A very happy bunny, I got into a taxi to get a few hours sleep before work on Saturday morning.
Work was, as usual, mind-numbingly boring, so I am not even going to write about that. At about 2, Tom picked me up to help him pick out some clothes and assist him in getting a haircut at Toni & Guy. I had been chirruping all week that I most definitely knew where it was - this, owever, turned out to be a big raging lie, as the hairdressers I thought it was was actually called Essensuals. After ringing Keef and De Facto, we eventually plumped for asking Jen, who was with De Facto (apparently, he hadn't answered because he was laden with bags from Holland & Barrett) and all met in a bar near to the actual Toni & Guy for a quick drink.
All of the employees at Toni & Guy look like they should be gracing the pages of i-D! I may have to go there for my next haircut, purely because their's looked so very good. Tom's looked lovely too and afterwards, I was quick to grab him and shout 'You can see more of that beautiful faaace!' in my best 'dinner lady' voice.
Tom and I had a lovely night in eating Chinese food, but I had to wake up ridiculously early to get a taxi home so I could get ready for work. Ironically, since one of our sets of keys has gone missing, both Mum and I were locked out. The duty of letting us in had been passed down to Nick, who, of course, was dead to the world and wouldn't even wake up when security rang the flat. Knowing I would be drastically late for work and having utterly given up trying to rouse my sleeping brother, Mum and I went for breakfast and had lovely chit chats. You haven't lived until you've sat eating Egg McMuffins with messy hair and eyeliner.
Hopefully, this coming week should be just as fun. The Oh My Word! boys have a gig on Monday and on Thursday, I'm on the guestlist for Blood Red Shoes, so I will update very soon.
P.S. The mix CD actually was rather brilliant. I've emailed the guy asking for a tracklist, but no reply so far...HMMBAH!
Thursday 17 January 2008
Missed The Last Bus...
...I realise that's no excuse for being late in my blogging, avid readers and for that I am sorry!
"Well," I replied "I don't want to say anything, because I don't know how many people you know that I know." What I really meant was that I was sure he would know, since my friend works in music promotion.
"Put it this way, I know ----- is a complete wanker to girls...and guys for that matter."
Turns out musician uses this wounded puppy act (it's fucking irresistable) to lure people into bed...and obviously I fell for it. Slut with a capital 'S', so he is.
However, every cloud has a silver lining as they say, because my informant then went on to tell me that the exact same thing had happened to one of his best friends and said that the two of us should meet up and "compare notes", which we did. It is through these two new friends that I made a whole host of new friends and met my boyfriend! Oh yes, readers, you heard it here first (unless you know me and you're reading this, of course)!
His name is Tom and he truly is rather lovely, both physically and personality-wise and it's been over a month since we got together with nothing going wrong! I don't want this to turn into an 'OMG I luff ma bf sooo much!!!111' type blog, so I'll just say I couldn't be happier right now.
On other news, I am eagerly awaiting offers from various universities to study English. So far, I've been given a conditional offer from Sheffield, but I'm truly holding out for Manchester or Leeds. Watch this space for more details.
You can also expect this blog to take on some weird 'Diary Of A Socialite' sort of form (though with no ghostwriters and less grammatical errors), as since the age of the first legal pint came to pass in October, I have been hitting the tiles more and more. Hence many a drunken antic to be recounted and mystery bruises to weep over. If that doesn't get me some avid readers this year...well, I'll just have to try harder.
Actually, come to think of it, I haven't any avid readers really. I should probably set about finding some.
So, last time I wrote, a musician was giving me Giant Question Mark Above Head Syndrome and...actually, yeah that seems to be about it. I'm glad I actually got a life recently.
My embarrassing schoolgirl crush on said musician was extinguished like a raging inferno when I found out some particularly incriminating news about him. Shortly after my last post, I befriended a rather lovely bloke (we're still very good friends now) and, without naming names, told him of the musician fandango. Said friend replied with "I bet I know who it is.""Well," I replied "I don't want to say anything, because I don't know how many people you know that I know." What I really meant was that I was sure he would know, since my friend works in music promotion.
"Put it this way, I know ----- is a complete wanker to girls...and guys for that matter."
Turns out musician uses this wounded puppy act (it's fucking irresistable) to lure people into bed...and obviously I fell for it. Slut with a capital 'S', so he is.
However, every cloud has a silver lining as they say, because my informant then went on to tell me that the exact same thing had happened to one of his best friends and said that the two of us should meet up and "compare notes", which we did. It is through these two new friends that I made a whole host of new friends and met my boyfriend! Oh yes, readers, you heard it here first (unless you know me and you're reading this, of course)!
His name is Tom and he truly is rather lovely, both physically and personality-wise and it's been over a month since we got together with nothing going wrong! I don't want this to turn into an 'OMG I luff ma bf sooo much!!!111' type blog, so I'll just say I couldn't be happier right now.
On other news, I am eagerly awaiting offers from various universities to study English. So far, I've been given a conditional offer from Sheffield, but I'm truly holding out for Manchester or Leeds. Watch this space for more details.
You can also expect this blog to take on some weird 'Diary Of A Socialite' sort of form (though with no ghostwriters and less grammatical errors), as since the age of the first legal pint came to pass in October, I have been hitting the tiles more and more. Hence many a drunken antic to be recounted and mystery bruises to weep over. If that doesn't get me some avid readers this year...well, I'll just have to try harder.
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