21 July 05                                     [index]

Heidi

Listening to:

Les Georges Leningrad - Sur Les Traces de Black Eskimo (LP)
The Young Lions - No News, Strange Rumours (EP)
Random Hold - Random Hold (EP)
Test-Icicles - Boa vs Python
The Cravats - Seance
Deadzilla - demos
Fun Boy Three - The Telephone Always Rings

Reading: Generation X by Douglas Coupland

Watching: David Devant and His Spirit Wife (live), Maximo Park (live), Eddie Izzard (video) and Stella Street (video).

Drinking: Swish cocktails (Sunday), not-so-swish cocktails (Thursday).

Things I have learned this week:

1) Paul Simon's seminal work 'Call Me Al' is in fact all about going into rehab - the lyric 'I can call you Betty' is a reference to the Betty Ford Clinic and the 'Al' in question is an abbreviation of 'Alcoholic'...
2) Eating cactus fruit is more trouble than it's worth.

 

Barny

spent saturday night partly in the company of a dusty, wired, over-educated, right-wing baboon, a species which has amazed scientists with its ability to exist solely on a diet of tabloid headlines, which it will regurgitate to feed its young, and indeed anyone else with the misfortune to be in the vicinity- and this specimen was in my flat! it's difficult to debate with an ape if, despite using its glowing red cheeks as a mouthpiece, it still considers itself a member of a more elevated species. watched as lovely friend ben whipped away the branches as the blustering baboon attempted to swing from issue to unrelated issue, crashing each time to the ground, each time picking itself up and blundering on oblivious...

spent thursday night ecstatic. Thank-you to everyone who came and extra-specially to mr. ashley shaw for filming what was, for me at least, a momentous event. Think i may have lost my usual cool and habitual self-control for a brief and unspecified period of time afterwards, so apologies to anyone i hugged or kissed once or five times too often... and thank-you to jim for graciously lending me his floorboards and allowing me to sleep on them uncovered, and also to his son ralph AKA tinks for the packet of nappies i was privileged enough to lay my head upon- this is the opulence from which i had to drag myself after 2 hours of semi-sleep in order to race back to brighton in time to remove my nail varnish before work.

torn between london and brighton, difficult to find the archipelago of exotic restaurants available up there down here, but easier to find quiet, romantic spots- beach, waves and moonlight don't hurt, shame about chill wind and complete lack of confidence.

love and thoughts with tris and alex.

 

earlier posts

20 July 05 Buffalo 66, red shoes and a new frock...
12 July 05 Diversions, hair conditioner, pots of tea and idiots...
1 July 05 Angela Carter, exotic fruits and pink person-stripes...

29 June 05 Dresden Dolls, Tori Amos, enticing flatmate...
28 June 05 Welly welding, ghost trains, vaginas, bitching...
16 June 05 Posh biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies jabs and the History of Western Philosophy...