Saturday, February 24, 2007

Lazy Saturday

Last night I went with Mark and Lady Donna to Microbar, at the top of Lavender Hill. I've been wanting to see what this bar was like for ages, and I wasn't disappointed. To find somewhere in Clapham you can get a comfy seat in at 9pm on a Friday night is no small task. And there was the added bonus that the music wasn't screamingly loud and OH MY GOD I'M GETTING OLD.

Ahhhh and the beer. The selection was magnificent! I was drinking something called Liberty ale by the pint. I picked it because I liked the name and I panicked at the bar. After the second pint I dispatched Donna to the bar to find out why I was feeling so drunk. It was 6%.

So this has necessitated (opens Word, check spelling, closes word) a very quiet saturday...


Jog on!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Planning

Okay. Yes. So I still haven't got around to telling you what I've been doing with MAPS, COMPUTER GAMES and, er, LARGE FERRIS WHEELS (readers of Time Out London can probably piece this together with no further help).

But everyone must read this post by Doris, for reasons thusly:

a) It's very funny.

b) It dovetails neatly into my weekend of panic.

c) It contains the line 'Parking Reserved for Vicar at All Time'.

Fabulous. Just fabulous.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Go Go Gadget Proscratination!

I have a big work deadline over the weekend. I have to hand in a scary number of words ("I am word processing") on Monday afternoon.

So, naturally, I have just watched every single episode of the glorious and magnificent Black Books.



In between this I have been doing useful pieces of research, such as looking at things like this on the world wide internets:



Open chevron PANIC close chevron ARGGGHHHH!!!! open chevron forward slash PANIC close chevron...

Monday, February 12, 2007

Hernia!

...as in hiatus.

Bastard Blogger has forced me to upgrade with a Google account and such. I think I'm now on Blogger Beta or something. I dunno. Anyway. this coincided with me turning on comment moderation, as some of my old posts were getting boggged down in semi-pornographic adverts for Viagra. Which is fine, but annoying.

So here I am. Hi! Sorry it took a little while for some comments to appear. I am back form the sky now. Wheee.

I have been to lots of lovely exhibitions and things lately. At some point I will tell you allll about them.

TTFN.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Wednesday Night Campery

Right. Is it me, or are these people on fire at the moment? I just watched the third series episode based around the supermarket and got ridiculously over-excited.





Normally it's only 24 that gets me so tense. Good grief. Laurie Metcalfe has a fine career as a psycho ahead of her. But why coudln't Dougray Scot just be Scottish? That Cary Grant English accent is really odd.

Anyway. More interesting posts to follow. Honest Guv.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Thursday, February 01, 2007

What. The. Hell.

Oh, lovely Mister Gillepsie Sells - WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??

This from The Guardian on Microshit's launch of Vista:
"But as a launch, it was not without feeling. Specifically, it included a cameo performance by Dan Gillespie Sells, lead singer with those local purveyors of civilised pop, The Feeling. He picked up his guitar and sang to illustrate Vista's musical features - the ones from the old Media Center version of Windows - and as a taster for the whole band's free performance on the plaza outside the library."

Noooooo! Say nay to the evil, all-conquering Gates shilling!! Oh! Oh! And Thrice Oh! Macs are love-er-lee.

WELL. I'm not one to spread malicious gossip or anything, because I was brought up proper.


HOWEVER. If I were to just happen to recount that while I was out a-disco-dancing in this fair capital city I MAY HAVE seen a certain indie SOMEONE shaking their groove thing to Aqua's Barbie Girl, and singing along like they were having a LOT OF FUN then that would be ENTIRELY by coincidence AND IN NO WAY related to my above slight disappointment.

Hah. Indies chic band not looking quite so stylish now, are they? Hmm? HMM?

And yes. Er. I may also have been, uh, kind of, singing along too. And maybe dancing. Rather excitedly. Fuckitfuckitfuckit.

And actually, Twelve Stops And Home is still a rather splendid slice of guitar-based popular music. Dammit. And Mister Gillespie Sells is very smart, in the middle of the picture there, with his mild yellow blazer with terribly dashing black piping....

And The Feeling are really rather cool, if not exactly cutting edge*.

Look, okay, there are more people more erractic than me on the internets. For instance, as flagged up byDelrico Bandito, those who have enough time to remove the Garfield thought bubbles from Jim Davis cartoon strips. See here.

Brilliant! As DJ Del points out, they turn into just a depressed, rather lonely man talking to his cat. Alone.

WHICH MAY WELL BE ME ONE DAY SO DON'T LAUGH.

I'm a bit shouty today.



* Bends legs at the knees a la Daisy Steiner.