What’s going on?

September 5, 2013

Fast-forward three years. I’m in Sussex.  What a random place to end up.

There are a number of things that are slightly odd about Sussex. Firstly – there’s no music. None.  The odd pubs with men with guitars, the odd Irish band. But a proper gig? No. You have to go to Brighton or to London.

Problem is – I haven’t got the money to go to London and I can’t be bothered to go to Brighton. It’s not even that it’s that far – it’s just awkward. Really awkward. Went to a Graham Coxon gig in Brighton last year – we got lost somewhere down the line and ended up at some random station in the middle of nowhere. I don’t even think the station staff knew where they were.

Interestingly – if you Google Sussex you get a few pictures of pretty churches, but most of all – chickens. Apparently many people in Sussex keep chickens.

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So what do we do in Sussex?

Good question. People round here seem to do one or another of the following:

  • Trips away at weekends – not us, we’ve no money and I have a husband (yup – husband!) who works in a bar at weekends.
  • The gym.  I hate the gym. Discussions revolve around a) how many times you go to the gym and b) which classes you attend. Yawn.
  • Generic. Outdoor. Activity. Be it sailing, cycling, tennis, camping or horse riding, you’ll do one of these (or all!) if you live in Sussex. I plumped for the latter.

Three years on from my last post and I am married and the owner of a horse. It’s fine – as long as you don’t talk to anyone else who owns a horse. They’re all a bit…horsey.

I like to think of mine as a rather large dog. He follows me round, licks my face and sheds everywhere.

Long time no blog

September 5, 2013

So.

 

Been three plus years.

 

I missed you blog. I missed you sheep. I don’t have a clue what this little pop out box thing is for and i’ve no idea where my music taste disappeared to. Hang on – where are the wee boxes? Where are the choices of categories?  What happened to you?

 

Perhaps I’ll just end this one here.

Music Sunday

April 25, 2010

As a person with OCD walking into Britney Spears’ brain, so was my response to my current music library.

  I’m an impulsive downloader, a compulsive house-mover and a worker of 60-70 hour weeks for 2 years.  This makes for a very unhappy state of affairs to the point where I could no longer look my playlist in the face.  I was a fan of the alphabetised CD collection.  Now, with a reliance on ITunes, I find I can’t locate what I need.  I hate it.

It’s put me off.  Completely.

Who can be arsed to mess about, trying to find a decent song when needing to walk to work.  I gave up and relegated the IPod to a desk drawer.  But the result is a Moyles Misery of car journeys.  I haven’t felt like myself for months.  A year maybe.  It’s all related to my lack of organisation.  I blame myself; as the average ex-husband – or ex-wife – laments, “if only I’d made more time for us”.  If only.

I find myself, bizarrely, with a free Sunday, and the perfect way to fill it.  So, Innis & Gunn at the ready, I set about unjumbling the mass of poorly-filed, mass-downloaded mp3s. 

  How to stay positive in these needy times?  Radiohead of course.  In Rainbows, an album which will, consistently, pick me up – despite my other half’s hatred of Radiohead.  This is why it comes to my aid only when alone as, at other times, I am forced to endure the woeful tones of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. 

I’m finding…

a tune here.

a tune there.

tunes I’d thought were lost.

and others that I never even realised I had!  (obviously product of a drunken epic downloading session)

I feel better already.  And the summer approaches – filled with festivals, gigs, listings and hours on end spent picking through the dark overtones, selecting those more appropriate for the outside.  My mojo is back and it’s kicking off with Krafty Kuts on Friday.  Who’s in?

When gingers became cute

January 27, 2010

Gingers get bad press, especially in Scotland.  But these two are exceptions:

Nameless Fluffy Things

January 25, 2010

I’m very excited today as I’m off to Falkirk in a few minutes to pick up the new additions to our home – two 6-week old ginger male kittens.

  But we can’t decide on what to call them! 

Help!  Dave wants to call them Chewy (Chewbacca) and Ninja, whereas I prefer Charlie or Fred and Ginger. 

Other pairings are Chewy and Wicket, Whisky and Tonic, Hendricks and Tonic.

Give us your opinion:

Munching Pringles is preferable to filling out job applications

January 22, 2010

(particularly the BBQ-flavoured ones)

Fact.

2010 – and no bugs in sight

January 17, 2010

It’s ten years since the Millennium!  All that fuss about computers crashing and bugs happen a DECADE ago!!  It really doesn’t feel like that long; however here are some facts about 2000 just in case you’ve forgotten:

The highest grossing box office film was Mission Impossible II, followed by Gladiator.

Speaking of Gladiator, it won Best Film at the Oscars, with Russell Crowe winning the Oscar for Best Actor.  Julia Roberts won Best Actress for Erin Brockovich.

It was a strange year for music, as pop was still leading – S Club 7 and Steps still going, plus a certain popstarlet called Britney Spears had recently become a household name.  This was the year Eminem began his assault on the charts with The Real Slim Shady.  It was the first time most people had heard of a singer called Dido, who featured in Stan by Eminem.  She later went on to bore the pants off most of us with her over-popular and dreary collection of reed-thin vocals.

UK number 1’s included:

  • Madonna – Music
  • All Saints – Pure Shores
  • U2 – Beautiful Day
  • Britney Spears – Oops I Did It Again
  • Spiller – Groovejet
  • Robbie Williams – Rock DJ
  • Kylie Minogue – Spinning Around
  • Oasis – Go Let It Out

Celebrity Deaths in 2000:

  • Alec Guinness (Obi Wan in Star Wars)
  • Barbara Cartland
  • Lolo Ferrari (famous for having the largest breasts in history)
  • Walter Mattheu
  • Paula Yates (responsible for spawning ‘celebrity’ brat Peaches Geldolf)

And in history:

  • The closest presidential fight ever between Al Gore and the most idiotic man who ever lived, George W. Bush.
  • Mapping of the human genome for the first time.
  • Russian submarine, the Kursk, sank.  The public was horrified by reports that crew may still remain alive for a while below the sea.

Meanwhile the mobile phone had taken off, with most of us now owning a mobile phone.  Mine was a particularly lovely (and huge) Nokia, which reflected the light and turned different colours.  I loved that phone!  Until someone stole it out of my bag one day in Bella Pasta 😦

This year we’re looking forward to the following film releases:

  • The Book of Eli
  • The Lovely Bones
  • Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland
  • The A-Team
  • Clash of the Titans

and in music, new albums include…

  • Vampire Weekend
  • MGMT
  • Kings of Leon
  • Outkast
  • Hot Chip
  • Massive Attack
  • REM
  • Lightspeed Champion
  • The White Stripes (?) – live album
  • Goldfrapp
  • Arcade Fire
  • Justice
  • Kraftwerk
  • Klaxons
  • NERD
  • Mystery Jets

Glastonbury’s 40th anniversary, plus, the return (cross fingers!) of one of the best festivals i’ve been to in recent years – Hydro Connect, cancelled last year due to the recession.

Happy 2010 everyone!!!

 

 

Speedy Christmas

January 17, 2010

Is it me or does Christmas gain roller skates as you get older?  You’ve only just packed away your summer flip flops when the dreaded Morrison’s advert appears on television.  Now I love Top Gear, but I confess I find the grinning image of Richard Hammond slavering over the thought of turkey and fresh Scottish salmon puts me off my tree chocolates.

  When I was young, Christmas seemed to take an age to arrive.  The countdown began with the harvest festival, crawled on towards Halloween, through bonfire night and then, finally, the day would arrive when you were allowed to open the first advent calendar window.  The next three weeks were painfully slow, filled with Christmas play rehearsals, writing cards to friends and deciding which colour of bubble bath Mum would like this year.  The worst part were those few days after school finished, mooching around the house waiting for the hours to tick by until Santa arrived.

  Now it feels like the world’s in acceleration.  I never find time to write all my Christmas cards, I’ve failed the last 2 years to organise a Christmas meal with my friends and, one week before the big day, my gift list was looking poor.  I work in hospitality and, it seemed, my occupation in ensuring everyone elses’ Christmases were magical meant my own was seriously lacking in organisation.  However, somehow I got everything done, the gifts were wrapped and my last shift on Christmas Eve passed without drama (albeit a little bit uncomfortably as boredom forced me to eat half a tin of Cadbury’s Roses).

  The day itself was lovely.  Far too much to eat, two helpings of family movies (Santa Clause The Movie and The Incredibles) and a fierce Cranium battle.  The Boy insisted on dragging me to the Boxing Day sales (he has expensive taste in T-shirts), and was furious that, on our return, I appeared to have had considerably more bargain success than him.  He was unamused when I pointed out that new pillows counted as ‘for him’.

  Blink twice and our Hogmanay day shift arrived, in a flurry of tying balloons to barblades (balloon weight improvisation at its best in a bar), changing the decorations on the 20 restaurant Christmas trees and polishing hundreds of champagne flutes in anticipation of the evening.  A quick shower and change later and we were on our (slidey) way to a rooftop party, overlooking Edinburgh’s skyline.  I felt great pity for all those poor souls ‘enjoying’ the street party in subzero temperatures as we, having toasted the bells with Champagne, disappeared down below to continue celebrations in the warm flat.

  I don’t remember much else from that night…I blame the toxic combination of Champagne and rum.

  Moving swiftly on, and suddenly it’s mid-January.  My head’s filled with plans for the year; festival preparations, the quest for a new job, wedding gifts to buy, my impending 30th birthday (gaaaah!).  So I wonder…does it get faster as you get older?  When I’m 80 years old, will I even notice Christmas?  Or perhaps it’ll reach a peak and begin to slow down again.

  Creme Egg anyone?

These girls fall like dominoes! dominoes!

December 2, 2009

I love XFM, through the cable TV.  Awesome.

Slave to the Trade

November 25, 2009

No, no, i’m not a prostitute.

HELLO! I’m back!  What a break.  What a long long absence.  I yawn, and stretch my arms out to the sides, luxuriously like a langur monkey.

Oh yes.  A monkey.

I missed you.  I missed you all! 

I was a slave. A slave to the trade.  Hooked up to an infernal earpiece of torture – one that was accessed by four and twenty voices at once, all requesting my presence in kitchens, on bars and in restaurants.  For I have been enmeshed within the confines of hospitality.  Every day making the world a better place, for the diners on sashimi, the drinkers of Tanqueray and the nibblers of bar bites. 

  But never fear – the soul is still intact.  Alas the music has lapsed.  No time.  So little time.  But with avengence I jump back onto the bandwagon of indie, of rock, of electro and of dance.    They were not neglected.  There was always listening, always appreciating.  Just little recording and speaking and attending.

  Hello to you all, my fellow bloggers, my friends and any enemies I may have.  For today is my 2nd day of unemployment and, I have to say, it rather becomes me.

  So here, to celebrate.  Is a little of what I’ve been listening to over the past 4 months…


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