oh yea...

So i'm standing at the bus stop this morning with no idea what time it is... I'm lost without my Hazel, she's at home relaxing enjoying her time off...

across the road parked on the footpath (UK) sidewalk (CDN) was a British Telecom service van. All who were stood at the bus stop stared blankly at the man as he sat in his van. Suddenly as if by magic, he started up the ignition and revved the engine and prepared to depart, which meant dismounting the curb and merging with the traffic on the other side of the road... He did the manoeuvre with great stealth... and the split second he pulled into the traffic stream, he poked his tongue out at all of us a the bus stop, and sped off...

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the pumpkins that smashith

the other day at work I was bored... so while doing my normal tasks I stumbled upon this dusty page deep within the Austrian portal that was no longer live... it was a volume of 5 video segments than ran in total for about 30mins. It was a trip from the rise to the fall of the smashing pumpkins. It starts out in a car with Billy speaking about the beginning of the band, he's driving while being interviewed... The story continues and details their rise to fame, stories about meeting band members... sex, drugs, music... heroin overdoses, death. What struck me the most was the music. I've never been a big fan, I can indeed admit to loving some of their songs and even surprisingly own the Ave Adore album, which I can not for the life of me remember buying... anyhoo... It's absolutely incredible what great musicians they are. I'm not at all in the know about these things but the parts of the documentary that covered their creative process, hard work and absolute obsession with perfection was really commendable. Certainly not your flippant rock star scenario, these kids worked hard. They're certainly not for everyone but the drumming and the vocals synch it for me.

One more sleep till ve go to ze countree of france, c'est vachement cool ou quoi?

hmmm, maybe I should enlist a guest blogger while I'm away... anyone interested?

sometimes...

I kind of get the feeling that keeping a blog is like keeping a sticker book. Back when I was wee, it was all the rage to collect stickers, trade them and so on. It was a good time. So is this. At least this way, I'm not competing for the ever ellusive 'garbage pail kids' sticker!

just why is it...

that so many people are attracted to soaps and candles that look and smell like food? do we want to eat fire and bubbles?

perhaps some things are best left unknown.

for some odd reason...

I managed to leave the house this morning without my jacket... I think it's because I'm wearing a suit jacket and shirt today. I thought I would try something new... but, yea... I'm still wearing jeans and trainers along with it... I'm fashionable challenged... I know.

It's very damp today, not so much cold but wet wet wet... hey, wasn't that the name of a terrible boy band. God, maybe I should delete the three wets as I'm sure I'm going to end up with some unsuspecting porn searchers at my site, god knows I already get enough hits from pervs looking for pictures of ...

Hazel asked me the most bizarre question on the way to the bus this morning... 'if you could come up with a new name for a colour, what would it be?' I responded ' ickle' it would be a grey/black/brown colour.... 'honey, have you seen my ickle coloured jumper?' I love it already! A while back I came up with this idea with this designer I worked with at Mitel... it was to invent a line of clothing for the discriminating designer... it was a line of t-shirts or tops made to match their exactly CMYK colour reference... geeky indeed... but we talked of having the numbers somewhere small across the chest or on the arm band... of course the silliness spawned into RGB jeans etc... I'm quite thankful that never happened... mind you, now after I've written it, someone is going to stumble upon my site, rip the idea and make millions... well, if you do... please remember the little people. *snivels*

As of late I've been pondering a bunch of things... my grieving is subsiding a bit so it's allowed for a bit more room to move about. I've been wondering, just what sort of catalyst one would require to fully come into their own... I know time is the best way to become one with yourself and such... I've got evidence of this as now in winter I wear a hat and don't care how silly I look, because I'm warm... I want to transfer some of that self assurance into all elements of my life... Some might say I need to embark on a challenge of sorts and push myself to the utter limits of my soul in order to see my true self... I don't think it's that easy. I think I have to rely on time and patience and just absorb things in until there is no more room for uncertainty. How long will that take... will it take as long as it takes that woman in that poem 'when i'm old I'll wear purple'?

Only 3 more sleeps till...

Our holiday! I'm getting quite excited! I know not everyone is a fan, but the Beaujolais nouveau is released tomorrow (too bad we're not there for the free samples they give out on the street) The French mostly hate it it's just us silly foreigners who consume it... I wish we could stay long enough to catch the festival de lumieres which is on the 8th... It's so lovely!

We watched the movie 'The others' last night. I can quite confidently say that it was 2h of my life that I'll never get back... I can't imagine it was a surprise to anyone watching the film as not but 10 minutes in, it was clear as day that they were all dead... dear god, what a terrible film...

My big work project is pretty much finished, so there isn't much to do... wonder how I'm going to manage to fill up the rest of the week...

Ah yes, all the tenants in our block received a letter threatening anyone playing loud music at unacceptable times of the day will be evicted with 1 months notice, no argument. Strange, for some odd reason the bratty University kids didn't pump their stereo last night... aww such a shame!

so...

yea, the shitty kids three doors down, thought they would be clever and do the loud music late at night thing just to spite all their neighbours whom already want to murder them. Pumping bass from 11pm -12pm again last night...just to make a point to let us all know that daddy's money will protect them from anyone's nasty interfering with their lives?... god help us.

KJ and Simon rang me last night. What a treat to hear from them. I feel kind of bad as I was so knackered after I got home last night... my unusually poisonous hormones aren't helping either... I'm just no fun to be around right now, so I suppose this bad hair day I'm having isn't helping either...

time for holiday... only 4 more sleeps

What a beautiful misty morning

Didn't feel that exciting when I first hauled ass out of bed... could have something to do with our little spoiled brat student neighbours who live 3 doors down and two floors above us, who decided to throw a party and play super loud music, starting at midnight... it was Sunday night for goodness sake... After nearly all the tenants were standing outside screaming up to their flat asking for the music to be turned down, all that was responded was the two finger salute and a lot of stomping on the floor. So we called the police... who don't deal with this anymore... so we called the noise pollution 24h hotline... guess what, due to budget cutbacks, it's only open 9-5... why bother? so we ring the cops again, and go back inside... 30 mins later, the brats had caught wind that the cops were on the way and turned off the music and kicked everyone out... Cops arrived, and were really sweet, terribly young, they couldn't have been older than 20! They told us to let them know if it kicked off again, then left...So near to 2am we finally fell asleep. *sends evil vibes to ignorant rich students who's parents may be bankrolling them*.... but as my mother always said... 'money can not buy class'

Too funny...

I was chatting to my friend Dearbhla today... I said to her...

sj_chick: I see the light at the end of the tunnel

and she replies in her ever so witty way...

swervla: as long as its not the oncoming train

sleep is the enemy...

such as it seems on the weekend... weekdays I just can't get enough. Miss H and I were jolted awake at half two in the morning thinking the alarm went off... of course it hadn't but sure did manage to disturb the rest of the night's slumber... all well doo lally as we left the house- late of course...

It was so funny! ... On our way out, I dropped my glove in the empty rubbish bin outside the loft while trying to chuck in the bin bag... I had a skirt on so miss hazel, fag in hand, climbed up (me holding her by the back of her slacks) trying to fish out my glove using my umbrella... Seriously I was laughing so hard I was crying... you know that uncontrollable laugh/cry thing? Feck, I even have tears in my eyes writing this down... it's amazing how a good laugh first thing in the morning can really make a difference in your mood for the rest of the day!

How super is it that it's Friday?

proof that we were indeed the most ordinary people at the ICA sat. night!

not that we're featured in these pics but you can get an idea of what it was like...

I've dropped around a few sprinklings of letters to people I haven't spoken to in ages. It's so much fun to get little sparks of life from friends a far. give it a try, I dare you.

The sun has broken through the clouds and the white building across the road from my desk looks a bit like a Greek palace because the sky is that blue. but trust me, it's not a palace but a terrible counsel flat with the worst possible netting in the windows I think I've ever seen.

I've noticed how my narrative in this blog has gradually changed here in the last year, I've gone from almost entirely self reflective to outward facing... hmm. I guess it narrows down to the thrill of response, human interaction... guess that's why we humans have stuck around for so long.

Strange things...

Why is it the mere image of Garfield the cartoon cat, evokes the my memory of the taste of zoodles? must be my braincells dying... for those of you who don't know what zoodles are... they were animal shaped pasta figures that came in a tin with tomato sauce.

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le weekend, un reportage de sarah jarrett...

I spent approximately 4-5h on my own in the flat yesterday... not doing much but some laundry, some lounging and some snoozing. It was so fabulous. I spend so much time running around, working, commuting, working out, socializing... I'm just never home alone. It was really chill.

went to the electroLaB party at the ICA on Saturday night. What an interesting event. It was the culmination of everyone from st. martens and goldsmiths, the bigger and whiter and shinier the stilettos were, the better! Couple them with some pink or bright coloured fishnets and you were FABulous! All joking aside, it was a very interesting crowd. Micha and Keith joined us, which proved to be a good laugh. The rain at the end of the evening was not the highlight... I didn't think it was humanly possible to get that soaked! However, the gods were smiling upon us as we all managed to secure seats on the 38 on the way home... nothing to scoff at folks.

It's beautiful and sunny here today. All the office is sick and sniffling. *covers mouth and nose* I'm really not wanting to play that game! only 12 more days till our holiday! Funds are running terribly low. Donations will be accepted.

Can I just mention....

that in Norwegian, the word chat is pratt *giggles*

A letch at the bus stop- the tale of a sad city...


This blog is officially one of my favourite new blogs that I've stumbled across!

Hauling ass to the bus this morning... we got off at Angel to change onto the 30... had a wee chat with our new found French friends who sell coffee and pain au chocolate outside the station. Nice guys. So there we stand in the crowds of people in the gloomy rain... out of the corner of my eye I spot this man who makes kissy kissy actions in my direction... Hazel and I laughed it off and ponder what on earth he could possibly be thinking he could gain by doing this. We thought nothing of it... not but a minute later, he's bumbled through the people and planted himself right next to us and continues his suggestive antics. We were like... hello? you freaking nutter! So we make a loud statement something to the lines of 'it's rather unfortunate that some people are just so rude and intrusive' and walked to the other side of the bus shelter.... Yea, you guessed it. Not but a few moments later he was there again, right in our faces. At that point the bus arrived which was a pretty good thing because at that point I was ready to throttle him. Sicko!

The thing that disheartens me more than his unacceptable letching over two women at a bus stop in the early morning, is the fact that there were so many people around and no one did anything. I mean, if some guy was doing that to another woman and I was there I would certainly pipe up and make it very clear that his actions were not acceptable and that he should sod off... not a man or a woman said a thing... no one wanted to interfere...that is the saddest of all.

Sainsbury's

The sainsbury's at Angel is now open 24h a day. The joy and turmoil, it's hard to recount... Miss H and I stopped in on our way home after meeting up with Theo for a drink... We were by no means, drunk but I believe we were only there to buy fixings to make tacos but ended up spending like 40£ between the two of us... items of note on our shopping lists were...

- 1 joint of beef (hello?) what's that about? I'll have to take pictures as to how Hazel plans to consume this monstrosity...
- 3 yoghurts of various variety (including peach crumble and chocolate banana crunch... no nutritional value in sight)
- taco fixings... including cheese, salsa, avocados, yellow pepper, and taco shells
- Now magazine
- 1 beautiful stainless steel olive oil decanter filled with extra fine virgin olive oil (Hazel couldn't resist, we HAD to own it)

How it amounted to that much... I'll never know... I think they saw us coming a mile away... either that or they've added on a night time service charge... or think we're drunk and stupid... which we weren't but still... why am I so confused?

However, to their credit, Sainsbury's has come up with some great gift ideas for xmas... my favourite being, the chocolate fondue pot. Hmm, someone on my list is going to get that for sure!

today I walked to the bus stop and my socks and trousers got wet from the lashing rain

yesterday I had a great Japanese meal with a friend

the day before I went to the gym and when I was finished, had a nice steam sauna

the day before that I had a terrible hangover

the day before that I walked around town in the rain and got my socks wet

the day before that I rented a bad movie

the day before that, I can't remember a thing

Again the ball of fire has risen in the skies above London

much has transpired over the weekend... hopefully all will settle. The rain and gloomy weather sure did add in it's fair share of pathetic fallacy... lighter notes include being on the 38 on the way home on saturday night after 5 too many martinis taking the role of the bus asshole and dodging anti-Canadian - south park - fueled insults by Keith and Hazel and a screeming queen who was more than delighted to take part...

Busy week ahead... meeting with hon tomorrow night and Therese on Thursday... gym in-between, oh yes and if I'm lucky I might just make it home sometime in between all of that.

Can I just say... do I look like a freaking prossie? I think not. I went across the road last night out into the big bad world outside my loft compound *scoff* and some freaking punter honks his horn at me and tries to follow along beside me... I mean come on now. I'm walking across the road to the shop... so I exit the shop and he's circled around the green and come back and honks again just on the off chance that I am indeed a hooker and I'm just playing hard to get... now I've seen some of the ladies who occasionally work the corners around my street and I can tell you for damn sure they look rough as hell. I really felt like going over to the guys car and asking him if he was having a laugh? Eww eww.