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§ S.E. Hinton: Rumble Fish

Often it's a bad idea to re-read books you loved as a teenager but it wasn't too destructive revisiting this after 15 years - it's pretty terrible in places but the feel of it still takes my breath away. Deep down I still wanna be in Rusty-James' gang.

§ Agatha Christie: Novels from the mid-60's on

Kind of like The Beatles from the psychedelic period onwards - you think it's unlikely to age as well as the 'classic' stuff but somehow it's actually better, despite all the unnecessary weirdness.

§ Margery Allingham: Various Campion novels

Crazy crime fiction from the 1930's; strangely exhausting to read as characters always do things suddenly or unexpectedly, to the accompaniment of much thinking and feeling, but fun nonetheless.

Listening

§ Minnie Driver: Everything I've Got in My Pocket

Not sure where I first heard this, but at the time I sure as shit didn't guess it was Minnie Driver singing it.  Sweet and soothing but not too sickly; I like.

§ Kings of Leon: Sex on Fire

Yum. YUM.

§ Girls Aloud: Out of Control

If Cheryl says "I looove ye" one more time on the X-Factor I will barf, but you can't beat her band from the day job for pop of the moment.

Watching

§ The X-Factor

Oh, come on.  You know you watch it too.

§ Paxman v Dizzee Rascal on Newsnight

I'm speechless.  This was just wrong on so many levels.

§ Strictly Come Dancing

The sequins, the sashaying, the people you've never heard of clodhopping about the floor.  And Brucie's painful 'jokes'.  I have no idea why I watch this; I just do.

Photographs

Germany

These are from a while ago, back in the summer - Hamburg, Lubeck, Fehmarn, a U-boat and Billis after the Foo Fighters gig in Berlin.  All of which were great but I failed to blog about at the time, as per the whole of this year really.

Vancouver is quite photogenic

I really should have edited as there are far too many photos, but in the end I just thought 'the hell with it' and chucked them all on.  There are two new sets, Vancouver and Claire and Alex's wedding, which includes some beautiful shots from Grouse Mountain as well as the lovely wedding itself.  All on the flickr page rather than the link at the bottom of this post.

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§ Was she real?

Was she a real, live person or did America just make her up to scare the bejeezus out of us?

§ Skank casserole

Ta-da! A mere three months since my last blog entry, here I am again. How on the ball am I??? Doesn't seem like there's a whole load of news to tell you, to be honest. I've cheered up a bit since my last post at least, which is a little odd given the onset of winter and the fact that I've accepted a permanent job (yes - The Suck, Infinity Version) but hey, who cares why? I'll take the cheery any day.

It may be something to do with feeling better after having labyrinthitis, a truly nasty illness that, in the words of a very scared young doctor with numerical memory failure on what seemed to be her first time out alone, "really knocks you for seven". I spent three days doing stunt vomiting every time I moved due to the severe vertigo, felt weak and feeble for weeks and am still deaf in one ear, permanently dizzy and unable to walk in a straight line for very long, but at least am now more myself, which anyone who has seen me in the last couple of months will confirm I haven't been.

Also just spent a very lovely weekend in Brighton catching up with friends, eating sushi and being buffeted by the enormously strong wind. Failed to take a single photograph, I'm afraid - a shame in the case of the Brighton bit but probably a relief in terms of the return journey on the train home. I looked around the carriage at my fellow travellers, gently stewing in an overpacked mass, steaming up the windows, eating crisps and stinky burgers, gabbling away on mobiles, berating their children and smelling hideous and thought, "mmm, skank casserole." Next time we drive.

§ That can't be good

No, I'm not talking about the outfit, although that also could not really be described as my most flattering ever.  It's from the play, dontcha know, in which I got to wear the biggest laugh of the night and in doing so lost a fair amount of the sheer embarrassment I generally feel when people are looking at or photographing me. It's not the biggest theatre in the world but by the end of the week's run over 1,000 people had seen the show and therefore me looking like that.  Hence I am now ok with sharing the photographic evidence with you and am actually a little sad that you can't really see the shoes and the bra straps in all their technicolour glory.  Perhaps the pink footless fishnets complete with marks halfway up the calf where they had to be shoved so as not to show in previous scenes will be enough for you.

More on the play in a bit, but back to what can't be good:  the fact that the last entry on this page (before I post this one, which will move it off) was written on Christmas Eve and that in it I used a phrase that I unwittingly repeated verbatim in my post the other night and in essence also in all the other posts in between.  Clearly work really IS The Suck and no mistake.  I feel it behoves me, as a general malcontent, to refuse to just suck it up (dear god, I am reduced to repeating my repetitious vocabulary in various forms ad infinitum, not to mention smatterings of improperly used Latin in the manner of a somewhat tragic middle manager from the Midlands.  Hang on, I am a... etc.) and to accept the fact that life is currently distinctly turgid in general and to meddle in my own settledness one more time.  One does not enjoy, one's utterance is reduced to platitude when it surfaces at all, therefore one shall not continue. 

Not past the end of one's contract, anyway.  One's contract with work (having ill-advisedly wandered into the third person, one can't now get out of it elegantly) finishes at the end of December.  The rest of it, the living in the Midlands etc. one does not actually seem to have signed a contract with at all. 

Are you feeling a familiar "Holy crap, she's/they're surely not about to blunder about wildly for a bit before making yet another over-dramatic move, is she/are they?  Why the frick can't the pair of them just make a decision and be done with it?" stealing over you?  Me too, and I LOVE it. 

 

§ Still alive - sort of

Oh dear, has been so long since I blogged I had actually forgotten my password.  Apologies of a ginormous and most sincere nature to everybody I haven't contacted in the last few months (that would be all of you); we're not dead, at least not quite. 

Work is The Suck and no mistake.  It was bad enough when it was just one of us hitting a crunch time but at the moment it's both of us, and nothing else ever gets done.  It has to stop; no fun is being had which is a sorry state of affairs.  We've been back in the UK for nearly two years and I gotta tell ya, that may well be enough.  It won't be easy to up sticks again (bigger sticks, for a start, like a whole house) but I think we're going to have to unless we want to spend the rest of our lives as the living dead.

Have to go and wash the ginky mess that is an over-dried face pack off my face now before I go to bed but I'll be back, maybe even at the weekend, with smoother skin and more to say.  Promise. 

§ Online at last

YAY!  We finally have broadband at home.  Such a relief after three months of feeling totally unconnected - whatever did we used to do before the internet, I wonder?

I think it's time for a complete redesign before posting too much further.  Shall have to entice my code monkey to the PC by cunning distribution of figs, tea and ginger biscuits.  There is news aplenty to be disseminated.  For example, our chimneys (and all our other bits) were horribly jiggled the other day by an earthquake that measured 5.2 on the Richter scale; a local church group is trying to build a homeless shelter at the end of our road (yes, we are being somewhat NIMBY about it, I'm afraid, but we live in a cul-de-sac and I can't honestly see how this venue is suitable for the large scale project they are planning) and in July, I shall be in a play.  On a real stage, in a real theatre that people pay money to enter, in a part with actual words. Really not quite sure what made me go along to the audition in the first place, or why the directors chose me for a character from Manchester in her mid-40's (probably best not to ask) but should be good fun, if hard work to keep up the accent for a sustained period of time, not to mention the eight weeks of rehearsals during May and June.  Perhaps I had better be Method about it and insist on behaving and speaking as though I were Vera Duckworth or similar from now until the end of performances.

Unfortunately, the play itself doesn't strike me as particularly funny, even though it's supposed to be a comedy, so perhaps I'd be better off taking lessons in how to flog dead horses.   Shall have to spend some time watching Lenny Henry's Premier Inn commercials.