Sunday 7th February
I spent this weekend in the "Fair City" of Dublin in honour of my Dad's recent sixtieth birthday and his official retirement. The place was much changed since my last visit - over ten years ago now - but the run-down feeling of the place had definitely not, European money or no.
It was grey and chilly and horribly expensive and so the money I was planning to save this month is gone. I had a good time eating good food and drinking good booze, although as is usual my Dad tried to take control of many things and was patronising and annoying. Ugh.
It was good to see my Mum and bro however and nice to take in a change of scene; I feel seriously wiped out by it all and am really looking forward to curling up in my own (rented) bed with Patrick.
Sunday 31st January
Caversham Princess Hulking Up at TNA... More images to come, but alas I must sleeeep...
Sunday 24th January
People Get Ready
The Impressions
1965
Another gem discovered on WFMU that I was disgracefully unaware of, specifically via Bill Kelly's Teenage Wasteland.
Sunday evening and i'm onto the last glass of (quite frankly lovely) Viognier left in the bottle and I am feeling a little sad but mellow. I made lemon muffins that were clunky (but I ate them anyways!) and a sort-of Japanese noodle broth with miso, chicken, bok choi and wakame. I did a fair bit of washing up and added quite a bit more to the pile and I read pages and pages about bento - Japanese lunches - with regards ingredients, preparation, accessories- all for nought of course as I am in no way organised enough in the morning to do any sort of cooking however quick. It's just interesting.
I would have a nice hot shower to top off the warm and fuzzyness however I seem to be temporarily without hot water. Fingers crossed it's back in an hour or so... For the first time in what is honestly years i've been reading an actual fiction book over the last couple of weeks- re-reading The Berlin Noir trilogy by Philip Kerr; I like the hard-boiled speech and the setting, especially as I can imagine the places i've visited in Berlin myself. It's dirty and exciting and rather interesting, given that the book i'm reading at the mo is set as the National Socialists are coming to power. I will have to schedule a viewing of Cabaret.
Thank fuck it's payday at the end of the week; on Saturday it's TNA at Wembley Arena WOO! Unfortunately the tickets have not arrived yet; months and months back MW#1 bought a pair for us to go, but given the current situation I thought it wasn't the best idea to go together. Caversham Princess has dropped into the jumpseat for an evening of sweaty manliness, but i've a feeling that the powers that be i.e. the Royal Mail will prevent us from going, which will make me feel sad. I've been looking forward to it for months and although it makes me feel a bit glum that i'm not going with MW#1 I will feel very glum indeed if I don't get to go at all. Sigh.
As I was reading Jezebel this evening with a glass of much-needed and much-appreciated Viognier, I came across the following story: Manhattan Prosecutors Plan To Argue Away Bisexuality
"Manhattan prosecutors plan to call to the stand the supposed fiancé of one of two strippers charged with prostitution in order to refute any defense that involves lesbianism. Because you could never want to screw men and women, right?"
The photo illustrating the piece is the one on the right here; those feet, legs and shoes are all belong to me :)I am proud!
The set this image is taken from is stripper, which is the same set Boing Boing took another shot from. Bless Flickr and the Stripper Shoes...
It's been many a year now since I last wore those babies...
Hooray for proper credit for both shots too!
Jezebel is a site I read several times a day; it is a firm favourite. It amounts to fuck all but I am surprised and happy to have it on there, again even though it amounts to nowt.
Woo! I am famous in my own head! Woo!
Friday 22nd January
The weekend. THANK FUCK.
Wednesday 20th January
"With his arms wide open and eyes sparkling with joy, he is handed over to his weeping mother's embrace.""This seven-year-old boy named Kiki was pulled yesterday from the rubble of his home after being trapped for nearly eight days."
"He and his elder sister Sabrina were in their home in Port-au-Prince when the devastating earthquake struck Haiti last week."
Yes, so it's from the Daily Fail but this pic made me tear up... The expression on the little boy's face is so JOY
Tuesday 19th January
Images by Carsten Peter of the Cave of the Crystals, Mexico.
GIANT cave-filling crystals that make humans look like so many ants scampering over sugar. AWESOMENESS.
National Geographic - Cavern of Crystal Giants
Carpool
Strangely engrossing and highly entertaining. That is all.
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