Tuesday, July 29, 2003
It had to happen: I've sustained a glitter-related injury. I've cut my arm on a sequin. Ouch.
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Monday, July 28, 2003
Don't call me Ska Face!
Does the music you listen to whilst deciding what to wear affect your final choice? I only ask this because I was slightly freaked this morning when, after getting dressed to a ska compilation, my final glance in the mirror displayed a girl entirely dressed in black and white. Now that's what I call Two Tone...
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Does the music you listen to whilst deciding what to wear affect your final choice? I only ask this because I was slightly freaked this morning when, after getting dressed to a ska compilation, my final glance in the mirror displayed a girl entirely dressed in black and white. Now that's what I call Two Tone...
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Friday, July 25, 2003
Spotted a picture of Eliza Carthy on the BBC site today - I'm not really into her music but the girl can DRESS (and play a good fiddle). So here are a few groovy photos:
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Monday, July 21, 2003
Coz I'll be you and you'll be me
There's lots and lots for us to see
There's lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too-oooooooooo?
Today is brought to you by Oasis' She's Electric, and (later that same day, I hope) fresh-from-the-freezer Weston's Organic Cider. Mmmmmmmm. Hic!
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There's lots and lots for us to see
There's lots and lots for us to do
She is electric, can I be electric too-oooooooooo?
Today is brought to you by Oasis' She's Electric, and (later that same day, I hope) fresh-from-the-freezer Weston's Organic Cider. Mmmmmmmm. Hic!
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Friday, July 18, 2003
Note to self: You liked these Rineke Dijkstra photos very much:
'It was after witnessing the birth of a friend’s baby that Dijkstra decided to make these portraits. She photographed three women, one hour (Julie), one day (Tecla) and one week (Saskia) after giving birth. The raw immediacy of these images captures something of the contradictions inherent in this common and yet most singular of human experiences. The women appear at once vulnerable and invincible, traumatised and self-composed.'
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'It was after witnessing the birth of a friend’s baby that Dijkstra decided to make these portraits. She photographed three women, one hour (Julie), one day (Tecla) and one week (Saskia) after giving birth. The raw immediacy of these images captures something of the contradictions inherent in this common and yet most singular of human experiences. The women appear at once vulnerable and invincible, traumatised and self-composed.'
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Monday, July 14, 2003
In which Meat mistakenly switches off Rachel's mobile:
"'We' were going to leave her mobile on in case the text message went out, but 'I' forgot and thought 'Rachel has left it on AGAIN so it will start bleeping at 3 in the morning to tell me it has a flat battery and I will eventually have to get up, find which jacket/bag/box/cupboard/crack in the sofa it is in and turn it off.' (Obviously this is difficult because it only makes a noise every ten minutes to reveal it's whereabouts so you eventually give up and sit on the sofa staring despondently into space in the prickly light trying to remain alert even though it is 3am and your body conspires against your will by shutting it down and you struggle but the struggle turns into a surreal dreamscape with ... BE-BEEP...
"Did it come from the hall? Or the pushchair? Or the bags over there under the seat? You start digging again, watching the clock, because at least you now know what time it will go off again, and you search half heartedly through the likely pockets of the likely jackets, and then wonder if you should start on the pushchair before the unlikely pockets are examined because it's more likely to be in there, but you check the unlikelies anyway because scouring the pushchair means bending down and you don't fancy that at 3am. Then you find it. Something makes you turn round, it's there on the piano. You switch it off, it takes two attempts because your fingers are fatter than normal. You go back to bed, someone says 'Whadayou dooin' and rolls over presenting you with a cold bottom.
And that is why I turned it off."
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"'We' were going to leave her mobile on in case the text message went out, but 'I' forgot and thought 'Rachel has left it on AGAIN so it will start bleeping at 3 in the morning to tell me it has a flat battery and I will eventually have to get up, find which jacket/bag/box/cupboard/crack in the sofa it is in and turn it off.' (Obviously this is difficult because it only makes a noise every ten minutes to reveal it's whereabouts so you eventually give up and sit on the sofa staring despondently into space in the prickly light trying to remain alert even though it is 3am and your body conspires against your will by shutting it down and you struggle but the struggle turns into a surreal dreamscape with ... BE-BEEP...
"Did it come from the hall? Or the pushchair? Or the bags over there under the seat? You start digging again, watching the clock, because at least you now know what time it will go off again, and you search half heartedly through the likely pockets of the likely jackets, and then wonder if you should start on the pushchair before the unlikely pockets are examined because it's more likely to be in there, but you check the unlikelies anyway because scouring the pushchair means bending down and you don't fancy that at 3am. Then you find it. Something makes you turn round, it's there on the piano. You switch it off, it takes two attempts because your fingers are fatter than normal. You go back to bed, someone says 'Whadayou dooin' and rolls over presenting you with a cold bottom.
And that is why I turned it off."
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And there she was: 24 hours later, Miss Eloisa May, 6lbs 12oz. Well done that lady! (And gentleman!)
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Thursday, July 10, 2003
Induction day
And lots of love to Amanda, who at this very moment has a team of medics faffing about with her nether regions in an effort to persuade her body to Start Giving Birth. Having listened to various people I work with describe the methods they could be trying, I'm feeling rather queasy and resisting the urge to race to Ms Nunn's side and jiggle her up and down till her waters break.
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And lots of love to Amanda, who at this very moment has a team of medics faffing about with her nether regions in an effort to persuade her body to Start Giving Birth. Having listened to various people I work with describe the methods they could be trying, I'm feeling rather queasy and resisting the urge to race to Ms Nunn's side and jiggle her up and down till her waters break.
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You can't beat the Meat
A totally unsolicited email of gorgeousness from Uncle Meat this morning:
'Hello.
Just to let you know you are lovely.
And it's such a fabulous day.
No, I'm not drunk.
LJX'
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A totally unsolicited email of gorgeousness from Uncle Meat this morning:
'Hello.
Just to let you know you are lovely.
And it's such a fabulous day.
No, I'm not drunk.
LJX'
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Wednesday, July 09, 2003
I love rock & roll...
Spotted: two members of Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster waiting sensibly for the little green man before crossing Queens Road, Brighton.
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Spotted: two members of Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster waiting sensibly for the little green man before crossing Queens Road, Brighton.
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Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Just a couple of things about what was on telly last night:
1: Mastermind. Henceforth to be known as 'Mastermind, my arse!' One chap's specialist subject was The Smiths. I knew the answers to most of the questions and I'm not even a huge Smiths fan! First question: 'Who was the drummer in the Smiths?'...
2. Props to Dead Ringers for a beautifully played 'reconstruction' of the Battle of Bosworth Field - between sworn enemies Simon Schama and Dr David Starkey... ;)
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1: Mastermind. Henceforth to be known as 'Mastermind, my arse!' One chap's specialist subject was The Smiths. I knew the answers to most of the questions and I'm not even a huge Smiths fan! First question: 'Who was the drummer in the Smiths?'...
2. Props to Dead Ringers for a beautifully played 'reconstruction' of the Battle of Bosworth Field - between sworn enemies Simon Schama and Dr David Starkey... ;)
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This photo was in one of the news stories at work today, and I think it's reeeeal purdy:
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Monday, July 07, 2003
'You've always got a good bag on the go.'
This from my no-not-gay-just-from-public-school gentleman companion on Saturday night, as he admired my handbag. Meant to be a compliment, but a girl could take it the wrong way...
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This from my no-not-gay-just-from-public-school gentleman companion on Saturday night, as he admired my handbag. Meant to be a compliment, but a girl could take it the wrong way...
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'He travels from Chiswick to the studio every day on the bus, dressed, whatever the weather, in a waistcoat and a shirt with cufflinks made from the 'P' and the 'B' of an old typewriter...'
Natalie Rudd, Peter Blake, 2003.
Reason no: 643 why I love Peter Blake.
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Natalie Rudd, Peter Blake, 2003.
Reason no: 643 why I love Peter Blake.
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I met a girl who changed my life
I asked her if she'd be my wife
She said, 'I already am. Will you stop drinking!'
Hovis Presley
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I asked her if she'd be my wife
She said, 'I already am. Will you stop drinking!'
Hovis Presley
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003
'When I'm 50, I will be sitting by a Malibu pool with a gigolo, saying 'Well, young boy, I will teach you to dance if you can make me smile again.' "
Listen, our kid: quit dissing Lauren Laverne. I might point out that the woman was part of Kenickie, the greatest teen rock band of the nineties. Plus, she's from Sunderland and could batter ALL of Pondlife with one hand tied behind her back.
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Listen, our kid: quit dissing Lauren Laverne. I might point out that the woman was part of Kenickie, the greatest teen rock band of the nineties. Plus, she's from Sunderland and could batter ALL of Pondlife with one hand tied behind her back.
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