tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73827762011-09-29T01:16:28.716+01:00hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.comBlogger5121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-6923908744292875722010-02-06T15:18:00.000Z2010-04-07T22:43:51.469+01:00

Gosh. So we're actually doing this short film thing. So excited and rather nervous. This has been a dream since I was a kid. Squeeeeee! :)The film blog: http://dollpartsproductions.blogspot.com/

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Didn't exactly manage a playlist a month this year either...February 2009Scott Pilgrim - PlumtreePunk Boy - Helen LoveJennifer's Body - HoleDeath - White LiesA Thing For Me - MetronomyFeel Free - Kano f. Damon AlbarnHigh Heel Sneakers - Tommy TuckerDust My Blues - Elmore James & His Broom DustersDaddy's Gone - Glasvegas (fast version)I Could Have Done This Myself - Lightspeed ChampionA New

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-62751382263163215972009-12-21T22:14:00.000Z2010-04-07T22:16:59.514+01:00

On my walk home from work.Malet Street and Montague Street:Russell Square:

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Another year, another Chrismukkah celebration - expanded again for the third year running. We're now up to 16 adults, two toddlers, and one baby bump). The celebrations kicked off at 2ish, the last guests left about ten to midnight.The day consisted of: 2 bottles champagne, 4 bottles bucks fizz, 5 bottles wine, 20 bottles beer, 1 bottle Baileys, 5 cafetieres coffee, 1 turkey, 2.5 kg potatoes, a

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-79598395802062341622009-10-31T23:53:00.000Z2010-04-07T22:03:02.907+01:00

Wanting to embrace the Halloween spirit before going to the (highly anticipated) Grizzly Bear/London Symphony Orchestra gig at the Barbican in the evening, I sat down this afternoon to watch À l'Intérieur.Ho. Lee. Fuck. Mind scarred forever; another addition for my Most Fucked Up list. The French know how to do brutal horror films, they really do.After that filmic experience, I ended up walking

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-21876184517794676922009-10-16T21:50:00.001+01:002010-04-07T21:53:28.585+01:00

Couldn't wait for actual Halloween so carved my pumpkin this evening. So much fun.Last year's effort.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-13410034275140992652009-10-10T21:47:00.000+01:002010-04-07T21:49:18.545+01:00

New blog started to record interesting turn of events involving filmmaking... keeping it separate from this, but you can check it out here if you want:http://dollpartsproductions.blogspot.com/

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-34413681554242176762009-09-29T13:41:00.001+01:002010-04-07T21:46:51.310+01:00

Sam, wee Margot and I made an early (like 7am early - see above picture) morning trip to Kempton Racetrack for the renowned antiques fair that takes place there. It was well worth the getting up early; fascinating stalls to rummage through and some excellent little finds, including a 19th Century French family's photo album, which I bought for Dandy, making me think as it did of his amazing work.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-80846334599961709782009-09-27T14:38:00.000+01:002010-04-07T21:41:28.359+01:00

A wedding? Free champagne? Continuously? Your glass topped up so subtly and frequently you don't even notice how much you're drinking? Then bottles of wine on the dinner table? Why, yes please.Blarg. So hungover it actually hurts. It's Yom Kippur and I am totally unintentionally atoning for my sins today.Never. Drinking. Again.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-74335485259544311932009-09-18T22:35:00.000+01:002010-04-07T21:38:39.041+01:00

Was cooped up inside all day, off work sick (productively, though, I did manage to watch about two thirds of the Dollhouse boxset). By about 8pm cabin fever got too much so went out for a walk. I so love living in central London.

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Tayo turned three today and had a superhero-themed party (yeah it was totally my idea) for which I made the above Batman and X-Men themed cupcakes. Having exposed him to Spiderman since he was a baby and Batman for the past year or so, I decided it was time to introduce him to Wolverine and the X-Men so got him, as part of his present, the animated X-Men series that used to be on CBBC on Saturday

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-65144900853281888822009-08-28T23:02:00.003+01:002009-09-10T23:15:47.285+01:00

have i mentioned how jammy i am living in bloomsbury? i heart my new hood (and ten minute walk to work)russell square. during that one week of summer we had.the walk back from work on a rainy august afternoon

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-9536052884462225892009-07-01T18:49:00.002+01:002009-08-29T22:58:34.597+01:00

As per the first installment; April - June 2009.1. L’Armée des Ombres2. George Washington3. Anchorman4. Pretty in Pink (PCC double bill)5. The Breakfast Club (PCC double bill)6. Wendy & Lucy7. Watchmen8. The Vanishing (Dutch/French version)9. Bully10. Evil Dead11. The Blair Witch Project12. Juno13. Little Miss Sunshine14. Mean Streets15. True Stories (

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So it's 7am, I walk into Russell Square tube station on early-morning-autopilot. Get into the lift which will take me down to the platform level to get the Piccadilly line to work. Three other people get in as well - that early, the station is relatively quiet.The lift descends. The lift announcer tells us we're at platform level, and to turn right for both East and West-bound trains. The doors

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-74951077341113980062009-05-19T13:37:00.000+01:002009-05-26T13:38:52.323+01:00

I'm tumbling more right now

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Our first BBQ of the season was spent mostly inside due to the English weather, so we got the dancing monkey to entertain us... (We have *no* idea where he picked up The Robot from)

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-91092074448543055492009-04-23T23:10:00.002+01:002009-08-29T22:48:55.479+01:00

Clare: I think Adam Lambert is the future-Jasmin: -No, the past, present AND future – of music.Clare: I love him more than any reality star ever.Jasmin: I think I might love him more than Same DifferenceClare: I really want to lick his face.

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Gosh, the 500th blog post. Hadn't even noticed that this thing passed its 5th birthday, either.In honour of both, a clip of one of my favourite scenes from True Stories, which we saw tonight at the BFI. I hadn't seen it in years and had forgotten most of it - especially how much I loved it. What a great film.(Click here for the full scene)

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-7698209312829293242009-04-09T12:14:00.000+01:002009-04-09T12:15:28.692+01:00

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it that during our discussion of Seraphs and classes of angels at the Seder last night, anything I chipped in with was badly-remembered information from the Preacher comics?Eeeeep.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-27635149980322642452009-04-01T10:09:00.005+01:002009-04-09T12:17:54.774+01:00

We all know how I like to make note of my playlists and share them at the end of the year… well here’s a movie playlist. Last November I decided to start making note of every film I watched (*cough* dork *cough*), so here’s my list for January – March 2009, in order watched, with movies from Lovefilm, from the library, on TV or at the cinema.1. True Romance2. The Family Stone3. 8 ½4. Reservoir

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-70957428614609489502009-03-09T17:57:00.002Z2009-04-01T15:52:25.458+01:00

Step One: Blowing out belated first birthday candle amid french fanciesStep Two: Given her own cake; tries to smoosh the whole thing in in one go (though let's face it, who doesn't?)Step Three: Cake Face achieved.

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Dan had the idea of building a photobooth for his grand party, so Friday night, after a trip to the Whitney, Brett and I headed back to his house to assist in the construction. Or rather, and despite our museum fatigue, Brett hit the ground running, being incredibly helpful and creative, while I kind of hung around, taking photos, generally getting in the way, running to the drugstore for push

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-13494346783340140992009-02-12T23:27:00.003Z2009-03-07T20:56:51.688Z

Yesterday was an almost springlike 17 degrees C - one of those days you can't help but be in love with the city, and smile at everyone. Lunch with CC at the Moma, wandering through Central Park, down to Soho to meet Lauren at work, walking across and through the Lower East Side with obligatory coffee break at Sugar Sweet Sunshine... I considered walking across the Williamsburg Bridge but decided

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-21695566368394503802009-02-02T13:44:00.001Z2009-03-07T19:53:14.119Z

I was clearly too quick off the mark with the previous Stopping-by-woods wintry post, as we woke up today to a mass of snow, all but one tube line closed down and all London buses pulled from their routes... Ahh London when it snows...Seeing as were already up and ready to go, having not realised there was no way to get to work, we went out for a walk at about 8:30am, while the snow was still

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-86866228228774326942009-01-23T11:33:00.001Z2009-03-07T19:53:37.973Z

Dinner at (well, above) Honest Jon's - a real Mexican feast cooked up for us by Jason who's in from LA for a couple months, to commiserate the relocating (and thus job losses) of the company that at one time or another has employed four out of the seven of us there for dinner. Home-made flautas and guacamole and salsa and omg my mouth is watering even typing this (that kid is a great chef) and

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-74218459002679764572009-01-10T16:16:00.001Z2009-01-17T12:08:16.880Z

White Winter Hymnal

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It wasn't a playlist a month this year, as things were up and down (January was spent despairing about the job situation and finally taking - and passing, woot! - my driving test), but these were basically the soundtrack to my '08.February 2008 (for Dan's bday)1. Okay - KaiserCartel2. Together Or Alone - Sebadoh3. Don't Let Him Waste Your Time - Jarvis Cocker4. Because We're Dead - Slow Club5. 5

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Had total festive season wipeout today; crashed in front of the telly and watched horror movies all evening. First The Last House On The Left, then Planet Terror, then finally The Thing. We had to watch the original for a film studies class back at uni - it was relatively entertaining and contains possibly one of my favourite lines from a film ever (see blog post title), but Carpenter's version

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-88463472915849554192008-12-19T22:37:00.002Z2009-01-02T15:41:31.842Z

Another grand festive tradition: the assembling and decorating of gingerbread houses with my oldest friend, Laura. Much sugar-hyped fun.For the record, though I put the cow there, my friend was the one who said "He needs some innards" and put the red licorice there...

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Up to a certain point (usually around December 23rd) I love the festive season. I love the build up and the lights and decorations and music and buying crap for people and the emphasis on friends and family. But by the time Christmas Day actually rolls around, I'm so over it. So we had our becoming-traditional Chrismukkah lunch today: 12 adults, one toddler, the first people arriving at 2pm, the

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-70032628212215607302008-12-02T20:19:00.003Z2009-01-02T15:37:52.709Z

Slow Club have been the soundtrack to my 2008; I love love love them and their live shows are just so endearing. Tonight we saw them at Union Chapel in Islington (what an amazing venue), along with a bunch of special guests. We sat in the pews drinking cups of tea and listened to Jay Jay Pistolet and Adem (who did a great version of Silent Night), then Slow Club came out and did their thing.

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02 Arena. Kanye West's Glow In The Dark Tour 2008. Second gig of the week. Free tickets courtesy UMusic: great seats, eight rows from the front. Result.He played all the hits and some off the forthcoming album, and right near the end brought Estelle out to do American Boy, which of course everyone loved. The show was something of a spectacle, with a crazy set and 'lost in space' kind of story -

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Change Is Gonna Come - Sam CookeIn one of our usual walking around, putting the world to rights kind of mornings in Paris, Dan and I were discussing our own personal 2008s. Where 2007 had been like treading water for me – and him, apparently – 2008 was the year of change, for both of us. It’s the first year I’ve felt happy. Settled. Like I have a real goal and know where I’m going. Like I’ve

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This year's pumpkin, which I carved yesterday afternoon (still unemployed, too much free time on my hands...). Based on: My sister is epileptic and this usually doesn’t impede on her/our life much – she’s photosensitive, petit mal, so things like TV static, rapidly flashing or jump-cut images and strobe lights aren’t great (her friends are pretty good about clamping a hand over her eyes if they’

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-82792053904100767392008-10-27T11:49:00.000Z2008-11-05T11:51:25.142Z

Q: What's more depressing and dispiriting that being unemployed and job-hunting?A: Being unemployed and job-hunting in a credit crisis/recession.Am SO OVER this financial meltdown crap already.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-58921828793749062012008-10-17T21:32:00.000+01:002008-10-17T21:41:19.619+01:00

Currently à Paris, visiting Dan. Beautiful weather, amazing food, lots of walking and rambling and people watching. Paris, je t'aime.

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-61510891393436560222008-09-30T22:17:00.000+01:002008-10-17T21:04:28.311+01:00

My favourite method of procrastination is to make mix tapes (well, CDs). As September was mostly about writing (see previous post), this meant it was also mostly about procrastination. And so without further ado I present to you my September '08 playlist:Suedehead - MorrisseyI'm Good, I'm Gone - Lykke LiNot Fade Away - The Rolling StonesVictoria - The KinksSenses Working Overtime - XTCPink Moon -

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• Hours of sleep had: Less than four• Number of drafts written 10 pages: About five One-pager: Still not enough• Deadlines met: One • People in the line ahead of me at the Post Office: what seemed like 100• Minutes spent deciding between the veggie brunch or the pancakes at brunch: Also about five• Tantrums the godson had during the couple hours I

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You're So Cool - Hans ZimmerIn the badlands of south west London, a sunny Saturday afternoon spent lying in the sun in Richmond Park. Deadlines be damned.

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Lazy Sundays are an art form, best typified by that amazing SNL skit of a few years ago (which has become so embedded in the pop culture subsection of my mind that I actually can’t say Chronicles of Narnia without (a) saying Chronic-what?-cles, and (b) start laughing). (Man, I miss SNL).Today was a very, very lazy Sunday; the sole aim of the day was procrastination (sorry, 30th September is how

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-32023326422479168692008-09-12T10:46:00.004+01:002008-10-11T02:13:39.564+01:00

So my sister got last minute tickets (as in, 5:30pm-when-he-went-on-at-8pm last minute) free tickets to Stevie Wonder at the O2 last night, courtesy of her workplace. Cue much stress as I tried to figure out if it'd be feasible for me to go - of course, it's Stevie fucking Wonder, you drop everything and make it happen - then major rush over to Greenwich, but everyone got there in plenty of

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-82935017728361873822008-09-09T23:03:00.001+01:002008-10-11T02:13:00.848+01:00

Saw Badlands at the BFI tonight. My gosh, what a film. Like visual poetry. Masterful.

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Films to re-watch as soon as I have time:Repo Man. "...Ordinary fucking people, I hate 'em."Total Recall - which I haven't seen since I was about 12 and made some friends watch it at a sleepover. Perhaps that was the beginning of my oddball reputation... when all they wanted to do was watch The Outsiders and cry over Johnny, and I make them watch a total mindfuck of a film.Memento. Know I've seen

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It's very useful having friends who live on Portobello: having a place to collapse, a free BBQ, a table full of drinks, nice toilets, a good view of the Carnival crowds (and the subsquent riots, which I missed, being back at home, but my sister who was staying there had prime position to witness the riot police in action)... Haven't been since I was a teenager (can never quite be bothered), but

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-82479358843966509302008-08-23T23:19:00.006+01:002008-10-11T02:12:36.899+01:00

I'd been reading up about Sir Francis Dashwood and the Hellfire Club recently - for research or pleasure, take your pick - and decided since another roadtrip out of London was well overdue, I'd head out to West Wycombe and go visit the Hellfire Caves.I coerced my sister and we drove out, marvelling at the cheaper petrol prices in the countryside, and the quaint village of West Wycombe, complete

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Hanging out with M. and Tayo - coffee, wandering, heading up to Chiswick House (as above), where we introduced T. to the pleasures of the climbing tree (though he is perhaps still a little young to fully appreciate it).Later we went for lunch, where the tot loudly banged on the table, demanding "more!" Maria tried to get him to more politely say "more please". I took the initiative, and made him

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I had a meeting this afternoon at BBC Television Centre in White City; we sat in the coffee shop downstairs for a chat, and these were poised about ten feet behind us. Amazing.Best part of the most recent series finale, about which I still haven't really made up my mind: German daleks.

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Went to see Akira at the BFI this evening. Faaabulous.

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If you’re based Oop North, around Middlesbrough, today is a good day to go see some art… The lovely Nicky P is curating a Learning To Love You More exhib, of which yours truly is a part. I wish I could get up there to see it, but it’s just a tiny bit too far away for a daytrip.

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1. Dr Horrible's Sing-Along BlogHave I mentioned before how much I love Joss Whedon? I have? Frequently? Oh. Well, here's just another example of why. Musical webisodes about a supervillian (Dr Horrible), his arch nemesis (Captain Hammer), and the girl of his dreams...'Joss Whedon set out on the low-budget project during the writers' strike as a lark and a labor of love — and to show the industry

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I awoke this morning promptly at 7am (which was strange enough in itself, as these past few days I've been setting up to six [!] alarms to ensure I get up in time - and have still managed most days to turn them all off and fall back asleep), convinced I had the winning idea for the Red Planet Prize. There was mystery and intrigue and great characters... I dragged myself out of bed, and while

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For some reason people seem to trust me with their kids, and so it is I have two pretty fabulous (aside from the tantrums and screaming and crying and throwing up) godchildren, courtesy of best friend from high school and best friend from university. I say godchildren, but perhaps they're more fairy godchildren, as neither have been actually baptised in the church; both friends wanted people to

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Is anyone else slightly horrified we’re already half way through 2008?? So much to do, so little time… Status update of the year so far? Interesting. Much better than last year. Whereas ‘07 felt like treading water, ‘08 feels a lot more about taking steps forward – even if they are tiny baby steps, and even if it’s sometimes two steps forward, one step back. It’s still progress. And I feel for

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I am loving Donna Noble. I wasn’t really the biggest fan of her Christmas Special (2006), aside from the fact that part of it was set in Chiswick, so when they announced her as the new companion I was a little worried. But the character totally hit the ground running and just gets better and better. Catherine Tate is awesome.And this has nothing at all to do with the fact that being a temp, from

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"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to

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I tried reading Watchmen to my godson Tayo when he was 5 months old but he just wasn’t that in to it. The Marvel Heroes X Men pop up book went down a bit better when he’d just turned one, and now he’s approaching two (where has the time gone?!) I bombard him with comic book t-shirts. We went shopping and came back with two Spiderman and one Batman t-shirts. And that’s not even touching upon the

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...or whatever it's called, is a pile of shite.However, three hours of solid air conditioning courtesy of the movie theatre was worth the $12 ticket price alone. Goddamn this 40 degree New York heatwave.The frozen margs we then got at El Cantinero were pretty fucking great too.

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Okay, so it took me long enough, but I finally got around to putting the two short pieces I did for Flux back in December up online, ahead of hopefully seeing Hope Larson at MoCCA this weekend.Without further ado:Hope LarsonFoals

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So I've been making plans to go back to NY, as work is sporadic and I have a bonus £500 (rare). But every time I get close to booking tickets, I get cold feet and can't quite go through with it - and am not sure why. So I re-watched the dumb little movie I made before I left, and was re-reading the blog archives circa 2005, when I first moved to the Apple, to remind myself of the amazing times

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I just changed the settings on my phone so that the text alert sound is that of the Tardis.Every time I get a text, it sounds like the Tardis is landing somewhere nearby.*Awesome*

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Sunday night. London Astoria 2. Cobra Starship & All Time Low. Lots of teenagers in hoodies (y'know, like emo/punk style hoodies, not hoodie-hoodies). Running late as ever, we miss the first band, though that was partially intentional, get there in time to grab a drink and find a place to stand (up on the balcony thank you very much; no floor standing for me. Have I not already outlined that I'm

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1. When you prefer a "nice sit down" and a mug of tea to hanging out at music festivalsThe Cobra boys are in town; after some brief hang time on Friday night at Victoria's flat in Kensington (which, by the way, is drool-worthy), their first gig is the next day at Give It A Name. Alex puts me on the list with a +1.We head down there in time for their set at 4ish, walk the wrong way round Earls

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After a day hanging out with the Binnie and bebe Margot, enjoying the brilliant turn up in the weather - sunshine! all day! temperatures over 20 degrees! - I hop on the train up to the South Bank for an evening of culture - King Lear at the Globe.I studied King Lear for A Level and it's always been one of my favourite Shakespeare plays; the only stage version I've seen was a school trip to see it

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So the Dream (temp) Job has come to an end, so I round up my peoples (Fi, Maria and the tot) and decide to head down to Brighton for the day (where I haven't been since I was 10). The weather's been so-so in the preceding few days, and we wake up the morning of the daytrip to slate grey skies and continuous rain. So far so bad. No one is amused. We pick up Maria and Tayo from Shepherd's Bush and

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My love/hate relationship with the Smoke is well documented, but on early Spring mornings when the sun is wide awake and the sky blue and the air fresh, foregoing the bus and walking over Waterloo Bridge up to Bloomsbury, London looks it finest - and, with just the right music on the old ipod, sets you up better for the day than the strongest cup of coffee could.

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I hate to cross-post again, but this is too great not to. I have frequently professed my love for mixtapes and making them (mix CDs, whatever) (God, the mixtapes I made as a teenager were works of *art*) on here, so Muxtape is like my dream website. How great?photo nicked from the lovely jimmy-j, because his photo was better than anything that came up on google image search.

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As Easter day happens to fall on my birthday this year, and in the UK Easter = four-day bank holiday weekend, and that means lots of people away, we went for birthday drinks last night at The Social.These are about the most coherent photos of the night... all downhill from the nachos and champagne onwards (via some cocktails and too many shooters)...

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When we arrived back in Buxton after visiting Macclesfield, I discovered I had a text. I read the following and practically jumped and down with glee:Sam, 01-03-2008 13:47What a hoot! Margot Tess M----, 6lb 9, accidentally born at home after a brief-ish labour. All utterly hilarious. She is a beauty. XPart of me was dying to know whether she'd actually been born that morning, or, fingers crossed,

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So tonight for the Diggler's birthday, we went to the ICA to go see Black Kids play. I like their songs okay plus there's been so much crazy hype about their live shows, my interest was piqued - and JD got the tix so I was happy to go along for his b'day.After spending the earlier part of the evening walking round central London in the freeeeeezing cold (I finished work way before him), clutching

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Okay that was really lame. Sorry. So anyways, I got tagged, which I have discovered admittedly a little belatedly as my interweb usage has shrunk recently, but here goes. A quick recap of the rules:1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).2. Open the book to page 123.3. Find the fifth sentence.4. Post the next three sentences.5. Tag five people.Here goes. The first book on the pile

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Rewind to Autumn Fall 2005. It's Sunday night; I rock up to apartment 3a in the Lower East Side to hang out and pick up a camera (for a photo project) I walk into what was then the living room to find myself staring at a huge rasterised poster on one wall. It's a striking - and familiar - image, and at some point during the evening it becomes clear that it's Joy Division (if there's one thing I

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A very sunny yet numbingly cold February weekend in the Smoke, which was spent mostly outside and, for some reason, mostly by the river - at different ends of London. A trip along the Thames Path east from Tower Bridge with J-Dig on the Saturday, where I walked through parts of London I've never before ventured to and froze my ears, nose and fingers off in the process; Sunday, walking back from

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Today was so nice we decided to escape London. We were planning on going to Oxford but faffed around too much at home beforehand so didn't leave ourselves enough time to get there and back before birthday drinks in the evening, so we stayed a little closer to home and went to Windsor for a wander in the ridiculously warm (for early February) sunshine. I heart castles.

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Life as I currently know it is so boring and tedious (christ do I hate job hunting) that it drove me to actually create a short comic, instead of just kind of scribbling down doodles and ideas as usual. I managed to get an inordinate amount of ink on my hands whilst inking it (because I'm a big spaz). It's pretty silly and retarded... but it was fun. I'm hoping this creative kick will continue

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So maybe it's a bit odd to repost on my blog from the group blog I'm part of but this is waaaayyy too good not to: Sarah Silverman and Matt Damon.

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What.The.Hell.And not in a good way.

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Panda - Dungen

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Please go visit Popserious, the new blog on the block, a team effort, started up by friends from NY, of which I am now a member. Go! Quick!

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Woo hoo! Passed my driving test! First time! Everyone else in my family took two tries! I feel a road trip coming on!

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Magnolia-recipe cupcakes I made for Sam's baby shower - with enough sugar in them to make a sloth hyperactive. So much amazing food was provided: bakewell tarts and victoria sponge and chocolate crispies and cream cakes (blech) and Ferrero Rocher, but after being around so much sugar - and it's not like I was even sampling the mixture, the sugar was just hanging in a cloud above the kitchen - I

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With a little poetic licence, if music be the food of life, this was my diet [along with the usual helpings of Bowie and Joy Division, plus musical soundtracks (Good Morning Baltimore!) and a LOT of The Smiths when I was working at Decca] for 2007...January 20071. Soluble In Air - Mystery Jets2. Street Spirit - Radiohead3. Teignmouth - Patrick Wolf4. Imagine - John Lennon5. Come See Me Tonight -

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10am, Christmas morning: as we open the blinds to discover grey skies and sheeting rain.My sister: Ohhh, I was hoping for a White Christmas, not a wet christmas.Me: There's only two letters between 'white' and 'wet' christmas.Sister: There's only two letters between 'white' christmas and your mum.3pm, Christmas day, Shepherd's Bush.My godson, while not quite as insanely cute as last year, is

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Obviously this is actually a picture of two foals-as-in-baby-horses, not Foals the band. Dude. Yannis from Foals can TALK. A rescheduled phone interview that I thought would last about five minutes stretched out as he has much to say about music, the album and the music industry. Passionately and vehemently. (And ends with him saying "Oh now I'm just chatting shit. In fact, I've probably been

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Temping in one of the big music companies this week - not the one I was at before. The other one. You know. This afternoon the guy next to me turns to me:Guy: Are Sex Pistols any good?Me: The Sex Pistols?Guy: YeahMe: Depends on your music taste. They're pretty legendary. Why?Guy: Someone just invited me to see them this evening at Brixton AcademyMe: (dying to go) Dang. You

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Saw The National at Shepherds Bush Empire last night, after what feels like months of waiting. Being with two other people who were both under 5'6'', we found a perfect spot near the bar where there was a very handy ledge we could stand on to see over everyone. The band were great and kicked me out of the sheer knackeredness I seem to have slumped into this week.I was also quite happy with the

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Many tricks and treats to you all.

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Love & Rockets, Eightball, Amphigorey 1 and 2, Stray Toasters, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and a beautiful sketch book, from my own personal Patron of the Arts. So rad.

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Re-reading The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things then watching Threads.All in all, a fun-time party evening.

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So after months and months of waiting, finally Control is in cinemas, and I had myself a ticket for the special screening and Q&A with director Anton Corbijn at the Curzon Soho (yay!)I'm sure the film doesn't need much of an introduction as I've rambled on about it before on here, but as imdb has it, it's "A profile of Ian Curtis (Riley), the enigmatic singer of Joy Division whose personal,

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It's always nice to read sweet things influential websites have to say about your friends. Pitchfork had the following to say about the lovely boys of Ivy League and the video for their song London Bridges, featuring a bunch of our friends in NY and made by the one and only cryingboy:Video: This Is Ivy League: "London Bridges"When Brian Howe reviewed "London Bridges" almost exactly a year ago, he

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Searching through old files at work for something, I came across this. Best letter ever. 8th March 1966 Would you please release J-- B-- S-- from their contract. The person to write to is Mr. H, -----, Herts.The group may have originally been contracted through J-- F-- who I believe recently tried to kill his wife and is now in gaol. I have no proof that this is so except that no one has been

hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09027844202128477209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7382776.post-86486720406695260192007-09-21T21:58:00.000+01:002007-09-24T22:00:26.104+01:00

Hanging on the Telephone - The Nerves

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A little belatedly, RIP Misshapes. All snarky Gawker-ing aside, thanks for the great times, great memories and amazing friends I made there. Summer/autumn 2005 at Luke & Leroy's was fucking legendary.My NY nightlife. *Nostalgic sigh*

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I have been mulling over this post on the Penguin Blog (inspired by this slightly depressing Guardian article - though the comments section is worth checking out) since I read it a couple of weeks ago, and I'm not sure I'm any closer to coming to a conclusion.Recently, when I've been introduced to new people or have been talking to people I haven't seen in a long time, the inevitable questions

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So technically this isn't procrastination, as I've already mentioned before that there's a small Joy Division-related project going on, but - well, pissing around on the interweb this evening I came to the conclusion that although there's a lot of shit on youtube, but sometimes you come across some real gems:

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I was flicking through an old notebook earlier and a copy of this poem fell out. It's not one of my favourite O'Haras, but I'm just kind of in this mood at the moment so it feels pretty apt.As Planned - Frank O'HaraAfter the first glass of vodkayou can accept just about anythingof life even your own mysteriousnessyou think it is nice that a boxof matches is purple and brown and is calledLa Petite

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Tilda gets my comic book make-over...

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Friday night: head to the K West with Alex, Ryland and Nate as their bus leaves at midnight. Having an earnest political discussion with William (TAI) at the bar over vodkas and whiskeys, Suarez palms me a guest ticket and all-access pass for Reading Festival the next day. Genius.Saturday: oversleep. Debate taking wellies after reports of mud, decide against it (end up wearing sneakers that give

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The Decaydance Invasion - photo setPost-dim sum wanderings in Soho with Maria and Tayo, in Sister Ray on Berwick Street, browsing vinyl neither of us can really afford, my phone rings."Auntie Hannah!"That name again. Can only be one person on the other end of that phone: the one and only Alex Suarez.The Decaydance tour is in town: Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Gym Class Heroes, The Academy

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So it's taken me like a week to post anything about Tony Wilson's death; a week during which I've listened to Joy Division and New Order repeatedly and re-watched 24 Hour Party People (had forgotten how great it is).I remember New Order as a kid - who could forget the England song? ("We're playing for England - Eng-er-land!") - I knew Joy Division songs before I knew who the band were (if that

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