Grrr! Arrrg!
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susie_floBeing back at work burns. This morning was like that bit in Buffy where she was all peaceful in heaven and then gets brought back from the dead and has to claw her way up from her own coffin...
I dragged myself to the station in a state of bewildered ineptitude and could not get my headphones to work on the tube. I kept turning up the volume and wondering why it was still so quet, until I noticed people looking at me funny (it turned out the headphones were not properly plugged in and what I was actually doing was the equivalent of wearing ear plugs whilst blasting the sleazey tones of Bryan Ferry all over the train carriage... oops)
Tonight I will almost definitely kill my remaining brain cells watching the shameful slurry that is Sleb Big Brother. I do tend to indulge in this guilty pleasure, partly because it only lasts 2 weeks and partly because these sort of last-chance-saloon slebs can usually be relied upon for emotional breakdowns of quality. (Oh alright, it's also an excuse to spray my vacuous commentary around the internet in the style of a cultural muck-spreader.)
Last year I lost interest after week one, but I still live in hope of a revival of the good old days a la Burns, Barrymore and Galloway.
Having caught the opening last night, I was a tad surprised to see Sable Colby sashaying her way in there along with a genuine Baldwin brother. (The Baldwin does actually look like the product of some sibling loving, if you know what I mean...) There is also a Swedish hottie called Jonas something-or-other, Vinnie (you slaaaaag) Jones and several dinky music nonentities whose names I have already forgotten.
One of the best parts of CBB is the first evening when they are all shoved into the house and none of them have a clue who each other are. Watching their deflated lil faces as they have to explain why they are considered a 'sleb' is priceless. The American ones usually appear the most bemused as countless low-rent tabloidy Brits are paraded before them.
This year's Who-The-Frak-Are-You Award goes to the cage fighter who is only famous for being Jordan's rebound boyfriend and looking a bit like Daniel Craig. The Prize for Best Impression of a Bug-eyed, Slack-jawed Hillbilly goes to the Baldwin brother. The Liz Taylor Award for Most Unbvelievable Lie About Your Age goes to Heidi Fleiss... (either that or looking like Stephen Tyler at the age of 44 is an occupational hazard of madamhood).
So... did any of you make NY resolutions? Typically I don't bother with these, but this year I might resolve to work through my Dummies Guide to my camera, to try and improve my photography skills. There is a new year 'thing' that a lot of people do, where they resolve to blog a single photo every day for a year. I don't think I could commit to that... but I might try to do a couple of pics a week.
Ooh, I've just had two nice emails. The first one tells me that Steer has booked our theatre tickets to see Anthony Head doing 6 Degree of Separation at the Old Vic. The seond one tells me that G has just ordered a new coffee machine that does the bean-grinding and everything all in one go. Hoorah for coffee that is good AND easy!
Ugg, I spose I'd better eat my lunch and get back to work...(boo hiss)
I hope you're all having lovely days and/or surviving.
I dragged myself to the station in a state of bewildered ineptitude and could not get my headphones to work on the tube. I kept turning up the volume and wondering why it was still so quet, until I noticed people looking at me funny (it turned out the headphones were not properly plugged in and what I was actually doing was the equivalent of wearing ear plugs whilst blasting the sleazey tones of Bryan Ferry all over the train carriage... oops)
Tonight I will almost definitely kill my remaining brain cells watching the shameful slurry that is Sleb Big Brother. I do tend to indulge in this guilty pleasure, partly because it only lasts 2 weeks and partly because these sort of last-chance-saloon slebs can usually be relied upon for emotional breakdowns of quality. (Oh alright, it's also an excuse to spray my vacuous commentary around the internet in the style of a cultural muck-spreader.)
Last year I lost interest after week one, but I still live in hope of a revival of the good old days a la Burns, Barrymore and Galloway.
Having caught the opening last night, I was a tad surprised to see Sable Colby sashaying her way in there along with a genuine Baldwin brother. (The Baldwin does actually look like the product of some sibling loving, if you know what I mean...) There is also a Swedish hottie called Jonas something-or-other, Vinnie (you slaaaaag) Jones and several dinky music nonentities whose names I have already forgotten.
One of the best parts of CBB is the first evening when they are all shoved into the house and none of them have a clue who each other are. Watching their deflated lil faces as they have to explain why they are considered a 'sleb' is priceless. The American ones usually appear the most bemused as countless low-rent tabloidy Brits are paraded before them.
This year's Who-The-Frak-Are-You Award goes to the cage fighter who is only famous for being Jordan's rebound boyfriend and looking a bit like Daniel Craig. The Prize for Best Impression of a Bug-eyed, Slack-jawed Hillbilly goes to the Baldwin brother. The Liz Taylor Award for Most Unbvelievable Lie About Your Age goes to Heidi Fleiss... (either that or looking like Stephen Tyler at the age of 44 is an occupational hazard of madamhood).
So... did any of you make NY resolutions? Typically I don't bother with these, but this year I might resolve to work through my Dummies Guide to my camera, to try and improve my photography skills. There is a new year 'thing' that a lot of people do, where they resolve to blog a single photo every day for a year. I don't think I could commit to that... but I might try to do a couple of pics a week.
Ooh, I've just had two nice emails. The first one tells me that Steer has booked our theatre tickets to see Anthony Head doing 6 Degree of Separation at the Old Vic. The seond one tells me that G has just ordered a new coffee machine that does the bean-grinding and everything all in one go. Hoorah for coffee that is good AND easy!
Ugg, I spose I'd better eat my lunch and get back to work...(boo hiss)
I hope you're all having lovely days and/or surviving.
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Date: 2010-01-04 02:30 pm (UTC)I'm looking forward to it though. Let me know if you think of any other theatrical events coming up.
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Date: 2010-01-04 02:55 pm (UTC)And yes we used to do this sort of thing far more often, didn't we? (Perhaps organising more theatre trips will be resolution #2)
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Date: 2010-01-04 02:57 pm (UTC)Yes, more theatre, definitely.
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Date: 2010-01-04 02:41 pm (UTC)I did see part of it last night however on C4+1 when I'd finished watching Elvis being fabulous on BBC2 and was flicking through the channels.
I was pleasantly surprised by Jordan's rebound boyfriend though as he seemed an affable chap who made an effort to say hello to each person as they came in and he also seemed a lot brighter than I had imagined him to be.
I know what you mean about Ms Fleiss - it must be a very hard life being a hooker -especially one who was never actually working on the streets.
The Baldwins are all a bit mad though aren't they?
NY resolutions - not made any as such aoart from a vague 'get more active' and 'do more stuff' kind of ones.
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Date: 2010-01-04 02:59 pm (UTC)Were you watching Fat Elvis or Rock'n'Roll Elvis? (I like fat Elvis best, when he does In The Ghetto as a full overblown cheesy ballad)
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Date: 2010-01-04 03:07 pm (UTC)I had just started a biography of John Belushi which seems appropriate somehow, although Elvis was more addicted to food and prescription drugs than street drugs.
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Date: 2010-01-04 06:22 pm (UTC):-)
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Date: 2010-01-04 08:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-04 08:13 pm (UTC)But don't get your hopes up for the Baldwin...