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06 July 2010 @ 09:26 pm
In London on Friday?  I'm not :(

But if you are - free mini-festival.  In a mobile library:

How awesome?  None more awesome.  If you can go, go, go and make me jealous
05 July 2010 @ 09:01 pm
Mmmm Glastonbury.  Yay, 6Music.  Now for a Year 11 Disco in Brighton.

Mwah ha ha
21 June 2010 @ 05:43 pm
The forecast is shiny, the bands alluring tinyurl.com/36d5z9u , the golden syrup for flapjacks is straining at the bag to get out.

One more sleep, but I don't know how I'll manage to.  Maybe I should pack.  Can I just be there already. Why am I going to work tomorrow?  Idiot.

Stone Circle (Leon Neal/AFP/Getty Images)
Current Mood: hypercraving
Current Music: bumblebees doing bumble things
24 May 2010 @ 07:55 pm
Oh gosh jolly foxy moxy.  I am actually going to this: www.fencerecords.com/news/fence-records-presents-the-away-game/

Oh oh oh.  I really am trembling as I write this.  Can't believe it.  Discovered the Fence Collective at Green Man last year but have always loved the Glasgow Scene.  Missed out on the Home Game this year because I didn't find out about it until Feb, but some intangible thing (guardian angel) inspired me yesterday to find out some details so I didn't miss the next one.  And curled up waiting for me was the news that tickets for this even more amazing event would sell tickets today.  One call to my most trusted internet wiz later, and at the magic hour of noon, while I was squirming in first aid training, he scored me tickets in the 7 minutes they took to sell out.

No idea who I'm going with or how I'm getting there.  I've never been to The Highlands.  What an awesome adventure.

Now I'm going to go and pinch myself.  Lots.  Hard.  And squeee like I've never squeed before.
09 May 2010 @ 07:34 pm
The best kept secret of English graduates is that Jacobean plays are cracktastic. Never knowingly passing up an opportunity for incest, adultery and corruption, the playwriters take lascivious delight in whipping it all up with rapier wit from its cast of unremitting bastards of both genders to a murderous and often gory crescendo. 

Marianne Elliot's whirling production at the National is a tenner if you pre-book.  Run.. it's stone cold brilliance.

Must turn off interweb and revise.
Current Mood: giddygiddy
Current Music: Cerys on Listen Again
06 March 2010 @ 02:18 pm
When I saw this Guardian article I was delighted.  www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/mar/03/racist-question-brown-answer-curious  It wasn't just me!  In fact Ariane was much kinder than me, for stating she didn't believe it was racist.  But the 1400+ comment debate that followed largely featured defensive derailing, belittling and accusations of oversensitivity.  And to a person, these defensive harangers chose to distract from the fact that she was not  complaining about the first question, only the follow-up question(s).  Featuring the word "really. "

In a nutshell, when a complete stranger asks  "where are you from?" - this is not an insult of any sort.  And I cheerfully offer up my home town.

If they follow it up with - "but where are you really from" - that person is both insulting me and outing themselves as ignorant.  And I do not tolerate ignorance but I won't rise to the bait of insults.

Because the key word is "really", although "no" and "but" can be added as fun intensifiers.  It  means a complete stranger is accusing you of lying, and denying you the right to self-identify, and asserting their entitlement to extra information to reinforce their prejudices. 

My evolved response is to tell them my birthtown, and to end on a question "how about you?".  I nod and smile at their answer and then turn away, walk off, or never return to their place of business.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that overt racism is no longer socially tolerated, so that bigotry has to invest in the joys of plausible deniability.  But it's still alienating and distressing.
Current Mood: crankycranky
06 February 2010 @ 08:36 am
What to say about Slow Club. Amazingly it's 3 years when I saw them for the first time in the Rescue Rooms blowing The Hours off the stage with their fun and mesmerising slot. They had also scattered the club with hand-made adverts for their own gig a week later at the Social, so I went straight out and got tickets. Since then, they have gone from an amazing tiny band to an act that get played on Scrubs. They fizz with joyful, not-quite-twee sounding melodies with razorblade lyrics nestling inside. Sherbert and arsenic, my favourite cocktail.

And now they've got a single UK gig this side of summer being hailed as HMV's Next Big Thing. Corporate-tagging aside, this Garage gig is going to be amazing. I just found out about it yesterday, as a speshul birthday surprise. And it's a tenner. Come see, with me. Before it sells out! P.S. I have one spare ticket, bought on a just in case basis.

16 January 2010 @ 06:14 pm
at the Pembury, playing board games.
13 December 2009 @ 02:44 pm
Howling with laughter fratboy - the platonic ideal
13 December 2009 @ 12:51 pm

Young man, there's no need to feel circelily.

Which song was this lyric from?

Get your own lyrics: