sprezzatura: (DH Poster Snape)
It is the last day of Save Livejournal Month! Apart from one day when I forgot, and had to catch up the next morning, I have managed to post something every day, and I must admit, it's nice to be back and I will try to keep up with more regular updates. I will be starting with a long, rambling discourse about Whitby that might even turn into a WIG thread, just like in the old days, but as I am heading back there as soon as we've dropped off K at her Hallowe'en Party, it will have to wait a day or two.

Happy Pumpkin Day, viewers!
sprezzatura: (Default)
In Whitby and in deep disgruntlement. Way too many people and way too many cameras. It's very difficult to talk about how much better WGW was in the old days without sounding sneery and pretentious, but WGW was much better in the old days before it became a fancy dress photo opportunity.
sprezzatura: (80s!)
Coming soon! Self-indulgent Goth angst, especially for [livejournal.com profile] neenaw. I don't have time now though. I've got to take Tia to Doggy Holiday Camp before Ed gets home and then we're going back to Whitby.

Yesterday was busy and fun. I met up with [livejournal.com profile] broom_stick, [livejournal.com profile] sobrique and others and we caught a steam train - disappointingly not the Hogwarts Express - to Pickering. We went to look at the church with uncovered medieval murals on the walls, which I had not seen before. [livejournal.com profile] speedygoth joined us for lunch and I got a lift back to Whitby with her in the hope of picking up the flat key before [livejournal.com profile] foxy76 arrived, but I was thwarted by the miserable old bags in the letting agency so went to get supplies instead. Clare arrived while I was at the Co-op, so we went to find the flat, which is warm and comfortable and on the top floor of one of the Whitehall Landings buildings. It has a great view of the Abbey which looked fantastic floodlit in purple.

A quick dinner and tarting up later, we went to [livejournal.com profile] broom_stick's 50s cocktail party where I consumed inadvisable quantities of Planter's Punch and caught up with various people including [livejournal.com profile] rhubarbtriangle and [livejournal.com profile] salmon_of_doubt whom I hadn't seen in I can't remember how long.

Some photos )
sprezzatura: (Me 50s)
At 50s cocktail party. Have not drunk alcohol in 3 months. Pissed. Mr Rochester wrist fisting!
sprezzatura: (Bellatrix)
So, yes, I'm off to Whitby in the morning. I believe there is some sort of music festival, but I'm just going to have a quiet few days away with Ed and [livejournal.com profile] foxy76, celebrate Hallowe'en, and hopefully catch up with a few people I went to university with who have Livejournals they never update.

I just wrote a long post pontificating on the subject of WGW; about all the people I've fallen out with or woken up beside, whose shoulders I've cried on and who've been sick on my shoes, and the ghosts of eleven years that lie around the town like cracks in the pavement waiting for a misplaced stiletto to trip me up. Then I decided I couldn't be doing with any of that self-indulgent Goth nonsense and deleted it. I'll just have to make sure I stick to wearing DMs all weekend, won't I?
sprezzatura: (Fucking Sirius)
The Oysterband are making my daughter laugh a lot.

She is convinced that in the song We Shall Come Home they are singing

"Wild wood, setting sun, it makes your hamster tremble"*

So of course since she pointed this out, this is what I hear too.

Help rid me off this earworm and share with me your favourite misheard lyrics, viewers, but try to be more original than "'Scuse me while I kiss this guy" because we've all heard that.

**It's actually "makes your hands to tremble" which is such arcane phraseology I'm not surprised K got it wrong.
sprezzatura: (Duckface)
Options for Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights brutally pillaged from [livejournal.com profile] asw909's events list. Options for other things to do lazily lifted from 2003.

Oops, forgot the cut tag )
sprezzatura: (Jordan Witch)
I have had quite a busy weekend, and I may post about it in more detail tomorrow but I am determined to stick to my pledge of updating daily throughout October and I have neither the energy nor the inclination to write a long post now.

For much of the weekend I have been elbow deep in Fimo, having developed an obsession for making sliced cane beads with the intention of turning them into Hallowe'en bracelets. I have mastered cobwebs and Frankenstein's Creature-inspired monster faces but I need more practice with skulls, and to improve upon the experimental pumpkins which look a bit basic at the moment. I would like to be able to show you a photograph of my efforts but Tia chewed up the USB lead for my phone last week, and I have no idea where the camera is.

I have spent much of this evening a Fallout: New Vegas widow, as I suspect I will remain for the next fortnight. However, Ed graciously allowed himself to be parted from his XBox for an hour to allow me to watch Single Father, which is still relentlessly miserable and a bit mad, but well-acted and enjoyable and Mmmm, David Tennant. I still haven't seen any of Downton Abbey, partly because of the schedule clash, but mostly because until last Monday we had absolutely no idea it had even started. We saw a trailer at the cinema the other week, and remarked several times on the posters, but as we never watch ITV ever, we had no idea when it was on. Not wishing to imply that the two would be mutually exclusive, but is it any good, or is it just a serialised remake of Gosford Park?
sprezzatura: (Snape WTF)
Weirdest piece of Hallowe'en confectionary:

A bag of blood. Strawberry flavoured liquid candy blood. I found it in a pound shop in Leeds, and just looking at it makes my teeth itch.

Can anyone beat this for randomness?
sprezzatura: (Slytherclaw)
I have spent most of this evening trying to make pumpkin and Dark Mark shaped beads from polymer clay.

I'm sure you can understand why I have little to offer in the way of saving Livejournal today, and even if I did, it would probably bore your arse off.

Please may I be excused?
sprezzatura: (Faces)
Have I mentioned my hatred for The Apprentice? I hate The Apprentice. Unfortunately - and for reasons I cannot fathom - Edward loves The Apprentice, and even though he has offered to view it on iPlayer, he always ends up watching on TV. The wireless connection isn't working and the rest of the house is too cold for me to leave the room anyway, so I am watching it too.

Observations - not too spoilery )

Ten days left of Save Livejournal month and I'm running out of ideas. Feel free to submit your own in the box below.
[Poll #1633472]
sprezzatura: (Redcoat Brandon)
Today, two entirely unconnected people have drawn my attention to this:



Not sure where it came from, but it made me smile.

As a matter of fact, I think the Sheriff would be hell to live with, and that whole, "you, ten o'clock; you, ten fifteen" is not at all promising. Had he been dressed as Colonel Brandon, that would be a different matter.
sprezzatura: (Curious)
In a moment of inattention during the lecture I have just been to at university, I found myself admiring my lovely new(ish) watch. Glancing around the thirty or so people in the room, I noticed that almost none of them were wearing watches, and of those who were, I was probably the youngest.

Here is a poll about watches, which is probably a bit dull and anal, but I'm curious )

*I know this isn't a word, but I couldn't resist the Spoonerist title
sprezzatura: (Queenie Psychotic)
I bottled on the Blackbeard's Tea Party gig because no-one I knew seemed to be going. Instead, Ed and I are going to the cinema to see Mr Nice.

I was quite shocked to discover today, upon adding another name to the list, that I have blocked thirteen people on Facebook. I didn't realise I had so many enemies! Mind you, I have over four hundred people on my friends list and I certainly wouldn't describe all of them as friends in real life, and to be fair there are only one or two people amongst the thirteen that I would actively like to push into the path of an out-of-control combine harvester, but even so, I am a little uncomfortable with the number.

How many people on your block lists, viewers? Who are they and what are they doing there?
sprezzatura: (Filthy Look)
I was going out tonight, but now I'm not, so I have nothing to talk about.

I might go out tomorrow, to this, but I can't decide whether the extremely appealing line up is tempting enough for me to overlook the fact that the programme also includes burlesque dancing.
sprezzatura: (80s!)
I have sometimes heard it said that musically speaking, the 80s were over by 1988 when the top 40 became dominated by dance music and all the "proper" 80s outfits like Spandau Ballet, Duran Duran and Adam & the Ants had gone into acting, yachting or institutional care. I think this view overlooks a particular set of groups from the back end of the decade who, due to the fact they wrote their own songs and played their own instruments, I feel it would be unfair to dismiss as "boy bands" despite their regular appearances in Smash Hits. With this poll, and thanks in part to [livejournal.com profile] moral_vacuum and [livejournal.com profile] foxy76's comments on yesterday's post, let us remember them.

[Poll #1631374]

I couldn't be bothered to add any more poll questions, but who can name the front men of any of these bands? I could do five, but I bet there's someone out there who can beat that.

Edit: Shit, I forgot A-ha. Still, they're probably a bit early and I don't remember ever seeing Morten Harket in a hat.
sprezzatura: (DH Poster Snape)
Thank you for the comments on yesterday's post. I won't reply to them all individually but a lot of wise things were said. I haven't bought the Jason Donovan album, though I may yet get a couple of the MP3s. Mary's Prayer is such a great song, whatever happened to Danny Wilson?

That's about it for today, though I feel I should record the fact that I've been watching the Chilean mine rescue on and off. As someone who gets twitchy if a tube train stops for even a minute or two between stations, I just can't get my head around being trapped underground. I just hope the rest of the miners, and the rescue workers who went down to help them today, get out safely.
sprezzatura: (Filthy Look)
In response to my post yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] moral_vacuum invited me to make a positive comment about being over 30. Of course, what I should have said was that I couldn't, having no experience of it, but that didn't occur to me until an esprit d'escalier moment several hours later and in any case, I've always been rubbish at lying about my age.

I do worry about getting older, mostly because of how little I have to show for my thirty... erm... something years of life and all the mistakes I have made. A couple of months ago, [livejournal.com profile] sneerpout pointed me at a fantastic cautionary quote from Dorothy Parker: "She had spent the golden time in grudging its going." I've been trying not to do that so much recently and I made sure the diem of the summer was well and truly carped, but it's an uphill struggle to convince myself I'm not actually over it yet. There are many advantages to growing older but I'm not always good at remembering, so I invite you all to remind me of them.

What is the best thing about being over 30, or, if you're not there yet (lucky buggers), the age you are now?

Also, in case you haven't already seen it on Facebook, I am in need of Ten (or more) Good Reasons not to buy this. They do say mid life crises are getting earlier, but I'm not sure that would justify the purchase of an album of covers of songs from my youth by the man I wanted to marry when I was thirteen. Talk me out of it, in the wittiest way possible!
sprezzatura: (Dementor)
In an effort to be less bad-tempered and intolerant, I invite you, loyal readers, to name something, or someone if you absolutely must although the first option should give you plenty to work with, that you know I dislike, and I will say something positive about it.
sprezzatura: (Default)
Gah, I forgot to post yesterday! As it is still October 10th over most of the Pacific, I'm saying this counts.

Lovely day, went back to the reservoir of last week. Tia charged straight in and went swimming even when there were no sticks to chase. She's really got the hang of it now and has taken to it, one might say, like a duck tolling retriever to water.

That flimsy joke is about all I had upon which to hang this entry. I will try and make Monday's more engaging.

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