Lucretia, my reflection...

Although I don't look much of one these days, at heart I'll always be a goth. Was listening to some classic 'Sisters of Mercy', and it made me giggle to look up the actual lyrics to some of the songs. In 'Lucretia', I always thought Eldritch sang "I have chives, parmesean", the reality is the much less food orientated, "I hear dive, bombers and".

I'm terrible for singing along to songs and using my own hideously inaccurate lyrics. It must have been worse before the invention of the internet when these things couldn't be checked... concert venues full of people joyfully singing their own interpretations of the same song.

In life news, have been feeding the parking lot magpies chicken. They love it. It's only Asda cheapo stuff, but the other half would rather get them seeds&bread. Personally, I don't think they lead vegetarian lifestyles. I've heard they love cat food... which, come to think of it, is a bit like the creatures in the rather awesome District 9! Awesome, but still doesn't beat 'Moon' to the sci-fi movie of the year so far, in my humble opinion.

Jekyl & Hyde

On a sombre note, I have now watched the season finale of 'True Blood', & am already in mourning. Only 1 whole year to wait for the next series... I have also been to Nando's for the first time, and believe it is vastly overrated.

In other news, I continue to reach new nadirs in my behaviour when I've had a drink or 3. Nothing heinous like beating folk up, or throwing myself at married men - just being daft really - and of course forgetting it all the next day. Stella & cheap white wine should not be mixed!

So yeah, great end to a stressful week at my new job, by alienating friends from my old job.
Also feeling v anxious about tomorrow - first day giving general advice by phone, all by myself, eek!

Ah well, I shall trust in the old adage, (I do believe it was the talented & wise D:Ream who said it) "things can only get better".

Crazy cat lady

My hormonal hysterics have calmed down now... which reminded me of the treatment of hysterics in thee olden days, which is rather hilarious & should be googled by anyone who isn't already privy to the information!

Was thinking how much I miss having my cat. In my previous moments of grief, my cat always provided some grounding by looking at me contemptuously as if to say 'pull yourself together silly woman'... although granted this was the same look she gives me whenever I loudly burst out laughing at something stupid on TV. She just generally doesn't like having her reverie broken.

Photo isn't my cat by the way, it is just a simply amazingly smug cat that I came across. Love it.

Nightmares by the sea

It's been an emotional week. I'm such a woman - to use the term in it's derogatory sense. Everything is reducing me to tears, from an ad of families eating their nutella in the morning, to the thought of going to the Post Office! Even magpies, the most mirthful of all birds, have reduced me to tearful outpourings when I watch their joyful scamping.
would like to get rid of the section of my head (according to the phrenology model!) which causes such ridiculousness. Time spent with watery eyes means less time doing enjoyable stuff such as :
- procuring more hats on 'Team Fortress'
- updating my ever-expanding Amazon wishlist (& hoping a Russian tri-zillionaire would buy me everything on it in a fit of whimsy!)
- watching Charlie Brooker's 'Screenwipe' on Youtube

... and endless other mundane things which aren't quite as fun, but must be done. Like the dishes. Which should be done right now actually.

Kafka-esque

Just finished reading 'The Trial' today. Would have been more enjoyable if it hadn't been a library copy, previously read by someone with a Freudian obsession with sex! The words 'S&M' and 'SEXUAL' were written in a manic scrawl beside every other bleedin' paragraph.
Enough of being intellectual for today. Over to 'Dave' for a repeat of Mock The Week...

On a closing note, I have illustrated this post with a picture of a cat about to have it's peace destroyed by an errant magpie.

Bad habit...

Have just noticed I end every post with an exclamation mark! How very irritating! Must break the habit of being needlessly excited at the end of my sentences!!!!!

Heads will roll

Crazy bad headache today. Most sensible place to be is not the computer, but I am inexplicably compelled over to it to see how my Sims are doing. Applying copious amounts of 4head is not working, other than to make my eyes water in a way they normally only do after watching Wuthering Heights (the original - not that recent ITV adaptation shite!)

Speaking of heads, I just love the Phrenology head that I picked up on a trip to Camden. I've artfully plonked it on top of a cheapo Argos bookcase, filled with haphazardly arranged DVDs.

Oh what I'd give to own my own place, and not have beige walls in every room of the house - damn thee generic rental properties!

Talking with strangers in pub - sometimes fab.

Well where has the summer gone! A whole 2 (& a bit) months have went by without a single darn tootin' post... Have accompanied this post with a picture of a hot frothy coffee & a homemade peppermint slice. Just because.This summer has involved Spain, farms, plenty of magpies, eating too much & an upcoming change of career.

Too much to write about really, even if I wanted to. I'll instead fill space with an tale of a recent night out in Hulme, in what the OH and I have affectionately started calling our 'local' (even though we generally have to be at least mildly tanked up before considering entering it.) There is an old man who raises his cane in camaraderie and issues a friendly (well, borderline hostile) jeer to those brave enough to walk through the door. The next thing one notices is the sound of Barry Manilow immediately assaulting the ears. Should even think of laughing at the venues playing of Barry Manilow, one is accosted by a man passionate on the subject... trying to deflect him kindly by saying Mr Manilow is 'before our time'does not go down well. Well, says he, was Mozart before your time? Beethoven before your time?

At this stage we were glad to see said man's ladyfriend return from the loos, to whisk him away before things got messy.
V memorable way to end a night after a mini-pub crawl to Corbieres, Perveril of the Peak & Odder... after a few red wines the thought of my last monday in my current job seemed a lot more palatable!