random acts of senseless beauty

We went for a ‘quick drink’ after the show, as is the rule on a Friday. You can almost guess what comes next can’t you…
Why is it always that when the whole team is planning on a just-the-one night, with lazy evening plans stretched ahead – people to see, packing to do, [...]

I went to an amzing gig last night, Hard-Fi and Boy Kill Boy, at the 100 Club on Oxford St.
I was also right near the front, and could have got some incredible picutres… but the battery on my phone was dead. Bugger.
I’ve known Rich, the lead singer of Hard-Fi, for years now (Blimey! 13 [...]

I got onto the train this morning to be met with a wall of young teenagers. French teenagers. I couldn’t believe just how they looked exactly the same as all the french exchange kids that came to our school nearly 20 years ago.
Most of the boys were spotty and a little greasy, but [...]

Yesterday evening after work I went to see my Aunt, Jane, who’s staying at a small clergy hospital in London.
The building is a narrow four-storey townhouse not far from the BBC buidling and, from the outside looks a bit like a boutique hotel, or a rather posh firm of solicitors. Anyway, I signed myself [...]

She’s back… she’s bad… she’s on opiates!
Caroline has been held at Her Medical Majesty’s pleasure for a couple of months now and is finally home. I’ve added a link to her blog… I can’t believe I didn’t have one before… and it’s seriously worth reading on your daily rounds. Work your way back [...]

This is what this weekend was for me… Like a cool glass of water, like an afternoon nap, like a long secure cuddle, like a…

Obviously more happened. there was a lot of time reading whilst wearing pyjamas (I read the entire Vagina Monolgues on Sunday), watching telly, sleeping, drinking, shopping, going to Ikon, [...]

Had a minor panic a moment ago when I couldn’t get only. Radar suggested the old ‘turn everything off, wait 2 minutes and turn it back on again’. And here I am! Hoorah!
Very busy today. The plane was delayed coming back from Belfast and I felt on the back foot from [...]

I’ve been to Belfast. Back now. Good times. More Later.

The night bus arrived at the bus-stop just north of Kilburn Park Underground Station at 3.17. Parrish had very nicely waited at the stop with me till it came, and we were both glad that it was a surprisingly mild night.
Jacqs and I had been worried from the beginning that it would [...]

Our polling cards arrived through the door yesterday. Cath and I are planning to do what mum and dad have done for years… we’ll come home after work, then walk round to the polling station hand in hand. We wish we knew somebody who’s dog we could borrow. I’ve yet to get [...]

Am I turning into a lush? Answers on a postcard to…
Yesterday on the tube there was a woman with the most incredible wig. I must have stared at her hairline for about 15 minutes… trying to work out where her hair stopped and the wig began. Next to her was a man [...]

Greenbelt Management Group meeting. Pub afterwards.
3 pints of Kronenbourg on an empty stomach. Great conversation with Sarah (although I partially blame her for how drunk I am).
Is it only Monday night?
Glory! Glory! Hallelulia!

The first thing I did this morning was cry. I was so angry with myself for taking the opportunity of a lift home (after one of the worst, most bland and boring gigs I’ve ever had the disappointment of attending) instead of heading back into town for the Make Poverty History vigil.
I was so [...]

Yesterday after the show we packed Lammo into a cab to get to the Radio & Music Awards. “I thought we were going to walk” he protested “it’s only Picadilly Circus”. We made some girly excuse about heels, and frankly not being bothered with the walk. We had to get him there [...]

no smoking today. I feel better already. I’m also totally exhausted so I’m nto going towrite anything else. you’ll have to wait. night night

I feel rubbish.
I smoked more cigarettes today than I have in the last 6 months (5 or 6). I feel sick, my mouth tastes horrid and I’ve got an icky feeling in my tummy. I know that my hair and my clothes smell disgusting. My mouth and skin are dry and I’ve [...]

There was a Simpsons sky – I expected to see the words appearing through the clouds every time I looked out of the window.
There was a man on the tube wearing odd socks.
Penny on reception seemed a little out of sorts – I wish I’d taken here a cup of tea now, maybe I’ll get [...]

Saturday was mainly about Kirsty. I put on my birkenstocks for the first time this year (and, as it turned out, a little prematurely) to pad down to HMV in the glorious Wandsworth Southside Centre to pick up the Kirsty MacColl Box Set From Croydon To Cuba; something I’ve been looking forward to for [...]

It’s Friday night and I’ve had a couple. Well Four. And no dinner. And there’s a very rhythmic knocking coming from the flat upstairs which is making it hard to get into bed without feeling like a voyeur.
What a week. The shows have been WAY better than I could have hoped [...]

I love my iPod. Really really love it. But it does something strange to me:
Walking through the station; waiting on the platform; standing on the train; waiting for the tube; walking up the street to work – in all of these places it’s a tangible, almost physical, battle NOT to boogie. [...]