May 15th, 2004

(I've tried patience)

Well now.

Not a wildly successful night as far as I was concerned, but believe me, everyone should take a chance to visit the Egg club at least once. It is the most fabulous venue, and it was pretty much perfect last night - a walled garden with candles all over the place and plenty of places to sit or lounge, and then three dancefloors and surrounding areas connected by several rather lovely stairways, a balcony terrace, and seating everywhere, which was much appreciated.

Music wise I'm not sure what I thought, but I'll be going back to decide properly, in the summer when they start running properly. There would probably always have been something to dance to on one floor or other, but tired as I was I was content to just sit out on the grass astroturf with people and occasionally jump up if I caught sound of a song I wanted to dance to.

The company was of course excellent - too many people whose names I don't know, so I won't try listing them, but it was good to see purplekaz again and the unexpected post-B-Movie zeke_hubris was a good thing as well. corpsie and random_haze were, naturally, lovely and wonderful.

Didn't get home until 5, so I'm now very very tired. But I've got a few hours of singing to do this afternoon, so I'm trying to wake up rather than let myself collapse into exhaustion. ~s~

Did I mention that the Scissor Sisters rock?

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(I've tried patience)

Oh, dear.

Just watched CD:UK. I know it's my own fault for sitting and watching it, but, but, argh.

Before I start on Peter Fucking Andre, I would like to talk about this week's number one. This week's number one is by a young lady named Frankee. Last week's number one was by a young man named Eamon. Apparently these two little darlings used to be what one might call 'an item'. They then broke up, after which Eamon proceeded to write a charming little number called 'Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back)'. The chorus, you ask?
"Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you ho, I dont want you back..."

It moves one almost to tears, doesn't it?

Now - oh, those crazy celebrities! - Ms. Frankee has issued her rebuttal, a strangely similar song titled 'F.U.R.B.' (which would stand for 'Fuck You Right Back', but I can't help thinking of it as 'Furby'...)
I can't do justice to it without quoting it all, so here you go : Collapse )

This is fucking number fucking one in the fucking charts.
Ahem. Sorry. All that swearing is catching.
But seriously. This is number one in the charts.

It hurts, but honestly, not as much as Peter Andre's newest assault on our senses, the infamous 'Insania'.
Not only is it just frankly bad, it's frankly bad in a horribly mid-90s way - it sounds like some godawful orgy between Take That and Michael Jackson and, sadly, also Peter Fucking Andre. It's bad in the most unbearable of ways.

I'm now going to sing some unfortunate opera, which will be a blessing after all that.

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Rah. Eurovision. I may have to subject you all to a review on Monday. ~grin~

I know even Lulu's saying it's outdated - and god, we all know she's right - but I can't help loving it. And there's always *one* song I like enough to want to own it, though it's never the one that wins.

Bounce bounce bounce. ~bounce~

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