November 27th, 2004

Gother than thou. Or anyone.

Meanwhile, back on planet sane...

I feel much better this morning - sorry for last night's angst. To put it far less melodramatically, there was a crisis and I would just have been in the way while people were sorting it out, so I came home, and was lonely for a while, but I'm fine today.

Would love to see people this weekend though - katyha, did you have any luck shaking up those plans?

  • Current Music
    The same.

Obligatory TOTP/CDUK thoughts

* At least whoever was mad enough to let Nadia from Big Brother anywhere near a microphone ever again had the kindness to write a half-decent song for her to unflatteringly gyrate all over. I mean, it does sound like the kind of thing a Spanish drag queen might well be singing on a float at a Pride march, but I can only assume she knows this and doesn't mind.

* Every time I hear Brian McFadden's 'Irish Son' I become slightly more convinced that he's better than any other mainstream singer/songwriter releasing records over here. (With the possible exception of Il Bedingfield.) What on earth was he doing in Westlife? Or was that secretly his stupid twin? I remember him making an idiot of himself on Never Mind The Buzzcocks in a way that categorically did not suggest that he was capable of the kind of thing he's doing now. I'm amazed, and I think he's great.

* The British public is barking, but not that barking; Girls Aloud have beaten Geri to number one. Apparently it was close, though. I worry.

* Green Day, as previously mentioned, have written another song, which I believe is their first new song in about eight years. It's rather good.

* Oh, and Pete Doherty's new band, amusingly titled 'Babyshambles', were on CD:UK this week, as well. Imagine The Libertines being hit over the head with two dustbin lids until there is no discernible talent left in them and they lie sobbing on the floor. I know it's quite a good mental image but it does not make for a good sound, and it's precisely what Babyshambles sound like. Someone needs to collar that boy and explain to him that although all the drugs he's taken may have made him miss a few years, it's not *actually* still 1994.

I don't have high hopes for next month's music either; you know what the struggle for Christmas chart positions is like. So here's to January having some things really worth writing about, because I miss doing the music headlines, damn it.

  • Current Music
    'Boulevard Of Broken Dreams', Green Day.
I can fly!

I will never mock anyone else's sense of style ever again.

Well, all right, that's blatantly untrue. But still.
I have just been to Pikeymart Elephant & Castle shopping centre. There's one of those 'shop at the end of the universe' type shops, where absolutely essential stuff like telephone flexes and batteries nestles beside stuff that most of the world could never ever possibly want ever, like enormous ceramic cheetahs you'd find in cheap casinos, or Father Christmases with fibre-optic beards.
Today in the window there was a new lamp. The base is a pair of legs in stilettos and stockings and the shade is in the form of a corset and the bottom of a red dress. It is groundbreakingly hideous and I want it so much I nearly smashed the shop window to get at it. I'd like to pretend I'm shocked at myself, but really, I'm not.

I think we can all thank our various gods that I don't, in fact, earn my own money, because if I did that lamp would now be lighting me as I write this.

Dear oh dear. Save me from myself.

  • Current Music
    'Living Next Door To Alice', on panpipes. Ah, buskers.
Camille Noire

All I wish is to dream again

Today has been awful in a very quiet, wintry sort of way. I hope tomorrow will be better; looking forward to visiting katyha. Mother rang earlier and went on at me about how I'm always unhappy, and how I should feel bad that she doesn't have a chirpy voice to talk to when she rings me up. Strangely this didn't help; I hope she gets the brain cell back soon.

I have watched Strictly Come Dancing for the first time this series; forgotten how much I want to be thoroughly ravished by like Aled Jones. It's so wrong. Perhaps I've just spent too long on my own today.

There is currently an opera version of The Little Prince on BBC2, which I am taping if anyone happens to be likely to want a copy. Edit : Which you should. You all should. That really was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Floods of tears, but mostly in a good way. So, so beautiful. Wow.

All the same. Would like to stop being unhappy now, almost as much as my mum would like me to...

  • Current Music
    'Nemo', Nightwish. Sigh. May have to buy it tomorrow.