Category: Random

I don’t even know where to begin talking about last night’s Singalonga Birthday Party. I had a tremendously good time – that much I am sure about. We all met up outside around six to make sure we all got tickets. People turned up that I haven’t seen in ages. It was great to see Emma and Katy and Matt and Fran and Rebecca and Nick and Meg and Danny and Davo and Phil and Michael and Luke and Pippa and Chrusty and everyone else I’ve momentarily forgotten.

The show was, as usual, tremendous. Most of us seemed to enjoy ourselves – belting out songs with as much force as our little lungs could grant us. Even those people who hadn’t seen the film before (and there were a couple) seemed to have a great time as well. We fell out of the cinema around 11.30pm, exhausted and flushed and (in my case at least) incredibly bouncy.

I also ended up with the most astonishing bag of goodies ever, and I’d like to take the opportunity to thank everyone. Thanks to Davo for the album, Danny for the musical card, Pippa for the chocolates, Meg for the incredible original ER set script, Rebecca for the … whistle, Luke for the novel, Matt and Fran for the other novel, and Michael for the other other novel. You’re all stars. Plus thanks to Simon for the album delivered this morning. I’ve made out like a bandit.

If the weather holds up this afternoon, you can expect me to be attending this afternoon’s ukbloggers’ party in the park from 2.30pm at Speaker’s Corner. See you there?

Occasional employment is kind of like this Onion article only with higher blood pressure and worse dreams: Plan To Straighten Out Entire Life During Weeklong Vacation Yields Mixed Results.

Now this is interesting – CafePress.com have started doing a variety of new products in many more colours than before. It’s fast approaching time to bite the bullet and get plasticbag.org and barbelith.com stores set up. I might even set up a Buffy quote t-shirt range. If it isn’t illegal. Which of course it probably is…

Coolest T-shirt in the world

My mother always told me, “Never trust a lady with a tape measure”: Thanks Davo! I’d also like to thank Simon for the minidisc and the card, NIck Jordan for the Tricky album, Chris for The Man Who Was Thursday, Jerwin for making me want to be a Teenage Dirtbag, my gran for the tenner and my family for the cheque. Love you all.

Happy birthday to me, Love My Online Cult.

Anyway – I’m twenty-nine now. Time to put aside childish things, buy some proper trousers without pockets half the way down them or detachable legs and think about more serious matters – like the campaign to get myself, Davo and lots of other people drunk, shagged and married off by (the end of) August. For more details flashback to April.

Someone did a search for Max on my search engine, which made me think about doing a search about him as well, and when I did a search it was all really depressing crap, because I never write about him unless he’s really pissed me off. Anyway – that’s not the point of this post. The point is that in the process I read a post about meeting a guy in a club and him being kind of nice. His name was Luke and apparently we had fun, but I don’t remember what he looked like at all. There’s not a thing in my head about it. Weird.

Twenty-nine years ago (to the exact minute) I sprang into the world, desperate for a cigarette.