Thursday 28 August 2008

Ding dong the witch is dead.

Ignorant Kiwi Guy will soon be moving out of my flat.

I'm meeting people next week to vet their flatmate potential.

Wonder if i should tell the Kiwi??

Monday 18 August 2008

Today I are mostly

In a fantastically awful fucking mood.

Various reasons for this:

a. It's Monday
b. I forgot to get any sleep on Saturday night
c. Yesterday's baby shower was such a lovely day that today could only be rubbish
d. Banks suck
e. I'm not entirely convinced that the prawn sandwich I had for lunch isn't going to give me food poisoning.

Friday 8 August 2008

Wednesday 6 August 2008

Cheesy Pops

I'm listening to a compilation of ABBA, Jane Wiedlin and Journey. Does life get any better?

All hail the National Theatre

Went to see The Revenger's Tragedy with Furious Piglet at the National last night and I have to say, it kicked about 7 shades of arse. It was fantastic! Moody, sexy, imaginative, and I didn't look at my watch once, which for me, is something of an achievement.



It's part of the NT's Travelex Season, where all the seats are £10, which is such a great deal. My sister and I are currently debating which West End show we're going to take our mum to for her birthday, and we can't get any seats for less than £30 each - and they're the crap seats at that. One of my favourite rants is how British Theatre (specifically in London) has become so elitist - whereas it used to be a cheap form of entertainment for the great unwashed, it is now an overpriced attraction for tourists and the well-off: for a family of four to go and see, say, The Lion King at the Lyceum and to have dinner somewhere afterwards would probably cost around the £200 mark (and that's a generous estimate, I'm not including souvenir programmes, drinks in the interval, maltesers to keep the little darlings quiet when they start getting restless...). And non-musical theatre is no better: producers are so desperate to get bums on seats that they'll stick a celeb in the cast and bump up the ticket prices... Daniel Radcliffe in Equus? Shite. Ticket Price? £35. Seat right at the back of the upper circle with a partially obscured view? Yes. The Globe's got the right idea with it's £5 standing tickets....kind of. If I'm going to see Hamlet there's no way I can stand for 4 hours, and if I want to sit down it costs me a hell of a lot more than a fiver.

So what's the answer? Answers on a postcard, someone, and quickly, because we've got a new generation of kids who have never been to theatre because it's cheaper to go to Blockbusters. And that's a shame, because they'll never get to see the kind of brilliance I was watching last night.

Tuesday 5 August 2008

More money than sense

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/itn/20080805/twl-booger-the-pit-bull-is-back-all-five-41f21e0.html

Some Californian woman's dog died. Very sad I know. But why the f*ck would you sell your house so that you can go to Korea and get the damn thing cloned? Why?? Christ on a bike, it's horrible when you lose a pet. I'm convinced one or other of the rodents is going to shuffle off this mortal coil with a squeak before long, but getting them cloned?? Why why why would you do that? Get a grip.

Unsympathetic? Yes. But it's an attitude like that which reassures me I'm not going to evolve into a scary woman who has seven cats and smells of wee.