I saw a sign today for a Topshop Hopping Spree.
I thought it sounded fun, but on closer inspection it seemed the S had rubbed off.
My favourite person in Brighton is the man who runs the West African food van. It's parked opposite the Ocean Rooms, and the man is a dude. He's 25, saving up to go to Cambridge uni. He sells delicious food and is always happy to tell you about the ingredients he uses, and give you free samples of everything. And he sells it dirt cheap, and will deliver it wherever you want. We got ours brought to us sitting in the sunshine in Preston Park once.
If you're ever in Brighton, search him out. He's a legend.
I had fun at a Heidi Heels gig at work - the customers were for the most part rude and pretentious, and I can't say I was very up for most of the music, but I have a new favourite song in 'Number One' by Mr Solo. He was fabulous, shiny bouncy pop songs packaged in Brian Slade's body and clothes.
The secret to good food is adding far more of everything than you'd think necessary. Especially black pepper. When I say good, I don't really mean good in a Michelin star, Cordon Bleu sense, more in a looks-ridiculous-but-is-really-fucking-tasty way.
Red Dwarf dvds are ludicrously expensive. 19.99? That's practically the budget of the entire first two series, what's going on?!
Someone lovely made me a mix cd of all my favourite songs at the moment. If you haven't heard them, you should look up RJD2's Ghostwriter; Bob Sinclair's Love Generation; Aphex's Girl Boy Song; Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada; Roni Size and Reprazent, Dirty Beats; anything from Me and This Army but particularly Creep or Rapperfection; AM 180 by Grandaddy; We Share our Mother's Health by the Knife; I won't keep going because this list will get very long and it's already woefully inadequate.
If you were a band, or musician, who would you be? Not who you'd want to be, but just who a crappy magazine quiz would tell you you're most like (CosmoGirl - Which member of Busted are you!?!). It was one of those conversations that make no sense, but the answers we came up with make perfect sense if you know us and what I mean. Danny is Scott Walker, because he revels in his obscurity, shies from the limelight, he's a one-of-a-kind genius and a million and one other reasons. Jon would be TV on the Radio, as there's noone else quite like him, and he's that fucking effortlessly, indisputably, cool. And not in the over hyped, NME way, but in the simple, intrinsic way that anyone can recognise. And David Bowie loves him (or would, if he met him). Luke would be Bob Dylan, I'd elaborate but it's easier to just say that they have the same kind of soul. And that there are a million watered down copies, but he's the original, real deal. And apparently I'm Beck.
I wish I could afford to buy smoked salmon, as smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels with lettuce and black pepper and a drizzle of lemon juice (fuck the drizzle, remember my law of more-than-you-think-you-need) are the nicest things in the world.
I remember when I spent long enough on the internet to actually read everyone's journals and reply to comments, and I'm rubbish and don't do it any more. I would, but I'm just too busy doing things that do not involve computers. Maybe one day I'll get an office job and rinse their internet. I hate internet cafes.
In the kitchen we have two large plaster noses stuck to the walls.
I thought it sounded fun, but on closer inspection it seemed the S had rubbed off.
My favourite person in Brighton is the man who runs the West African food van. It's parked opposite the Ocean Rooms, and the man is a dude. He's 25, saving up to go to Cambridge uni. He sells delicious food and is always happy to tell you about the ingredients he uses, and give you free samples of everything. And he sells it dirt cheap, and will deliver it wherever you want. We got ours brought to us sitting in the sunshine in Preston Park once.
If you're ever in Brighton, search him out. He's a legend.
I had fun at a Heidi Heels gig at work - the customers were for the most part rude and pretentious, and I can't say I was very up for most of the music, but I have a new favourite song in 'Number One' by Mr Solo. He was fabulous, shiny bouncy pop songs packaged in Brian Slade's body and clothes.
The secret to good food is adding far more of everything than you'd think necessary. Especially black pepper. When I say good, I don't really mean good in a Michelin star, Cordon Bleu sense, more in a looks-ridiculous-but-is-really-fucking-tasty way.
Red Dwarf dvds are ludicrously expensive. 19.99? That's practically the budget of the entire first two series, what's going on?!
Someone lovely made me a mix cd of all my favourite songs at the moment. If you haven't heard them, you should look up RJD2's Ghostwriter; Bob Sinclair's Love Generation; Aphex's Girl Boy Song; Dayvan Cowboy by Boards of Canada; Roni Size and Reprazent, Dirty Beats; anything from Me and This Army but particularly Creep or Rapperfection; AM 180 by Grandaddy; We Share our Mother's Health by the Knife; I won't keep going because this list will get very long and it's already woefully inadequate.
If you were a band, or musician, who would you be? Not who you'd want to be, but just who a crappy magazine quiz would tell you you're most like (CosmoGirl - Which member of Busted are you!?!). It was one of those conversations that make no sense, but the answers we came up with make perfect sense if you know us and what I mean. Danny is Scott Walker, because he revels in his obscurity, shies from the limelight, he's a one-of-a-kind genius and a million and one other reasons. Jon would be TV on the Radio, as there's noone else quite like him, and he's that fucking effortlessly, indisputably, cool. And not in the over hyped, NME way, but in the simple, intrinsic way that anyone can recognise. And David Bowie loves him (or would, if he met him). Luke would be Bob Dylan, I'd elaborate but it's easier to just say that they have the same kind of soul. And that there are a million watered down copies, but he's the original, real deal. And apparently I'm Beck.
I wish I could afford to buy smoked salmon, as smoked salmon and cream cheese bagels with lettuce and black pepper and a drizzle of lemon juice (fuck the drizzle, remember my law of more-than-you-think-you-need) are the nicest things in the world.
I remember when I spent long enough on the internet to actually read everyone's journals and reply to comments, and I'm rubbish and don't do it any more. I would, but I'm just too busy doing things that do not involve computers. Maybe one day I'll get an office job and rinse their internet. I hate internet cafes.
In the kitchen we have two large plaster noses stuck to the walls.
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anarchie:
Hey lady, http://suicidegirls.com/groups/UK+SuicideGirls/topics/212462/ < think you can help me out?
its_matt:
yeah i have been putting a roof over the head of your peep show dvd... its almost forgotten what you look like, i have to keep showing it pictures of you so it doesnt forget its master.