girlofprey

Nick Cave is touring again in November. That's not very fair. Bad form, Nick. I have three other gigs to consider in October/November. And most of them are at least conveniently situated. However. It seems like it would be great to see him play somewhere in the North of England. I don't know why. It just sort of does.

Other news includes the fact that I'm going to London next week to see K, who's split up with J, I can't remember if I mentioned that. We're going to see Avenue Q, but she also has a friend who's having a street party on the Sunday, which is 40s themed. I have so far yet to find anywhere or anything which will tell me definitively what the 40s look is, never mind gone out to see if I can find anything suitable, or find anything suitable and cheap. I think I'm going to need shoes for this party. I'm not sure white and pink trainers will cut it.

Also I still need to tidy the flat. It's fine. I just need to put the books on the floor on the bookshelf, the paper on the floor into the drawers, and the paper behind the couch into bags to go to the recycling bins.

Also, I went to see Swan Lake with Chinese acrobats (in the show, not accompanying me), which was great, although I think it might have spoiled me for any other performance of Swan Lake. I will probably be going "But where are the hat jugglers? WHERE ARE THEY?". But it was great. The main ballerina, who was brilliant, danced on tiptoe on the prince's shoulder. And the swan maidens were briefly on rollerskates. I quite want a piece of clothing that is white and has feathers on it now. And possibly sequins. Hmm. And I went to see You Don't Mess With The Zohan. I still don't know quite how I feel about Adam Sandler playing an Israeli soldier/ex-soldier. I could be wrong and he's very, very Jewish, but still. But there was a guy who was playing a Palestinian terrorist who was his arch-nemesis (sort of), and he was crazy and great and cool and funny, in a really exaggerated way of course, but still, and then it turned out it was John Torturro! He's just brilliant, I bever recognise him. Although the fact he was wearing sunglasses and a scarf over his face for a lot of the film probably helped with that in this case. But anyway, I love him. I quite loved Adam Sandler too. Hmm.

I'd also like to go on record saying that the other day when I said I loved the O'Connells, I wasn't including Alex. I'm not crazy.

It is so warm. It is too warm to do anything. I can't believe how warm it is.

( Some blathering about the next few weeks/months )

Anyway. So I'm doing a bit of planning at the moment. And it's very warm.

I keep meaning to post about Cornwall. Essentially the train journey down there was long but lovely, the B&B me and mum stayed in was lovely, we went to the Eden Project, which we both now have annual admission to because we donated our admission and giftaided it rather than paying it. Then we went to Charlestown, a harbour which was nearby, and paddled in the sea, and went to the Shipwreck and Heritage Museum. Then we went to the Lost Gardens of Heligan, which are lovely. Then we went to a small town called Fowey, which is lovely and more interesting than we had time to explore in the morning we were there, because we caught a ferry at midday-ish to another town called Mevagissey, which we had passed through on our way to and from the Lost Gardens of Heligan, and which was also lovely. We spent a good part of the afternoon just sitting in the harbour. We saw a seagull get, open and eat a packet of strawberry sweet sticks as well. Then we had another incredibly long train journey, though not as long as the one going down there, and we were back in Leeds. I didn't get a chance to go to the Jamaica Inn, but it was lovely, I really enjoyed it.

See yas. x

A Poll

In your knowledge/opinion, the Golden Compass movie:

• Using spoilers from the rest of the books in the trilogy?



• Making up extra stuff for their own purposes?

If it's the first one, I may actually have to avoid it, which will be disappointing.


Had flat inspection on Thursday. Didn't get all the cleaning I wanted to done, but it turns out that where things can't be cleaned, wiping is just as effective for a visual test. Sadly not everything could be wiped, but still, they haven't written any angry letters to me yet. And I like the flat being clean. It's amazing how much bigger places look when you hoover the floor. It needs a bit of a dust and the drawers tidying, and a bookcase for the books and stuff on the floor, but other than that I'm quite pleased with it at the moment.

And then last night I went to London to see Interpol play at the Alexandra Palace. I need to update LJ more often I think. ( The gig )

Then I had to get back to Cee's flat by myself at 11 o'clock at night. I had a route all planned out on the buses because I didn't particularly want to take the tube, but after getting a bit lost then finding my bus route again and having three of my buses go by packed with Interpol fans, I decided to sod it and got a bus to the tube station. It turns out the tube is packed at quarter to midnight on Fridays, or at least the ones going to Kings Cross. So it was all fine. And then this morning Cee took me for breakfast, to a lovely place that offered pancakes I failed to take advantage of. And I had a smoothie, though I wasn't expecting the tanginess of the blueberries. Then Cee went off to do some shopping, and I had a wander through Islington. Bought my own Kripy Kremes, and managed to do a bit of Christmas shopping. My schedule for the next few weeks looks like this:

This weekend - Interpol in London
Next weekend - A thing at Newstead Abbey with my parents, briefly
The weekend after - Free
The weekend after that - Last weekend before Christmas, for which I'll have just gone back to my parents

So I need to get a start on it really. Anyway. I came back to Nottingham, and missed my train so had to pay £30 for a new ticket. Which was shitty. But will at least teach me not to miss it again. And I went to see Fred Claus, with my "free" evening. It was a bit beautiful. ( Vaguely spoilery )

And now I'm home, and my mum just called to say my uncle Bill has died. Which is sad. It's sort of strange because I never really saw all that much of him and my aunt's family, or at least not recently, and he's had terminal cancer for a while. But I did see him ocassionally, and know him, and he was only 65. But them's the breaks, I guess. I mostly feel bad for my aunt. I'm going to try to send her a card, I think. Or send it to my mum to give to her. I think she's been prepared for it for a while too, but still.