I'm moving...

Bye x.

Dorset Biscuits...

Mr C bought some biscuits back from his latest Highcliffe sojourn - They're quite lovely, Dorset produce with a big picture of Corfe Castle on the front (I awarded myself an extra one for geographical knowledge) Which reminds me of my latest coincidence...

Talking to N on Friday night I told her about how I used to spend my childhood holidays in Dorset...

'So did I', she said, 'Whereabouts..?' I asked. 

'Swanage', she said, 'Caravan..?' I asked, sensing something odd

'Yes', she said, 'Which site..?' I asked, weirdly excited that this purely cosmic alignment was of some importance. Which it isn't...

'Ullwell Cottage' she said , 'Oh, funny... me too!' I said...

Her parents still go down there.

Submarine

We watched Richard Ayoade's Submarine last night...

It is a beautiful film, funny, knowing with crystal clear dialog that delights from the start and never lets up. It's a story of growing up/coming of age where the children are the complex important characters and the adults are the two dimensional cardboard cutouts that one sees adults as when we are children...

The mysterious N is on the train winding its way to London now and I am, for the time being left, with memories... good ones, silly ones, poignant ones.

Norman the Wheel's cat, the winning smiles and the poor fox I ran over :(

rip Dan & Marco.
  

Fram...

A lovely but short day. Talking up to 6 then getting up for the red button... Impressive pasta and general level of domestic ability have gone down well. Drinking wine and listening to suede. #fun #nice #sat

Je suis fatigay...

After all the words I used up last night and this morning I think I'm allowed a day off blogging!

We are going to the big city tonight for fun and laughs - Can't wait :-)

Adding n to x...

Just another day of getting up having a shower feeding the bloody cat feeding next doors fish driving to work doing work having lunch etc. etc.

Ensconced up here, above the calm north sea I squint and pretend I can see Holland and its 57 cricket pitches (amongst other things) - I can't though. I can see the speck that is Sealand. There are no cricket pitches there. In fact there is not much there at all - Just some rust and ladders and some old broadcasting equipment.

I should imagine that Sealand flouts almost all office clichés... There would be plenty of dull moments and I think being mad is not one of the prerequisites for a job there - quite the opposite. you wouldn't want somebody flipping their wig out there on a metal island in the sea either - good idea for a film though - bit Dead Calm meets The Shining. Cheap budget though...

How much time has that filled up?

Frivolity...

Me+cat+diehard+balalaika = WINNING.

x

Clean Clean Clean...

I have a beautiful new office with a panoramic view of the North Sea - ~Somebody fucked up on the lighting though and we all have Bee and Poo standard lamps that @ this time of night cast a romantic glow over the office - it is not very business like, in fact it looks rather like a tart's boudoir...

Having said that, I don't think I have ever been in any kind of boudoir in my life, let alone a tart's one... mind you, who, apart from a tart would have a boudoir? a quick google later and I see that apparently a set of photos in boudoir style are becoming quite fashionable for the bride to be on her wedding day... I wonder if they have to borrow it off a tart though?

Anyway, I digest, something will have to be done about the lights... with this level romantic lighting I can see trouble ahead - it would be fun to speculate who in the office would succomb, but in reality there is no one, so I wont.

Lagos flight booked - that should be exciting!

Anyway, must go home and clean up - you just never know who's going to turn up do you? ;-)

Date highlights...

Apart from the obvious the highlight was how the ice was broken... I turned up dead on time and was complemented on doing so... But I added that getting to soho had been no mean feat considering the engineering works and coaches and tubes I'd had to endure, so much so in fact that I hadn't even managed to find out how Colchester had got on...
N replied ' I kept an eye out for you... they drew two two, you went two up but Okunghue got sent off after 30 mins then it was backs to the wall but eventually Rochdale got it back level', top date!
Funniest moment was saying goodbye @ Charing Cross, we had a nice 'cinematic embrace' with confirmations that this would happen again, we parted and I headed down a short flight of steps... The underground entrance was shut! The trouble was I didn't want to head straight back up and bump into N again and ruin the quite lovely goodbye, so I had to stand around down there for a bit and then sneak back up, hoping I was alone... Luckily I was!
Other funny moment, being in an incredibly sophisticated soho gay bar and seeing everybody in the place glued to the massive screens showing the X factor...

Sonic Death!

fb pm from pm...

So now the Gordon-Moore's have split up :-(

No more Sonic Youth? Does that really matter? After 30 years of making music there's probably enough out there to keep us entertained and new stuff wasn't hitting the highs of the past if I'm honest.

Anyway, I will miss them dearly, and will remember how they got me through my later teenage years with Sister  and Daydream Nation and how I made DAMN sure the last song I listened to before the last two transplants was a Youth song. It was off sister both times. Dancing to 'Superstar' all those years ago. Going through an entire Reading festival to watch them on the last night...

Oh well....