Thursday, November 20, 2003

Saw Kill Bill Vol. 1 last night at last - and it was completely fantastic. Those that know me know that I am no fan of gore or excessive violence, but although some scenes made me jump or watch through my fingers, overall it was more of an eloquent epic that happens to be chock full of blood. It's nice to see a film that is meticulously crafted, and with such strong female characters. Uma was amazing! I loved the soundtrack too (even the Zamfir song, yikes!) so I've ordered it - and although quite a few songs were omitted, this fan site has compiled all the missing tracks for your listening pleasure. Ah, t'internet - it so rarely lets you down.

Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Spotted this morning while on the bus to work: the water in the fountain in front of the Town Hall has been dyed red. Ewww. It looked really nasty as it bubbled up at the top - much more Carrie than christmas... Who thought *that* was a good idea?

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Manchester's European christmas markets start on Thursday. I love them because they officially kick off the festive season for me. I'm not into most of the crafts that are for sale, and some of the goodie stalls sell items that you can already get at delis in town for cheaper, but there's nothing more pleasant than going for a german sausage (grilled on a giant, round barbecue) and some mulled wine for your tea after work. Plus, last year Roberts & Co. had a coffee stall there, so I'm hoping it'll be there again. There's also a new "Olde English Market" in the little square behind Sam's Chop House (sort of squished in between Cross Street and St. Ann's Square) that I'll have to check out. Hopefully they'll be selling things like homemade traditional steamed puddings and mince pies, and not just lots of manufactured stuff or Crabtree & Evelyn. Heh.

Monday, November 17, 2003

Wahey, I've managed to update my template at long last. The bf very kindly cleaned up about six gazillion nesting font tags and showed me how to use a CSS style sheet, and now life is much easier. Still have to tinker a bit, but I was going to scream if I had to look at that same old list of records one more time...

Friday, November 14, 2003

Bits and pieces...

Kid Koala

Well, Kid Koala's Short Attention Span Theatre was very good indeed - a completely different kind of show from when I last saw him the other year here in Manchester. Although watching a bunch of DJs in a seated auditorium felt a bit formal at first, after a while I relaxed and just enjoyed the show. Besides Kid Koala, there was DJ Jester, who mixed all my favourite 80s guilty pleasure tunes with more modern beats; Leiderhosen Lucil, whose cod-German-heidi schtick was amusing between songs, but otherwise wasn't my cup of tea; DJ P-Love from NYC, who apparently has a killer jerk chicken recipe; bingo (Kid Koala style) and some seriously twisted but funny animated shorts by KK's friend Monkmus. It was kind of like spending an evening hanging out with your friends, and KK's knack for telling stories in between songs had him holding court from the word go. Plus he has the most insane laugh either - a kind of spooky bleating. And the "girl is mine" battle routine at the end was fantastic. There are still some dates before christmas, so check it out.

(We also saw his in-store at Piccadilly Records earlier in the day - a short but sweet set, but nice to see him in action up close...)

And otherwise...

In other news, the bf took one step closer to local celebdom when he was quoted in this week's City Life feature on... Meatloaf. Yes, it's unusual that the worlds of 60s dub reggae and the 'Loaf should meet, but hey, it's about time. I was very excited to see his quote right above Mike Joyce's, too.

Quiet night in with pizza, wine, Eastenders, Will and Grace and the new Peter Kay live dvd tonight... it's foul out today anyhow, but just pacing ourselves for Friends and Family tomorrow night too. Guest DJ is Rob Smith, he of mid-90s Bristol sound pioneering fame... should be good.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

Got two sp@m emails flogging vi@gra this morning in my yahoo account which had "You forgot your coat" and "You forgot your umbrella" as the subject lines - sneaky! Obviously going for a different tactic now that "Hi! Remember me?" isn't convincing anyone anymore...

Event of the week: hopefully seeing Kid Koala at the Zion Centre on Thursday...

Thursday, November 06, 2003

"What's fun about watching a zillion stupid-looking flying robots blow up for like seven hours while people (straight-faced) recite insipid cliches and do that war-movie yell? I hate the war-movie yell."

-- ILE post re: Matrix Revolutions today as the first reviews trickle in.

[minor spoilers p.s.] To be fair, it wasn't unwatchable - but it was seriously hindered by some cheesefest dialogue. It also lacked any majorly exciting fight and/or escape/driving scenes, which at least Reloaded had - and it felt rushed. Also, just say no to endings with pretty sunrises created by a child who is supposedly the last Exile, although we never find out exactly what that means!

The fish curry I made last night, on the other hand, was completely brilliant.

If you're not sure what to do tonight, I'd suggest the latter coupled with Eastenders. Mmmm, Nigel Harman.

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

Feel a bit... pfffffffft and sad. Grey skies, post-holiday I guess.

I really, *really* need to get my pc at home up and running again, so I can correct/update my template - yeesh. It just seems so ungainly next to the lovely silvery slimline mac laptop the bf has, especially the clunky ol' monitor, that I've lost all love for it. I know, I know, I should have bought a mac in the first place...old habits die hard.

Fun stuff planned though; we're going to try (try being the operative word) to see the new Matrix film tonight. And there's Quantic Soul Orchestra at Band on the Wall tomorrow night, and Eyes Down at Band on the Wall (again!) on Saturday night. Yay.

Monday, November 03, 2003

Why hello there. I've been in France, on my first holiday in aaaages. The days before I flew out went something like this:

Thursday: Usual mad last day at work before a holiday, making sure you leave everything perfect so your desk won't be a nightmare when you get back. Ran home to meet bf at train station so we could pick up a car rental to move my stuff from the old flat. Leave Piccadilly Station at about 5:30 and realise we have no idea where easyCar actually is. 20 minutes later we are still wandering around and I'm starting to a) feel guilty for making the bf tramp around in the dark after work and b) panic. Eventually we discover it's vaguely at the address we had, as in it's actually on the 5th floor of an NCP car park and barely signposted. The guy at the counter looked like Chris Cooper's character from Adaptation, too. Get in car, get somewhat carsick from the constant left turns to get out of the car park and pull out, only to realise there's basically no petrol in the tank, and no petrol station nearby either - such is Manchester city centre. Although you'd think they'd remind you of this when you pick up the car, and maybe suggest the nearest places... but no. (Later, I find out that it's easyCar's policy to provide your rental with no petrol. Never rent from them. Ever. Please.) Make a mad dash for the nearest petrol station I can think of - we're knackered already and haven't moved so much as a box. But three car trips and one thank-you meal later, it was all done.

Friday: Spend day trying to make my stuff somehow disappear into the new flat, with a suprising amount of success. Rush off for one of those 60 second spray tans. I'm instructed to strip, layer loads of barrier cream on my nails and wear a hairnet. And did you know you have to stand like John Wayne with your arms bent, a bit like the zombie dance in Thriller? Not for the claustrophobic, either - the booth is very small and it did take my breath away when the room suddenly filled with spray. (It does work though... )

Get home and make us a celebratory post-move pre-holiday meal. Start to drink nice bottles of chardonnay. Get fairly merry. Decide to break open the tequila. Uh oh. Bleurgh. I can't remember the last time that happened!

Saturday: rush to airport, hungover and fragile. So much so that I have a Burger King chicken burger before we board, forgetting that it's 10:30 am. Never mind!

And then it was off to Nice, to take in the sights of Antibes, Juan Les Pins, Cannes and Monaco for a week. Highlights: the mad wealth of Monaco, where we walked around gaping at the gorgeous houses and yachts, and had a go at the roulette table at Monte Carlo; seeing some cheesy German popstar making a cheap video in the pedestrian market in Cannes (for Eurovision next year, perhaps?); and of course, a lazy day spent enjoying the sun on the balcony of our apartment, which overlooked the sea and had a fine view of the coast. Bliss.