Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Sheesh, suddenly it's 11 days since my last post. I swear my brain enters this weird vortex every so often where I don't use my computer for anything more than checking my email and reading the crappy advice columns at the Toronto Star.

Which is pretty funny considering we now have THREE computers in our little flat. My ungainly PC (made slightly cooler by Windows XP), the bf's mac laptop and our new baby, a lovely eMac with OSX. The plan is to only use the eMac for music, which is going very well - although it came with Tony Hawk Proskater 4...

So we're off to London on Friday for a bizarre birthday party hosted by a goth, and then back on Saturday to enjoy the rest of the long weekend in Manchester. There's a soul allnighter at the CIS New Century Hall on Sunday night that I've been invited to, which is also quite weird - corporate finance and northern soul. Wahey.

Friday, May 14, 2004

Winding down for the weekend - there are several bottles of good white wine with my name on them just waiting to be downed. But first:

One of my volunteers asked me to take a parcel to the post office. I noticed that there was no post code on it, so I offered to look it up on the (actually quite useful) Royal Mail online postcode finder.

"Oh no, don't! My gran hates postcodes - she doesn't believe in them. We're not allowed to send her anything with it written on..."

Ah, grans and their lovely funny ways. Mine refused to give up smoking when she moved into a supported senior's flat - and she set off the smoke alarms week after week by smoking in her loo. She was known to alternately give $100 or shoe laces for christmas, and she would travel miles on the bus to buy milk for 50 cents cheaper than her local store. I miss her.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night at last, and it was even better than I'd expected. It's a perfect mix of all things bittersweet, fragile, funny and melancholy that pushed all the right buttons. Miles better than Adaptation, too.

I'm now listening to the new Troubleman (aka Mark Pritchard) album, which is totally wonderful. Think bossanova-laced soul with pulsing beats and beautiful female vocals - the perfect soundtrack for spring. We went to see Mark DJ at Eyes Down on Saturday, and he was brilliant - I highly recommend checking him out if he's appearing near you. He's in Brighton on the 15th, Fabric/London on 19th May and will also be appearing at the Big Chill in August. Which, I hope, we'll be going to as well.

This cd has made us really want our new music toys to arrive though... eeeek!

Monday, May 10, 2004

Ugh. New Blogger... not so good. Maybe I just have to get used to it.

Anyhooo... went to see Derren Brown last night. It was excellent, marred only occasionally by the difficulties of working such subtle techniques in such a large venue.

There were lots of chances to get picked to take part, and the bf found himself standing up as a potential participant for a memory stunt involving Derren memorising the entire Manchester Central phone book. He was second to be quizzed, I think - and it went something like this:

Derren: What's your name/surname?
BF: Xxx Xxxxxx.
Derren: And your initial as it would be in the phone book?
BF: X.
Derren: OK, and what's your street?
BF: Err, well it's Flat XXX and XX Name Street... (darn complicated address)
Derren: I don't know that one... wait - is the street number 51?
BF: No, it's XX.
Derren: No, sorry - either I've forgotten it or you're probably not in the phone book. Sorry. (moves on)

Now, I felt badly for the bf because I knew he was definitely in there - I'd seen the entry myself ages ago. The number 51 kept jumping around in my head, too. And then in the interval, as the bf enjoyed a little tub of ice cream, I remembered something.

"Didn't you tell me once that there is an alternate address for our building? One that no one uses?"

The bf said there was, but we couldn't remember it there and then. He did think he was probably just under our usual address, but it was worth checking. So once we got home, he went straight for the phone book, and there it was. Xxxxxx, X. 51 Xxxxxx Street, Manchester 0161 xxx-xxxx.

Cool. Stupid BT for screwing up the bf's chance to be part of the show, though...

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

I thought Carol Vorderman was bad enough as Cher on Stars in Their Eyes...

Oooh back to work, what's that all about?

We had a very nice bank holiday weekend, apart from the hangover from hell that plagued us on Sunday after a drunken evening the night before at Cord. It was one of those weird things where we didn't plan on getting particularly lashed, but we were already in a good mood from a nice meal at the newly opened Bluu. So the lure of good music (Eyes Down djs) and a surprisingly uncrowded Cord (which is often packed with annoying 80s-esque northern quarter types) persuaded us to go for it.

So Sunday wasn't pretty, but somehow we found ourselves at Dawson's ordering quantities of toys to make music with. New eMac, Logic Pro 6 and other bits & pieces we'll need to make recording much, much easier - which we hope will mean we'll finally get a lot more done. We have various unfinished songs floating around because we'd hit a technical brick wall that made it too complicated to actually finish anything. (nb: I've also since discovered that I am a NF songwriting personality type, which means I need to brainstorm ideas and then allow them to incubate, rather than trying to finish something all at once - which makes a lot of sense and makes me feel less pressured. (Pressure I've put on myself of course... all part of my type!)

We tried to go to the Friends & Family bbq on Sunday evening, but woozy heads and annoying students had us returning home after just an hour. Getting old!!

Luckily we felt much more ourselves on Monday, and our friend Trev persuaded us to take in a few pints at our favourite local, the Marble Arch on Rochdale Road. It was fitting to enjoy our last day of freedom sampling their lovely own-brew ales such as Heavy Chocolate and Ginger and admiring the original decor. There's something infinitely soothing about the pale green and brown tiles and slanting floor, all left intact from its early days and an honest example of a turn of the century Ancoats pub.

Today, back to the grind after a training day in Liverpool yesterday. It might be raining, and we've just heard about a student stabbed 13 times at an intersection just two blocks from my office (great!) but I'm having a nice chilled day all things considered. My manager bought me a lovely bouquet of lilies and birds of paradise (my favourite) to say thank you for sticking it out for the past year... can't believe I've been here that long!