Friday, January 28, 2005

We're going to check out CAMRA's National Winter Ales Festival tomorrow night - though possibly not from 12 noon to 10:30 PM if we want to recover in time for work on Monday. Hic!

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Two things that annoyed me in the past 24 hours:

When I went to make a deposit at my bank, the teller suddenly hit me with a hard sell for a personal loan. This annoyed me because most people going to the bank are in a rush - and the bank already frequently sends me offers in the post. I'm sorry, but I'm half asleep and I need coffee. Please don't bother me.

And this morning Wogan played a Beautiful South cover of the Zombies' "This will be our year", which was diabolical enough - until he said: "Ah, the Beautiful South. Such great songwriters!" I expect better from you, Terry.

My search about this did lead me to an interesting website though - Second Hand Songs, a covers database.

So exciting I could cry: photos from the set of the upcoming Nathan Barley tv show. The seventh photo is my favourite... thank god for Chris Morris.

Friday, January 14, 2005

We've found a new toy. The bf accidentally discovered that if you text a landline, the message gets converted. Your unsuspecting recipient will hear a little fanfare, the mobile number and then a prim BT womanauton repeats the message.

Why we love it: the service accepts any words, no matter how rude.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

I'm really fed up of of the constant stream of retarded adverts selling sh!t products, starring moronic women marko-babbling about their virtues. Nutri-peptides and poly-ceramides my arse - it's an insult to the intelligence of women everywhere.

On the male side, the equivalent are those "vroom-vroom my razor's a big motorcar" ads...

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Bubble Pop Electric

Happy new year and I hope you all had good holidays. I had a great break, apart from being felled with a nasty flu that's still hanging around. On the plus side this meant we stayed in, snuggled away from the world, and had a dvd marathon that included the 3rd series of 24, Shameless, Spiderman 2, Jimmy Carr and lots of seasonal telly. To actually stop and do nothing for a week felt like the biggest treat in the world, and in that sense I wouldn't change a minute of it. It was a lovely traditional christmas, even with the flu - lots of family time (and I don't know what I'd do without the bf's family, who took me in from day one) good food, friends stopping by and just generally relaxing.

Presents - so many! A sexy Kitchenaid mixer, which I've been pining after for at least 5 years. Kurt Geiger cowboy boots, Creed perfume, some groovy clothes, the Gwen Stefani album, and a big fluffy robe that I practically lived in while I was ill.

I managed to work up the strength to celebrate the new year properly, and we had a brilliant night at the very last Eyes Down at Band On The Wall. The venue won't reopen for two years - but luckily Eyes Down is moving to the Roadhouse. I nicked an ashtray as a souvenir of our favourite venue - we'll miss you while you're gone.

A few days later, I also realised that our mashed NYE barman, who brought you either the wrong drink or a triple (wahey!) and made up your total also played the dreadhead who gets beat up in the first series of Shameless. Things like that are what I love about living in Manchester...

And now I'm back at work - tired and skint - but very, very happy with everything and looking forward to a good year.