It has just occured to me that I could really go for Pizza right now.
By pizza, I do not mean the bland stuff at University but the real, New Yawk stuff. The suff where it is impossible to lift with one hand. Where cheese cascades over it like a gooey, calciumated Victoria falls. Which has bits of meat that came from about thirty animals (not all the same breed). And also vegetables that have gone slightly crunchy after sitting under hot lights for a couple of hours.
The odd thing is, it's more of an impulse than a craving (it occured to me, like, 5 minutes ago). It's like my love for Jolly Ranchers or Grapes. However, why have finger food when you eat pieces of pizza bigger than your head?
Monday, 3 September 2007
Monday, 20 August 2007
Clueless
I am watching a Greenday video. Okay, this isn't new. Apart from the fact that they have packaged themselves as a marketable commodity to the 'rebel without a clue' teenage market (I mean, Greenday jewellry in Claire's accessories? It's about as rebellious as filling in a Big Brother application form), they aren't bad. I rather admire their Blokey eyeliner, partly as I imagine if they did it themselves or if they got their wives to do it for them.
For their videos, they now have to pixellate the images of them smoking. This makes them all look like they have a horrible STD.
For their videos, they now have to pixellate the images of them smoking. This makes them all look like they have a horrible STD.
Monday, 2 July 2007
Concert Etiquette
To Whom It May Concern,
Sir, I believe you are drunk. Yes, it may be the end of the year and are well enclined to do what you choose in these times of intoxicating (in more ways than one) freedom, but please pay attention to the Etiquette and manners that are unspoken in times of being in a crowd, namely Moshing.
1. If you wish to get to the front of the crowd, doing the following is not acceptable:
Sir, I believe you are drunk. Yes, it may be the end of the year and are well enclined to do what you choose in these times of intoxicating (in more ways than one) freedom, but please pay attention to the Etiquette and manners that are unspoken in times of being in a crowd, namely Moshing.
1. If you wish to get to the front of the crowd, doing the following is not acceptable:
- Forcing your way through holding a cigarette,
- Forcing your way through holding a precarious looking plastic pintglass of something that may just be pee. However, since Murphy Law states that you never, see someone filling up a bottle with their pee in a concert setting, it could just well be Carling.
Pouring a drink down a girls's top and nearly burning them with your cigarette does not make you sexy, shows you up to be a moron and wins you no friends.
2. As hard as it is to believe, Moshing requires you to jump about with a lot of people in a small space. On average you could probably fit 30 moshers into the area the size of a toilet cubicle. Therefore, if someone says that they can not move forward due to the sheer mass of drunk, squashed people in front of them, it would do them best to believe them and try and make your way to the front of the moshing another way. They say that you should never underestimate the stupidity of men in groups-how about the stupidity of a man who thinks that they can defy the laws of physics and ran their way to a front like a snow plough with a drink in hand? As well as pouring your drink down your writer's top, you will have her praying that it wasn't pee in that cup. Ramming will result in everyone getting thrown forwards, crushing the legs of the ones in front and again will win you no friends.
Not apologising for sending your fellow moshers-or moshettes-flying as you try to re-enact the parting of the Red Sea is just plain rude.
3. Try and figure out why you are so desperate to get to the front. If you are there to see your favourite band in the entire world, then there is justification in trying to get to the front. If you are watching a decent tribute act but with a frontman that looks like Freddie Mercury if he ate all the pies, then why do you care about getting to the front? No-one will say that your moment of jumping onto the stage with a Tribute Act was the highlight of your evening.
4. There is a reason why people in a crowd will dance with their hands in the air. Okay, it may result in your BO being smelt by all and sundry, but that way more people can see the act and crowd in together. No-one wants to see your breakdancing, so do not dance by ramming your elbows into the back of the people behind you.
5. Do not scream/squeal if you are next to someone's ear.
6. Think before you stage dive and try to ride on top of the crowd. Jumping off the stage on to the top of a girl who is about 5' 2" and breaking her nose will ruin the concert for her.
Admittedly, at the gig I went to, 6 did not happen, but I was amazed at how many people wanted to act like idiots just to hear a tribute act sing 'One Vision' by Queen.
Sunday, 24 June 2007
PC Brigade
So, okay, it has been pointed out to me that my view on iD cards are worng, and this I accept. I guess it's because I still think the best of people, and think that ID cards won't change anything. Then again, there is a solid difference between what I think should happen and what the rest of the World does.
For example, my mind believes that Common Sense is pretty common. However, working with the General Public has disproved that one...
What I wanted to do was start this post a couple of days so I could use the news sources to back it up, but keeping up House and reading up on mines kept on getting in the way. I had thought up something once I had read that Bernard Manning had died. Bernard Manning can be best described through this article on Wikipedia -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_Manning. I would by lying if I said that I thought this guy was funny. If anything, I found his content distasteful with all of its 'traditional' terms for racial groups and his Sexist jokes about Women. He may have been a nce guy-he was well known for his charity work-but I pesonally would never have sat through any of his stuff willingly.
Now, if I had gotten round to writing this there would have been a link to the discussion on Bernard Manning from the BBC News 'Have Your Say' element of the website. Most of the opinions that feature usually range from the liberal bias to the downright loopy-as-a-fruitbat right wingers who are convinced that nothing good in Britain has been achieved since Maragaret Thatcher left office in 1990. Anyway, they had a discussion on Bernard Manning, and it made me laugh and cringe. As well as the 'I find him funny and I have lots of different friends' comments (to which I say 'why do you need to state this?'), there were continual references to the 'PC Brigade' that was in someway destroying the country. Like there was a secret army of people who only come out at night and deliberetly make life hard by, say, hiding your soap. Does it involve uniforms and sashes or something? If so, can I join?
For example, my mind believes that Common Sense is pretty common. However, working with the General Public has disproved that one...
What I wanted to do was start this post a couple of days so I could use the news sources to back it up, but keeping up House and reading up on mines kept on getting in the way. I had thought up something once I had read that Bernard Manning had died. Bernard Manning can be best described through this article on Wikipedia -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernard_Manning. I would by lying if I said that I thought this guy was funny. If anything, I found his content distasteful with all of its 'traditional' terms for racial groups and his Sexist jokes about Women. He may have been a nce guy-he was well known for his charity work-but I pesonally would never have sat through any of his stuff willingly.
Now, if I had gotten round to writing this there would have been a link to the discussion on Bernard Manning from the BBC News 'Have Your Say' element of the website. Most of the opinions that feature usually range from the liberal bias to the downright loopy-as-a-fruitbat right wingers who are convinced that nothing good in Britain has been achieved since Maragaret Thatcher left office in 1990. Anyway, they had a discussion on Bernard Manning, and it made me laugh and cringe. As well as the 'I find him funny and I have lots of different friends' comments (to which I say 'why do you need to state this?'), there were continual references to the 'PC Brigade' that was in someway destroying the country. Like there was a secret army of people who only come out at night and deliberetly make life hard by, say, hiding your soap. Does it involve uniforms and sashes or something? If so, can I join?
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Maypole Dancer's Support Group
Near us over the weekend was a Fete in a small village near us. Because taking a Saturday off work is a novelty to me thanks to work, I tagged along. It was only once we were in a car that I realised I hadn't been to one in years. Even then, I had only really been to the same one so I couldn't call myself an authority on them, but I liked the idea of visiting one, as I used to run riot at them as a kid.
A Fete, in case you don't know, is one of those traditional English things that is likely never to disappear as long as people live in the countryside and people feel nostalgic. There are stalls full of Cakes and Booze, usually surrounding and facing inwards towards a village green. There are traditional games-skittles usually-a beer tent, some tea stalls and a raffle which looks like all of the best bits from a harvest festival on a very small table.
Needless to say, this one was very traditional and was therefore very good. It had loads of plants and jams and we ended up drinking tea out of Ancient WI mugs. What amazed me though was the Maypole.
The Maypole I danced around must have the bane of my Primary School Teacher's life. For at least a month we had it set up in a playgorund and we would spend an hour dancing around it hand in hand in a giant circle. The songs we had to dance all sounded like sailor's hornpipes and I spent most of the time standing in the middle, as at least four of us helped to balance it on each side/hold the ribbons. I can remember it being a very old white plank that seemed enormous to me-like the size of a 2 storey house. The ropes were old and faded and I can remember that at least once or twice it actually broke during the performance.
It occured to me that apart from other family members, Morris dances I have had to sit through (just how did the Scottish get the fun dances, the Irish get the money making dancing and the English end up with men with bells, beards and hitting planks of wood together?), seeing the little kids at this Fete was the only other example of the dances I have seen. I was suprised-the pole seemed tiny compared to what I can remember dancing around.
And now on an unrelated note-Just how cool is the Master on the new Doctor Who?!
A Fete, in case you don't know, is one of those traditional English things that is likely never to disappear as long as people live in the countryside and people feel nostalgic. There are stalls full of Cakes and Booze, usually surrounding and facing inwards towards a village green. There are traditional games-skittles usually-a beer tent, some tea stalls and a raffle which looks like all of the best bits from a harvest festival on a very small table.
Needless to say, this one was very traditional and was therefore very good. It had loads of plants and jams and we ended up drinking tea out of Ancient WI mugs. What amazed me though was the Maypole.
The Maypole I danced around must have the bane of my Primary School Teacher's life. For at least a month we had it set up in a playgorund and we would spend an hour dancing around it hand in hand in a giant circle. The songs we had to dance all sounded like sailor's hornpipes and I spent most of the time standing in the middle, as at least four of us helped to balance it on each side/hold the ribbons. I can remember it being a very old white plank that seemed enormous to me-like the size of a 2 storey house. The ropes were old and faded and I can remember that at least once or twice it actually broke during the performance.
It occured to me that apart from other family members, Morris dances I have had to sit through (just how did the Scottish get the fun dances, the Irish get the money making dancing and the English end up with men with bells, beards and hitting planks of wood together?), seeing the little kids at this Fete was the only other example of the dances I have seen. I was suprised-the pole seemed tiny compared to what I can remember dancing around.
And now on an unrelated note-Just how cool is the Master on the new Doctor Who?!
Friday, 15 June 2007
Angelina Jolie and all that Jazz
Since the last time I updated this lovely blog, I have done the following:
*Knitted a Duck. Only recently I learnt how to knit from my friend Beck.
Relaxing hobby my arse-at first I could barely hold the needles and spent most of my time trying to act reserved when I previously screaming at balls of yarn. There was some knack to it that I couldn't understand-I would watch Beck knit and couldn't figure out how she could do it so fast or stay relaxed as she did so while I ended up with a bit of wool not unlike a slug with holes in.
I stuck at it as I like talking to Beck-previously I didn't see her very often-and it was something that I really wanted to do. Learning to knit is one of those skills that I knew could come in useful one day, plus I have always had a secret admiration for people who can make stuff with their hands. In truth, I wanted to be one of those people. There is also the fact that I am a constant fidgeter-I always need to be at least planning to do something-and the idea of just doing continual motions and creating something out of nothing sort of rocks in its own way.
One day, I believe after I had studied Abraham Lincoln or at least something to do with America, the knitting clicked and I found myself making stuff that I felt proud of. Okay, so the phone covers I have made so far do not look exactly like any convential phone covers (and I am developing hard skin by my nails because of the continual poking of the steel needles) but finally finishing the stuff I have been making this term was my biggest accomplishments. I am stupidly proud of my duck in much the same manner that people would design really ornate cover sheets for science projects during my GCSEs.
Apart from the said exams I nearly burnt myself out getting through.
Thus I might turn this blog into a sort of knitting blog, so I can at least put pictures up of what I have made so far.
*Become Green. Maybe its the constant advertising by evil conglominates (I don't care about the spelling right now as I'm knackered) or the fact that I have been more smoothies to stave of the ever present threat of Student related scurvy, but I have suddenly become interested in Environmentalism. This is not to say that I have led a life up to this moment in pure bliss and ignorance about the effect of rubbish, but it is a reaction to what I see as the implausibility of some of the stuff we are expected to do. I'm going to see if I can make some changes to my habits and maybe write about them on here, but only if they become interesting. I'm not going to write about a neurose for recycling if it doesn't involve a wacky adventure of somekind.
*Laughed at Celebrities. Hence the mention of Angelina Jolie.
*Seriously considered wearing a skirt in this humid heat.
*Watched Pirates of the Carribbean 3. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, but then I had been to the pub. I got annoyed by the singing kid at the beginning wearing braces and it was near incomprehensible, but I would pay Johnny Depp to run like Jack Sparrow in all of his movies.
*Finished exams. It feels strange to have a to-do list that begins with 'get out of bed before noon' instead of a list of work to be getting on with. I'm enjoying it while it lasts.
Y'see, I can do less ranty.
*Knitted a Duck. Only recently I learnt how to knit from my friend Beck.
Relaxing hobby my arse-at first I could barely hold the needles and spent most of my time trying to act reserved when I previously screaming at balls of yarn. There was some knack to it that I couldn't understand-I would watch Beck knit and couldn't figure out how she could do it so fast or stay relaxed as she did so while I ended up with a bit of wool not unlike a slug with holes in.
I stuck at it as I like talking to Beck-previously I didn't see her very often-and it was something that I really wanted to do. Learning to knit is one of those skills that I knew could come in useful one day, plus I have always had a secret admiration for people who can make stuff with their hands. In truth, I wanted to be one of those people. There is also the fact that I am a constant fidgeter-I always need to be at least planning to do something-and the idea of just doing continual motions and creating something out of nothing sort of rocks in its own way.
One day, I believe after I had studied Abraham Lincoln or at least something to do with America, the knitting clicked and I found myself making stuff that I felt proud of. Okay, so the phone covers I have made so far do not look exactly like any convential phone covers (and I am developing hard skin by my nails because of the continual poking of the steel needles) but finally finishing the stuff I have been making this term was my biggest accomplishments. I am stupidly proud of my duck in much the same manner that people would design really ornate cover sheets for science projects during my GCSEs.
Apart from the said exams I nearly burnt myself out getting through.
Thus I might turn this blog into a sort of knitting blog, so I can at least put pictures up of what I have made so far.
*Become Green. Maybe its the constant advertising by evil conglominates (I don't care about the spelling right now as I'm knackered) or the fact that I have been more smoothies to stave of the ever present threat of Student related scurvy, but I have suddenly become interested in Environmentalism. This is not to say that I have led a life up to this moment in pure bliss and ignorance about the effect of rubbish, but it is a reaction to what I see as the implausibility of some of the stuff we are expected to do. I'm going to see if I can make some changes to my habits and maybe write about them on here, but only if they become interesting. I'm not going to write about a neurose for recycling if it doesn't involve a wacky adventure of somekind.
*Laughed at Celebrities. Hence the mention of Angelina Jolie.
*Seriously considered wearing a skirt in this humid heat.
*Watched Pirates of the Carribbean 3. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, but then I had been to the pub. I got annoyed by the singing kid at the beginning wearing braces and it was near incomprehensible, but I would pay Johnny Depp to run like Jack Sparrow in all of his movies.
*Finished exams. It feels strange to have a to-do list that begins with 'get out of bed before noon' instead of a list of work to be getting on with. I'm enjoying it while it lasts.
Y'see, I can do less ranty.
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Annoyed
I'm trying to work what has pissed me off more today. It is either the fact that the milk that I brought from a shop today had gone off so badly it had gone fizzy that I have no chance of being able to bring back as they will deny I brought it there without a receipt (because it's milk!), or people who don't say 'please' or 'thank you'. Thinking about it, the second one has pissed me off slightly more, as I think it is common courtesy to actually recognise that someone has done you a favour. I only spent 69p on the milk, and I could probably turn it into some kind of lovely metaphor for what I think about that certain institution if I felt like it. Then again, it is 69p that I could have spent on... oh, how about fresh milk!
I think this week is going slower because of the exams and the grey skies in May. Oh well, it feels like I have extra time to revise and knit.
I think this week is going slower because of the exams and the grey skies in May. Oh well, it feels like I have extra time to revise and knit.
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