August 29th, 2005


it's autumn now

And the sky has burnt to that perfect robins-egg blue. Not a cloud in the sky; and the crazy Russians next door are having a barbecue for the fifth night running (I'm assuming they had one on Saturday, too -- I was out). The sun has caught in a window across the street and I'm typing washed in golden night.

I was feeling a bit low after the excitements of entertaining and smashing swans and drinking retsina so after attempting (futiley) to return some sunglasses I wandered off to find if there's solace for a hungover heart in Cowley Shopping Centre.

Turned out the view from the top of the multistory carpark was awesome, and that someone had just donated their torchsong collection to the British Heart Foundation shop, so, one £15 shopping spree later, I was home, listening to Shirley Bassey, Petula Clarke, Lisa Minelli ...

Looks like Shirley Bassey's The Lady is a Tramp isn't the one I love so much, after all. If it's the one from the Disney film I'm going to be so embarassed.
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    coming second - elbow

obsolete media as art-form

obsolete media as art-form Been a busy weekend; friday night divided between down pub with Dan "Livejournal is boring" Jennihousemate and a friend's (concourse + brother Ben = lum col con pix) record launch. As in a hunk of (transparent, pressed in NZ, incredibly-limited-edition) vinyl. All the covers are individually hand-collaged, too. The music's stuff I've got on green CD and enjoy working to (soothing abstract turntable collage) so I should probably buy a copy. I might've done at the gig, but there weren't many there ... it was a bit of an odd sort of record launch, really; I missed the start as they were on first, there was no table from the label, and the two other bands weren't remotely in the genre. This is Seb, a friend of the band, flashing his professional seller's smile. You can buy the record and/or listen to the music at; and clicking on next from the picture of Seb will take you to another nine photos. See how I sing for my supper.

On Saturday went to London for an embryonic London comics meet (Sean Azzopardi's brainchild -- drop us a comment if you want to know about the next one) and got sidetracked by Selfridges. I went in because I couldn't believe they already had their christmas shop up and promptly got mugged by a new camera. I am weak, I am foolish, etc. etc.

On Sunday, I got smashed and smashed a swan. Smashing.
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    fosca - supine on the astro-turf