The weekend starts on Thursday. You know in your heart that it's true.
Lunchtime Thursday I let Work Experience Lass go off to Pizza Hut with her mother, while I tried and failed to go into Avid Records, which is closing very soon. I don't honestly know what to do. Should I set a budget? Go mad? Forget about it for the week it'll take to go away? Instead I went to the market where a lady with a huge furry hat sold me four antique cocktail picks for £1 each. There's probably lead in the silver, but I expect they will only see ritual use.
Strange moment on Friday; a woman walking across the Pelican crossings below my office window, singing a sing-song made-up song, like toddlers do, do you remember? About what they're doing, and what they're seeing and how they they're feeling. All the people around her ignoring her as best they could. I couldn't hear too well from three stories up but she seemed angry, with someone or something.
Saturday at the bookshop, Jen the manager told me she'd seen us going home the night before. Actually, I think the word she used was "reeling" but as it had been at some time well past three she was hardly on the moral high ground. I had been dancing, but not reeling, at a really good Halloween club night consisting of Digitonal rescoring The Shining and (in the oh god I can't quite believe this is happening zone) a fantastically freaky horror/guitars/monster audio-visual set from Hexstatic. Sheer wonderfulness with masks on.
While I was getting the puddings in after Sunday lunch at The Radcliffe Arms (
littlegreenboat was in town and needed lunchings) the barman said he would serve me but only if he could plug me in; I smiled and replied, "I glow under UV." Some days, dressing up is its own reward. White Horse is rather nice beer, too. Which makes me wonder; is there a god of beer, as Bacchus/Dionysis is god of wine? Ran into an unexpected friendset (concourse, ginger_princess + 2 lj refuseniks) but they were all in a shit mood after their boiler broke just as they got back from a Halloween party the night before. Washing out fake blood in cold water = no fun.
Lunchtime Thursday I let Work Experience Lass go off to Pizza Hut with her mother, while I tried and failed to go into Avid Records, which is closing very soon. I don't honestly know what to do. Should I set a budget? Go mad? Forget about it for the week it'll take to go away? Instead I went to the market where a lady with a huge furry hat sold me four antique cocktail picks for £1 each. There's probably lead in the silver, but I expect they will only see ritual use.
Strange moment on Friday; a woman walking across the Pelican crossings below my office window, singing a sing-song made-up song, like toddlers do, do you remember? About what they're doing, and what they're seeing and how they they're feeling. All the people around her ignoring her as best they could. I couldn't hear too well from three stories up but she seemed angry, with someone or something.
Saturday at the bookshop, Jen the manager told me she'd seen us going home the night before. Actually, I think the word she used was "reeling" but as it had been at some time well past three she was hardly on the moral high ground. I had been dancing, but not reeling, at a really good Halloween club night consisting of Digitonal rescoring The Shining and (in the oh god I can't quite believe this is happening zone) a fantastically freaky horror/guitars/monster audio-visual set from Hexstatic. Sheer wonderfulness with masks on.
While I was getting the puddings in after Sunday lunch at The Radcliffe Arms (
littlegreenboat was in town and needed lunchings) the barman said he would serve me but only if he could plug me in; I smiled and replied, "I glow under UV." Some days, dressing up is its own reward. White Horse is rather nice beer, too. Which makes me wonder; is there a god of beer, as Bacchus/Dionysis is god of wine? Ran into an unexpected friendset (concourse, ginger_princess + 2 lj refuseniks) but they were all in a shit mood after their boiler broke just as they got back from a Halloween party the night before. Washing out fake blood in cold water = no fun. - Current Mood:displacing
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How the hell is Emma, anyway? I fear I never returned her call which was a return of my call a while back; I hope she'll forgive me.
I also like spontaneous singing, but this lady was not singing a happy song.
Say hi to Emma for me.
Secondly: I was in a really good mood, as I'd had a grand productive little morning, including fixing said boiler. Which has broken this evening in identical fashion, but that's by the by.
However, I couldn't agree more about the Friday night - was a proper stunner. Will you be a regular peepshow companion? And perhaps Tom Middleton on Nov 11th, though it will be a bit more conventional.. I went linkhunting but the zodiac don't seem to have anything interesting to say about it.
"Regular Peepshow Companion" sounds like it'll look good on my CV. Seriously, yes. What a good night. Not altogether aware of Tom Middleton's oeuvre but a bit of googling suggests obscuro mash-ups which sounds like fun.
I can lend you a Tom Middleton 3cd DJ mix if you like. I'd offer to burn it for you but it would go to the back of a substantial queue.
(thinks: should really check out the drum and bass night 'source' as well.. all this is long overdue.)
In fact it has been suggested by historians that Dionysus, the wine-god of Greek mythology, was actually a superimposition of Dionysis, the beer-god from pre-historic times.
http://www.fosters.com.au/enjoy/beer/history_of_beer.htm
Hmmm, looks like there are some variant spelling around:
Ninkasi, Sumerian goddess of Wine, 'Lady Horn-Face' Ninkasi - Goddess of strong drink. She was created by Ninhursag to heal Enki's ailing mouth, after he had eaten her grandchildren in the "Sumerian Paradise myth. And, oh, she has a HYMN!
Caution: apostrophe crime.
Although worshipping Isis may make more sense. She has name recognition and is a local river goddess in these parts ...
game playing does come in handy at times...
Excellent coctail skewers!
I don't think people in ASDA would get off on the tuneless chanting of personal 'hums' like 'Booley booley, apple apple', though, so I try to keep 'em to myself...
Croswyl isn't on google. The internet has failed me.
i actually have "singing tunelessly" as one of my lj interests.