Also! I considered going to see Richard Swift (dull, whiny singer-songwriter) play at Bush Hall on Thursday evening, but decided against it. (Although Jens Lekman is also playing, and he's meant to be quite the thing). Instead, I'll probably go home and eat one of those microwave meals from M&S that's made to look like it's in some kind of raffia basket, but the "basket" is actually made of cardboard. I might eat a yoghurt afterwards. Probably will.
(There's a scene in Desperately Seeking Susan* where Madonna is flicking through Rosanna Arquette's diary, and says: "This must be a front. No one's life could be this boring". Would that this were true of this blog, but sadly it isn't).
In other non-news, I have spent most of the weekend trolling up and down from Kensington High Street, dragging improbably large interior accoutrements back from Urban Outfitters and Habitat, like some kind of scruffy-haired, middle-class leafcutter ant. Even though the net result of this is that my whole flat now looks like the set of an Elle Deco photo-shoot, and my tasty red leather sofa is now adorned with The Greatest Cushions Known To Mankind, I feel that this information is as naught without an accompanying picture, and there are none to be had on the interweb.
Oh, it's as if the whole world is against me!
And finally, I have recently taken delivery of a beautiful, elegant Edwardian oak hall cupboard, which won't open. It's like a metaphor waiting to happen!
Still, at least I've got a day off on Friday.
Sorry folks. Normal service, etc. Something terribly exciting might happen in or near Leamington Spa. You never know.
UPDATE: By popular demand (well, one demand, but that counts as popularity in my book), here's my word cloud...
* On the subject of which, could someone please inform me whether Desperately Seeking Susan *actually* features one of the greatest screen kisses of all time, or was I just suffering from over-active teenage hormones when I saw it?
16 comments:
Nothing exciting can possibly happen in Leamington Spa, this would be in contravention of all the known laws of science.
But you never know, you might eventually get the cupboard open and reveal a secret doorway to another world where you'll find yourself on the set of a fairly run-of-the-mill fantasy movie with a sort of christian sub-text. Or something. Sorry, it's late.
Jens Leckman is great, particularly 'black cab', which is very funny.
'Leaf-cutter ant' made me laugh a lot. You look good in green, as well.
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... sorry, commenter's block.
It wasn't a better kiss than Westley and Buttercup's--I'll tell you that right now.
LC: there'll be no cupboards leading to thinly-veiled Christian allegories in *my* flat, thanks very much. I'm hoping that when I finally get it open, it'll reveal itself to be the gateway to Agarttha.
I should add that the non-openability of the cupboard led to the following mildly distressing conversation with the antique dealer that it came from:
ME: I've tried everything, it won't open.
DEALER: You could try lying it on its side. I was going to say you'd need a boyfriend to help you with that. But you haven't got one, have you?
ME: Er, not right at the moment, no.
DEALER: Or a husband, I was going to say. But you haven't got one of those any more either, have you?
ME: Er, no.
DEALER: Sorry about that. Must learn to shut up.
ME: That's quite alright.
I'd pop over and lay it on its side for you, if you lived in rural Norfolk.
But would a cupboard which only works on its side be much use to anyone?
what a strange overly personal antiques dealer...
Ah, the antiques dealer is a family friend, so not quite as dodgy as it sounds. Very nice chap, although somewhat given to stream-of-consciousness type utterings.
You have a tasty red leather sofa! I am *so* deeply envious.
Ours are pink.
For dramatic effect I think I should leave it there, but for the sake of my self-esteem I am forced to wail: the landlady's! The landlady has pink leather sofas! Not us! Not by choice!
i refuse to watch films with madonna in them on the basis that they are any number of two-hour blocks of time that i won't be getting back.
Very wise indeed. In my defence, I must have been about 16 at the time. Probably no excuse.
c'mon - post your word cloud
you know you want to!
everyone is worrying so much about being boring-comes of being conscious of the audience.
you're not boring. I'm boring. see?
Ah, if only I hadn't dropped my digital camera so many times, I could post pictures of my new Giant Black Silk Cushions With Garish Flowers On Them.
No, seriously, they're great.
Step forward The Beep, Betty, James, Merkin, Smat and Urban Chick, who all also appear in my word cloud. I love you all. And I love everyone who didn't appear in my word cloud, too. Especially John Simm. (Not in *that* way).
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