chaletian: (firefly wash evil laugh)
So, let's see where we stand a couple of days into this LJ revival. I'm almost afraid that I do not have sufficient events in my life to sustain any kind of daily blogging. I know. It's hard to believe. However, I just went out to the Tooting metropolis and bought a pasta salad and some caramel buttons for lunch, so let's sit here while I consume them and think of things to share.

First things first. Had a surprisingly relaxed morning (largely brought about by the fact that I woke up to wee half an hour before my alarm went off). Had an egg. Chatted to Katie. Sauntered onto the 337 and broke my journey at Southside to purchase an orange mocha as recommended by [ profile] morganmuffle - tasty tasty. And then I went to work which meh whatevs.

Subsequently, my mother broke my brain by referring, without a trace of irony, to the upcoming "hip hop happenings" of her weekend. My mother is neither hip, hop, nor happening (and neither, by the sound of it, is her weekend). I love her. Going to Barlborough in a couple of weeks' time as the pater will be in the country, so that will be pleasant. Well. As pleasant as jaunts to Barlborough ever get. I still maintain it's improved since they got the garden centre down the road.

Katie and I are going to see Edward II at the National tonight, which I am excited about. 1. I love a history play. 2. I love the Olivier. 3. Edward II (the king) is a slightly hilarious character in the annals of this, our native land. I read Holinshed last night, which at various points accused him of "naughtie rule" so that will be fun. Saturday is put aside for this year's visit to Ham House and Katie making chicken katsu curry (the actual best). Also an Ocado delivery. Exciting times.

And finally, in other news, I need a haircut.


Mar. 16th, 2011 08:29 pm
chaletian: (cs kill bill)
What ho, darlings! I feel I should do a proper post, and keep you all enthralled with charming little tales of my recent exploits, but I fear I should find it tedious, so bullet points ahoy!

1. Despite having received some excellent prompts (thank you), and despite having had ideas for all of them, I am no closer to writing fic. Sadfaces. Ah well, it may come to me in time.

2. Dentist again today. Next time I will be getting filled. :-(

3. I have, in the last week, read my GGBP-sale fun-in-the-fourth books, and highly enjoyed them. I read Val Forrest in the Fifth first, which was my least favourite, but only because the other two were so good. I liked the Withers-iness of her lodgings! Then I read Evelyn Finds Herself, which I absolutely adored - definitely the best school story I've ever read. Hearty recommendation to everyone! And then I finished off with The New School and Hilary which was also ace. I now need to find more books by Josephine Elder and Winifred Darch.

4. In that vein, I ended up on the Greyladies website. I want to read all their books! Does anyone have any I can borrow, please?

5. The pater has now flown off to Qatar and will be living there until further notice (for work - he hasn't gone AWOL). Mater bearing up manfully - well, womanfully, really.

6. My brother broke off his engagement, had a relationship with someone else, handed in his notice at work, set up his own business (properly registered at Company House, I am given to understand!), and is trying to work things out with his former fiancée. It is something of a roller coaster.

7. I have two holidays planned this year, and while neither is at all exotic (1. Dorset; 2. Katie's parents in France), I am looking forward to them both tremendously! I also have a "staycation" at the end of April (oh, I can see you all harking back to the glory that was Staycation 2009).


9. I dyed my hair bright red a little while ago. It's like Hitler marching on Moscow...

10. I have some bright yellow ranunculas (?sp) in a vase. They're gorgeous. Also, I invested in some very superior fake flowers in IKEA for my room. I approve.

11. Katie will be home very soon, which means I have to get up and make dinner. I AM COSY. But dutiful (mostly).

12. There is a children's book fair in Bath in April. I shall, I think be going. This is fun. I like Bath. I like children's books. I like April. I cannot lose. *thumbs up*

13. Earlier this year I read Hilary McKay's sequel to A Little Princess, Wishing for Tomorrow. This was ace and people should read it. Ditto Celia Rees' The Fool's Girl, which is about Viola and Orsino's daughter coming with Feste to find Shakespeare to help with a plot to save Illyria, and in the process telling him all about her parents and how they came to meet etc. It was really fab and brilliantly written. Also recommended.

14. I have also read adult books, though none are springing to mind right now.

15. I recently realised that I still haven't read Eva Ibbotson's last book before she died (so sad - she's one of my favourite authors), so that will be a little treat at some point.

16. Theatre: saw The Heretic at the Royal Court on Monday, which was really very good - very funny, and also thinky (you know how I like that), largely about the necessity of Proper Scientific Thinking and not taking anything on faith, or just because Everyone Says. Also saw Becky Shaw (twice) at the Almeida, which I also enjoyed very much. Student production of Arcadia at Westminster School - very good, particularly Bernard and Chater. Hannah was a bit inconsistent (in terms of characterisation rather than acting), and there wasn't really enough distinction between 13-year-old and 16-year-old Thomasina, but overall, vg. And did I mention seeing Hamlet at the National before Christmas? Rather disappointing, anyway. What with that and the godawful All's Well That Ends Well, the National and Shakespeare is not proving a good combination for me. Ooh, speaking of, I see Roger Allam won the Olivier for his Falstaff - jolly well deserved, sir!
chaletian: (buzzcocks man kissing woman)
Hello, my chickadees! I know there has mostly been a resounding silence from my corner of the internet recently, and you will all, I do not doubt, have wept tiny tears of woe because of it. I do not blame you. Anyway, the reason for my absence is tragic. Tragic, I tell you. OUR INTERNET IS DEAD. Weep, my darlings. Weep for us.

Actually, it’s not dead, per se, it got cut off because we hadn’t paid the broadband bill WHICH IS A LIE (only not so much, it is technically true, but we didn’t realise). So, after nine months of non-payment, BT finally cut us off without so much as a by-your-leave, or, more to the point, a letter saying, excuse me, please pay your bill. Anyhow, it’s getting sorted, but we shan’t have internet until Wednesday. I had a long and difficult weekend, without even Katie’s company, as she was off on a family jaunt.

Things I did over the weekend without recourse to the internet

Wine and cheese chez Helen (with Katherines; without Pim)
More laundry
Made a tiny curry
Defrosted some soup and didn’t eat it
Walked into East Sheen; moaned at the number of children roaming the streets like feral animals; came home again
Watched Chances Are (hilarious film from my youth with Cybill Shepherd and Robert Downey Jr), Iron Man, the night club episode of Bones, the computer-controlled car episode of NCIS (the one with the loltastic sexual harassment seminar), Glee (OMGAWESOME) and Tin Man (which I love so much, even on a second viewing)
Failed to tidy my room
Read a book by Kate Ross about a detective cove called Julian Kestrel, which I quite enjoyed
Cricked my neck so I am in CONSTANT PAIN
Went to meet my mother at King’s Cross; brought her home; went out to dinner with her
Discussed with the mater various topics, not confined to: the state of Rotherham Hospital; women’s suffrage; Arcadia; the concept of life after death; Grandma; Grandma’s gardeners; the benefits of socialised healthcare; the benefits of progressive tax; a PG Wodehouse exhibition to be held somewhere in London; Grandad’s financial adviser (who knew he even had one?); the Tesco in Clowne

Other than that, I’ve been saving loads of things to LJ about which now, unremarkably, I cannot remember. Consider sadly all the little jewels of wisdom you have lost. Instead I have given you an uneventful list and a Harry Po fanfic. I am still confused about why I wrote it. Anyway, that mun do for now. I shall away.

*flits off, gazing pensively into the middle distance*

* A little joke about Tin Man which I made last time I watched it. It still amuses me.
chaletian: (p+p lizzy tea)
♥ Katie and I went to see (500) Days of Summer at the kino, which was really good. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up. I liked the non-linear structure (style > substance). Tomorrow is Arcadia, Friday I am going to see Ben in some random melding of all musical versions of Figaro, and Saturday is Catherine's 30th birthday party, so I will be vee busy, and then Katie's parents are coming to stay for part of next week, which will be nice. I like parental visits, and, though naturally I adore my own parents, Katie's parents are an awful lot more relaxing! However, my own mater will be staying with us next Sunday night, so it will be nice to see her too.

♥ After getting back from the cinema, we made late-night spag bol. Awesome. Garlic bread and everything (good vintage, btw, Katie). Also, we randomly received a tiny avalanche of post (almost as if the PO hadn't delivered anything for a couple of weeks which surely couldn't be the case) and an Amazon parcel apiece. Woo. My shoes arrived today, and although they are exactly the same style in different colours, one pair fits while the other doesn't. Weird. Will try the red ones on again tomorrow in the hopes of a different outcome.

♥ Also: tomorrow, prepare to stand back as I talk about how a Miley Cyrus song reflects one of my, for want of a better word, philosophical beliefs.
chaletian: (st awesome jim)
I write this sitting on the sofa. Which is less interesting, I grant you, than some other literary openings. Anyway, so much has happened for me to tell you all about, that I'm bound to leave everything interesting out. However, I will try my best, sadly hampered by the fact that I'm about to explode from an excess of chicken korma (mmm, chicken korma).

1. I can't remember whom I have previously button-holed on the subject of chicken korma. If it was you, I apologise. As PG Wodehouse so perspicaciously pointed out once, it is so difficult to know how to pitch your tale, when there is the possibility that bod A may know more of the story than bod B. Anyway, I have never really cooked a curry or anything like it, so it was with some trepidation that I embarked upon a recipe for c.k. that Emma gave me, but it turned out OK and I have now cooked it approximately fourteen times in the last week. Next stop: thai chicken curry, which I love but which I have, again, never cooked.

2. Do any more northerly folk know what's going on at the Tesco-roundabout-end of the Chesterfield bypass? They demolished the glassworks there ages ago, but apparently they're now building a giant (new) Tesco there, and there are rumours that there's going to be a bit of football stadium action on the remaining land - that's going to bugger up the traffic nicely come match days.

3. In re release of Lockerbie bomber as what is dying fairly imminently, WTF FBI man? Scotland's case, Scotland's jurisdiction, Scotland's decision. Fuck off out of it.

4. I'll stop waffling now and get to the nub of LIFE and the only topic about which anyone will have any interest. I'm sure you will all be delighted to hear that my hair has faded quite a lot, and although it is still massively, stupidly red, I no longer look like Jane Goldman, so yay. Also, Helen cut me a bob, which is ACE and also AWESOME (even though Pim's bathroom was apparently covered in my hair for quite some time EVEN THOUGH I totally tidied up after myself).

5. So, ja, the other weekend, I went to Helen's, and we hung out being ineffectual together, and then we went to Pimly's, where she cooked us Mexican lasagna (always a treat, and who knew Nellie Dean could even cook?! I thought she lived on scraps...) and we watched St Trinian's and Mamma Mia - frankly, what could be more glorious? What indeed? I hear you say. And, as mentioned, Helen cut my hair, which was a TRIUMPH because she is unexpectedly skilled in that arena. &Helen;

6. Subsequently, Pim and I went out to dinner at that gourmet institution that is Pizza Express. I had - no, wait for it - chicken caesar salad! I know! *makes I-know face* Who saw that coming? Service was fairly rubbish, as per, but we had a nice meal and chatted and bitched, and then wandered down the South Bank (which may well be MY FAVOURITE PLACE IN THE WHOLE WORLD) to the National, where we sat on the giant grass furniture and met Katherine and brushed our hair like land-locked mermaids and had ice lollies and chatted. All vee nice. We were, however, saddened by the absence of Kathryn, who blew us off for COLLEAGUES SHE PRESUMABLY SEES ALL THE TIME. Pah.

7. The day after that was Thursday (an accurate timeline is crucial), which was my last day at work that week. Now, we have a thing at work where, when it's someone's birthday, we bring in food AS A SECRET and have a little lunch party. However, Emma and I are the only ones who have ever arranged this, and as Emma's last day had been the Wednesday, I was not expecting lunch. We continued our hilarious file purge in the morning, and then I was called into the office in a tiny emergency TO FIND THEY'D DONE ME LUNCH ANYWAY! Woo! It was so exciting! Also, Cath had bought me a bottle of No 6 Pimm's (a sort of Pimm's No 1/vodka hybrid which turns out to be DELISH). All in all, a good day.

8. On Friday, after getting up ridiculously early to pack and blow dry my hair and such like, I bopped to Victoria to meet Katherine and Pim and wend our way up to Chesterfield, where the CBB Summer Frolick was - well, actually not scheduled to take place. It was to take place in Barlborough, the village where my parents live. The mater (eventually) picked us up and we went to Sainsbury's where Katherine shopped for Frolick food and Pim and I wandered around and bought clothes and stuff. Went home and then OHNOES! TRAGEDY! Katie was cutting short her holiday to come up to the old borough of Barl, and had booked her ticket from Cornwall to Sheffield, but tragedy had struck! Fearful traffic along the byways of the west country! No train catching! No movement of any kind! EPIC SADFACES ACROSS THE LAND. In the end, she had to give up the Sheffield plan and buy a ticket back to London. I will not lie. There was a tiny crystalline single emo tear*. Anyway, as luck and the script would have it, I managed to find a relatively decent ticket for London-Doncaster on the Saturday morning, and, with a bit of (FRANKLY GENIUS) jiggery-pokery, I booked it for her. \o/

9. On Friday evening, we had savoury pancakes and my parents were ridic. I love them. They're awesome. Also, on a similar note, Pim and I suspect that our mothers may actually be THE SAME WOMAN. Have you ever seen them in a hospital together? Have you? I didn't think so. I mean, we always knew there was the daughters-of-NHS-managery-women bond between us, but even so...

10. Saturday! Frolick! Tiny plastic Jesus watched over us all, and the Frolick went according to plan (except for the bit where I kept leaving out bits of activity, but that happens with the most well-regulated frolicks). Katie arrived sans problem. The Little School even had a cake stand for all Katherine's cupcakes (lemon cakes = delicious beyond measure). I made quiches.


12. Saturday PM: back to the homestead, and time to open presents! Woo! I was in receipt of a tea towel (a present classic), a giant Cornwall pencil, a thing to make Virgin Mary toast, two pairs of Holy Socks AND PIM KNITTED ME A SHATNER!FACE! YES! YOU HEARD ME RIGHT! AN ACTUAL, HONEST-TO-GOD SHATNER!FACE, LIKE SHE SWORE SHE WOULDN'T! (Yeah, she's weak. Exploit her, people.) IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE WORDS! I LOVE YOU, NELLIE!! Also, Katie made me a birthday card that had me and Jim sailing down an Amsterdam canal, while Spock watched us go, his left eyebrow a picture of emo woe. Fucking beautiful. I love my friends. Then Daddy made us his chicken curry thing, which is always yum, and Katie and I tidied the kitchen and went to bed. A smashing day.

13. Right. Sunday. Got up, had some orange juice and a tea cake. Had a shower. Faffed. Katie and I went to the station with Katherine and Pim and bid them adieu, then Mummy took us on to Grandma's, where I had more presents, and enjoyed Grandma being as ridiculous as ever. Then Chris turned up and there was a bit of chatting, and then we went down the road to see Grandpa, who was much as ever, though he'd managed to bash himself up a bit falling down the drive. Went in the garden to admire decking and fish - all vee nice, actually. We went home and had some lunch, then Mummy took us to Sheffield to catch the old coach back to London. We had a surprisingly smooth, un-awful journey. Had a bit of tea (God's honest pork pie, some tomatoes, some Babybel, some pickled onion Monster Munch, and an apple). Got home not too late, all in all. So, that was my weekend.

Anyway, that's about it. Not much else to report.

In Conclusion

Item: I am in possession of one (1) tiny plastic Jim Kirk and one (1) knitted Shatner!face.
Item: I have new short hair.
Item: I have, this very moment, been outbid on the chest of drawers I want. Damn you, eBay, damn you!
Item: Chicken korma rocks.

Addendum: My little brother, who works for Accenture, has just had a promotion and a 25% pay increase! I am very proud of him, and also very envious! Still, he's been working ridiculous hours, so I think I'd rather have my poorer paying much less working job!

* This is, in fact, a lie.

My Mother

Apr. 9th, 2009 11:11 pm
chaletian: (dexter didn't do it)
I'm sure you will all be fascinated to learn that the mater is the senior manager on-call for Rotherham Hospital over the Easter weekend. We were chatting about this in the car on the way back from Chesterfield (hideous, hideous journey up from London), when she told me that she wasn't worried, because she had good people on the ground.

Oh yes.

You heard aright.

My mother has "people on the ground".

That's so ludicrously hilarious I hardly have words. She looked quite proud about it. ♥
chaletian: (buffy british summer)
1. I had but the one telephone call from the mater informing me that the clocks changed this weekend, and to be honest I fear she was only humouring me after the horror that was last autumn.

2. We watched two eps of SPN last night (not the most recent one, but the two before that), and it wasn't actually too bad. Not great, but not too bad. Dean was looking particularly pretty in one of them. Oh Dean.

3. I have now watched all of The Mentalist so far, which is highly entertaining. Cho! Cho, with your deadpan ways, how I love you! Also Robin Tunney, who rocks. Sadly it's incredibly predictable, but never mind. It's not like we watch these shows for plot or anything.

4. I did fuck all this weekend. It were ace.

5. I have a meeting this afternoon with the rep for a software thing. Could be fun. Malheureusement I am wearing a long-sleeved uniform shirt, and it's like wearing CLOTHING MADE OUT OF CARDBOARD. Boo.

6. OTH. Oh, OTH, you're too good to us. Read more... )

7. Did anyone else know Pizza Express's newfound Orange Wednesday deal came with free dough balls? And if so, WHY DIDN'T YOU SHARE?!! I am very excited about this, not least because we're going on Wednesday as it's Nadine's last day. (sadfaces)
chaletian: (Default)
Ah, the traditional Monday morning post. It’s a glorious thing. Almost as glorious as the morning itself, which perked me right up the very second I stepped out of the building on my way to work. Clear blue skies, fresh air, a lovely chilly snap: what more can you ask for in an October morning? I walked briskly to the station, The Hush Sound playing very loudly in my ears, albeit not muffling the clunkety-clop of my new boots with their noisy heels, and read various passably intelligent things on my way to work. An excellent start to the day. Of course, now I’m at work in the unwindowed box that is my shared office, and things have taken a more gloomy aspect (am in receipt of cheery email from Alex asking for a dazzling variety of survival curves… thanks for that…) but still, all in all, life is merry and life is sweet, even though I don’t believe in God and must therefore be tragically unhappy with my pointless existence.

Anyway, le weekend. Saturday, Katie and I bopped into Staines (fucking South West Trains. That’s all I have to say…), to meet Kathye and Megan for the thrilling, nay, scintillating, cinematic treat that was to be High School Musical 3. Sadly Kathye couldn’t come, but we were delivered of Megan, and took her off to get lunch, embark upon a sweet-buying mission in Woolworths, and pobble around a few shops before hurling ourselves upon the Staines Vue.

Oh. Em. Gee. Don’t ever let me do that again. Do you have any idea how much high-pitched noise young girls can make? My ears are still ringing. So much enthusiasm. So much screaming. It hurt. Still, it was sort of sweet, and Megan was frankly adorable, bopping away in her little seat. Katie, likewise, quite excited. I mostly laughed, but I did enjoy the ridiculousness, and there was one song that was actually good. I also, I must honestly admit, found myself, in my tiny head, going, ‘So. Zac Efron. Hmm.’ Heh. So, then we dropped Megan off, went home via pizza and chocolate pudding purchasing, and watched SPN and Chuck (oh, Chuck! Chuck who, I cannot lie, PALES INTO INSIGNIFICANCE NEXT TO THE AWESOMENESS OF JENSEN ACKLES).

Sunday began with an indignant phone call to my mother, demanding to know whether she had stopped loving me. I will explain the background to this. My mother has, for some unknown reason, long since decided that my brother and I are CONSTITUTIONALLY INCAPABLE of remembering when the clocks change. Thus we have always received at least one, and usually two or three, reminders at each change. But some horrible mutation has occurred to this scheme. Reader, I shudder to mention this tragic truth, but this time I received not a single, solitary reminder. I know. It pains me merely to type the words. Surely the only conclusion which can be drawn from this sad state of affairs is that the milk of motherly affection has dried up. The grape of maternal devotion has withered upon the vine. All is devastation and dismay. O! O! And so I lament, etc etc. Anyway, turns out she’s decided we’re old enough to cope with the clocks ourselves, which makes a nice change, so there you go. Milk of m.a. and grape of m.d. turn out to be safe and sound. *thumbs up*

So, once that family brouhaha was resolved, we pottered around for quite some time, before making the heroic leap into outdoor!clothes and bopping into town, where Katie tried on boots and we bought comics, before agonising for about SIX WHOLE ENTIRE HOURS about where to have lunch. Eventually lunched, I bought a jumper, we went home. Pottered some more. Had cheesy mash and tuna mayo for dinner (gastronomic fucking genius, me). Watched Hairspray.

And then, after that, I settled into my bed, and succumbed to the compelling world of the US election. I freely admit that I am actually addicted to it. I have basically spent all my free time in the last few days reading political blogs and newspapers and polls and analysis and campaign videos and TV interviews and I think my brain is in danger of exploding. And now that Sarah Palin has gone ‘rogue’, I think it’s just going to get more exciting! Also, I ♥ the Oval Office as a ‘bummer free zone’. Which does actually seem to be the same zone John McCain is living in.
chaletian: (narnia lucy raining)
Lo, for I am now toute seule in FT. Mine is a sorrowful life.

I had egg-fried rice for tea last night, with chicken and prawns and peas and sweetcorn and spring onions. It was vee nice.

I made a tea loaf for Katie’s parents. Hopefully it turned out OK.

Finally made Katie’s Christmas card. Once again, a work of fangirl genius, though sadly marred by my getting a picture of Jake that WASN’T JAKE!! Quelle horreur!

Drinking my first mochaccino of the day. And I’m starving. Really, vee, vee hungry.

Very excited about the Spring Gather. I mun make an icon for it, as I am still using the Summer Frolick one, now sadly out of date.

OMG! OMFG! Spooks! *will say no more*

[ profile] nicolap: Does my tiny memory deceive me, or did you have a recipe for parkin somewhere in your journal? Mun attempt to make some for my father before I go home…

Watched Diagnosis Murder and Badly Dubbed Porn last night. Both were glorious, in their own separate ways.

Am really looking forward to going home, though have discovered that I’m going to have to stay longer than planned, which is a bit of a swizz. It’s Grandad’s birthday on the 27th, and I found out the other day that Grandma’s doing a thing, which obviously I have to go to, but it’s slightly messed up my plans for coming home. Ah well, such is life. *Five Minutes Later* I just spoke to the mater (had to ask about the possibility of shopping on Christmas Eve, a possibility which has just been nixed, so I’m going to have to buy Chris’s giant books in Kingston and bring them up – boo) and bloody hell she’d forgotten that I said I wasn’t staying the whole week, and had made *plans* and suchlike, and now I feel really guilty, but I *did* tell her I was going home a couple of days after Christmas and I *have* got plans already, and dammit I want to spend at least part of the holidays sitting around my own home watching crap TV and kicking Katie in the shins when the urge strikes. And she wanted me to come home earlier as well, and I’m sorry, I love my parents dearly, but I don’t want to spend an entire week wandering around Barlborough with essentially fuck all to do. Oh, fucking families. Fucking Christmas. Just have to remember that I do actually love it...

I am now in a slightly stroppy mood, which inevitably arises when my mother is attempting to get me to do something I don’t want to. Feel about fourteen, a feeling with which I am not particularly enamoured. Meh. Oh, part of me thinks I should say that I’ll come back on Friday morning so that we can have yonder family meal on Thursday night, but then I don’t *want* to because, hey, will have had quite enough of my family by then, and anyway, had dinner with Chris and Bex last week so it’s not like I haven’t seen them in an age. Oh, I dunno. And I can’t help but feel that this Christmas might be a bit awful, what with all the family weirdness of the last year, and I *hate* that, I *hate* that my family seems to be disintegrating, it’s *awful*. Oh, pook.


Sep. 6th, 2007 12:17 pm
chaletian: (lom grumpy emo)
Grandad is in hospital again. He was admitted on Tuesday. Once again, I have only found out because I rang up my mother to ask. I spoke to her last night; she clearly didn't think it worth mentioning. I *hate* it when she does that - when they all do that! Why can't they let me know what's going on?

I hope he's OK. Grandad is NEVER ill, not once, ever, that I can remember. I hate the world.
chaletian: (truman the astronaut)
LOL – I just went onto The Onion, and was vee entertained to see that American Football player Peyton Manning was on their front page. Peyton Manning is the only football player I have ever in my life been aware of, mainly because I have seen him play. Back in the summer of ’97, when Princess Diana had only just died, when Empire Records was all over American cable and Meredith Brook’s song Bitch all over American radio (with many stations refusing to, y’know, say the name of the song), when my mother was driving round Tennessee in a car about three million times bigger than she was, when we discovered that Piggly Wiggly was an honest-to-goodness store (not in Tennessee, as far as I’m aware, but certainly in South Carolina) not confined to the fictitious universe of Driving Miss Daisy, we lived in Knoxville, TN (I say lived, because it wasn’t exactly a furrin holiday, per se – Daddy went to work, we did grocery shopping and laundry, rented videos (The Cutting Edge, from Kroger’s – oh yes), and lived in Daddy’s house (which was actually really nice and we fitted in vee well)). And one of the things we did was go to a football game. (It was a thing of beauty. Seriously. I nearly died laughing.) Tennessee Vols (Chris had a giant orange hand to signify his support for the home team) versus Texas Tech (we won). And Peyton Manning was the Tennessee quarterback (this was in his college football days, obviously). He was quite a big deal in Knoxville back in ’97, I can tell you that. To this day, I have yet to forget him.
chaletian: (narnia lucy raining)
♥ Yum – Katie made the most delicious paella last night with chicken and chorizo and peas and stuff – glorious! Will be added to our stock inventory of recipes (we only have about five, routinely circulated).

♥ Mon grandpère was in hospital for a few days prostate cancer troubles, and he has to have an operation, which is a bit worrying, though Mummy says it’s very routine etc etc etc, but still pants, frankly. I hate it so much that my grandparents are getting ill and going to hospital all of a sudden. I mean, they’re nearly 80, I know it’s only to be expected, but I really, really hate it. I love them so much (even though Grandma is going completely mental these days over the Rosie thing, quite annoyingly so), and have so many happy memories of my time with them because, basically, all my memories of them are happy. Getting dressed up in an old bridesmaid’s dress and Grandma putting my hair in rags… playing with the old wooden play cooker in their back garden… Grandad showing us his old RAF uniform (complete with vee dashing hat)… painting pansies with Grandma in Ditch End, sitting in the window corner… lying around in Sunny Cove while Grandad built us sand cars and sand boats… helping Grandma make her famed sherry trifle, and being allowed to make the fork patterns in the cream AND put on the maraschino cherries AND very carefully lay down the roasted almonds with a grapefruit spoon… taking me down to the open day at St Hugh’s because my parents were away…

It was funny, I was talking to my parents when they came down the other weekend, and apparently Grandma had been saying what a star I was, and ooh, wasn’t I like her, and all this, and Daddy said it was like he’d had nothing to do with the making of me (skate over this people, don’t think about the specifics, for the love of God), and I feel a bit dishonest sometimes, because I always present myself to my grandparents in the way I know they want to see me, if you see what I mean. And superficially I am quite like Grandma, because we like a lot of the same things, and that’s what I focus on. But really, we are not at all alike, because I am, basically, my father. But a girl. And Grandma doesn’t get that, because I choose not to show her, because I know she wouldn’t get it. She doesn’t understand Daddy at all. Seriously. AT ALL. And she doesn’t really understand why Mummy married him, when he’s so unlike Grandad (yeah, cuz look how that worked out for Rosie), which presumably led to the famed “We never would have expected this from Miles… Martin, yes, of course, but…” comment, which was incredibly rude and hurtful, but it’s like Grandma has these freaky-weird blinkers on about my parents which lead her to suppose that saying things like this is fine, and it’s not, because she really upsets my mother, which is not on at all, because she’s lovely. Anyway, enough of such meanderings.

♥ I am off to Kathye’s for the weekend. My role: entertain the baby while the grown-ups do sensible things. I can do that.
chaletian: (bard much ado benedick wtf)
Well, the parentals eventually arrived this morning, after a bit of faff, and it is very nice to have them here (currently settling down in my bedroom, being remarkably restrained about the part where I still haven't completely unpacked). I have my Le Creuset casserole dish and the borrowed sewing machine, but no bookcase. Rah.

We walked into Barnes this morning and visited the market, then went back up White Hart Lane and had lunch at Annie's. Went home, and waited for Chris and Bex to arrive, then wandered into East Sheen, and bought various bits, including the making of dinner. Came home, hung around a bit, played TPs (Chris rushed to an early lead, but in the end Bex and I drew on six cheeses apiece when dinner stopped play). Chicken, new potatoes and salad for tea - vee nice. C&B have now gone home, and M&D are in bed.

A couple of joyful moments:

The M: *lamenting Daily Telegraph's reports of health & safety restrictions at the Scout Jamboree* I mean, you used to cook porridge in aluminium foil!
The P: No I didn't. I cooked it in a pan.
The M: *unconvinced* You told me you cooked it in aluminium foil.
The P: I was clearly lying. Where would I have got aluminium foil - a passing sputnik?

The P did not wish to play TPs, but insisted on butting in when he knew the answers, so we took to just showing each other the cards to scupper his plans. Sometimes we forgot.

C: *paraphrased* Which football was fined vast sums of money for being rude to another player?
The P: *apropos nothing at all* That's a nice gas cooker you've got.
C: *to B* That's not a hint.
The P: A very nice gazza cooker.
C: It's not Paul Gascoigne.
The P: Oh. Really?

Drive me mental, but I love them all dearly.
chaletian: (buzzcocks all tracks preston)
I need to get a couple of things out of the way before I move on to the rest of my post.

♥ I have just been complimented on how nice my hair looks when it’s down. So it is clearly not looking too green today, which I feared it was (it’s the green jumper, I tell you). Sadly, of course, the niceness is entirely due to the fact that I blow-dried it last night, which is unlikely to ever be the case again on a school night.

♥ I have been [ profile] crack_impala’d again, for my Johnny Cash fic. My head is rapidly swelling, and it only contained by the sneaking suspicion that in spamming you all constantly with SPN fic for the last fortnight, I have exhausted my muse.

♥ Katie said a funny thing last night, and I promised faithfully to report it. So here it is.

Katie’s Joke
Me: Rawr, my fringe is crazed (my hair obsession not dimmed by a vodka and lemonade).
Katie: Is it a lunatic fringe?
Me&Katie: *much, much laughter*

So, with those safely recorded for the mind of the posterity, I shall move on to what I shall call the thrust of this post. Or possibly the pith. Can I say pith in this context? I do not know, so will do so willy nilly.

♥ I am dead. Quite seriously dead. Or, OK, if you want to be clinical about, I’d probably still register as alive on the stethoscope, but I have a bit of a hangover and am operating on four hours’ sleep, and I am NOT HAPPY. The reason for this is:

♥ We went to see Steve Carlson at the Barfly in Camden last night. The experience was only ever so slightly marred by some very, hmm, enthused fangirls. And you know me and enthusiasm… But Steve was very, very good indeed, and actually just the sort of music I like, so it was all very fine. And he was quite lovely, and we definitely, definitely need him in Casa Padackles, with a guitar and his hat (he didn’t wear a hat, which was a mild disappointment, but c’est la vie). Katie and Helen bought CDs, which I am planning shamelessly to rip (well, Katie’s at any rate and, follow my logic closely here, Katie and Helen will rip their respective CDs for MP3 purposes, and then swap, and then I can steal Helen’s from Katie – oh yes. I’m always thinking…). The first two lots of people (acts? sets?) were also good – the first one was your standard band type, with a guitarist who looked eerily like a young Howard Moon. And the spirit of… well, not Jazz, but something else… was in him. And then there was a chap whose name I have entirely forgotten but possibly started out with an Emmett, or maybe an Earl, came on with guitar and harmonica (a new one, which he pimped admirably throughout), and did several quite funny and very entertaining songs. Might have to Google him.

♥ After the gig, our rational capacities clearly affected by alcohol, we decided that it would be ever such a good idea to head down to Leicester Square, and go to the Full Mooners gig. Uh-huh. On a school night. Crazed, we were, downright crazed. We got there just before it started, and it was very funny, though I can’t remember anything that anyone said, or who was there. Oh, I do remember the vagina song, which started out really randomly, then sort of mellowed, until it was: “‘Vagina, vagina, vagina, vagina/ it was yellow.’ The new Coldplay song there…” which made me laugh vee, vee much. Still have a bit of a girl-crush on Lady Carol, who is mighty fine. Go and look for Lady Carol of the Moon on YouTube, people! Ooh, speaking off, must check for Steve on YouTube over the weekend.

♥ We caught a couple of night buses home. Uneventful. Listened to Katie’s new MP3 player. I kept losing my ear. Frustrating. Got home. Went to bed.

♥ My parents come this weekend. Unfortunately, am deeply untidy (obviously), so will have to do stuff this evening. Pah. Will ring the mater and find out what time they’re planning to show up. Might just go to bed when I get home, and tidy in the morning, though that is doomed to end badly as a plan. Will probably do it anyway, despite this knowledge. Because I suck.
chaletian: (p+p lydia)
♥ My bedroom looks as if a bomb has hit it. Admittedly, in many ways it looks better than it did last week, but still, it’s a bit of a shambles. But I now have the lovely mirror I bought last year up, and my new, slightly ridiculous, pink cupid hooks, courtesy of papa Stone. I also put up a couple of my pictures, and it’s all starting to feel more like home. We also have pictures/signs etc up throughout FT – huzzah! It was all feeling rather bland before. I also unpacked some of my hardbacks, despite the fact that my bookcase from home has still failed to materialise, and put them in the little bookcase previously known as ‘yonder crap-holder’.

♥ My parents. I love them very much. But JC on a stick, have they gone off me or something? They seem to be completely unwilling to come and visit. What’s that about? It’s not like they ever *do* anything at the weekend: weekends are, in fact, traditionally spent ironing and cleaning if you’re my mother, and walking and bitching if you’re my father. Sometimes they bop off to York or Harrogate if they’re in the mood. But basically my parents have no social life (this isn’t me being thoughtless, selfish child, honest. They really, really don’t). There is no reason for them not to be able to come, pretty much any given weekend. And yet, they don’t. And frankly it’s starting to piss me off a bit.

♥ Just ate a Krispy Kreme doughnut. I am wearing a black skirt and a black top. I look like the dalmatians after they’ve rolled in the soot and been snowed on.

♥ Katie and I watched actual teevee last night. Actual teevee off the actual teevee machine. I downloaded the first ep of Dexter and we watched that, and then watched the second ep on FX. (I love that channel; so pleased we finally have it.) It is very good; looking forward to the next. Sunday evenings at 10, people!

♥ Off to see MtW being filmed tomorrow, and hopefully Harry Pee on Wednesday, the week to be polished off by some species of Brownie shindig on Friday (Xanthe – do you still need my puffin-shaped input in stuff?).

♥ Next week it’s off to see Wicked avec the Guides. It looks like Katie isn’t going to be able to meet the Guides at Mortlake with me, helas. Are any other of you adults able to get to Mortlake (about 25 mins out of Waterloo) by quarter past six? It would be VASTLY appreciated, as there need to be two adults present to escort yonder children up to London, and though there is enough of me to count for two, technically it doesn’t work that way. Ooh, and I will be sending out an email some time this week with precise instructions on when and where to meet etc, never fear.

♥ Fresh news from the front: according to my grandmother, we need to be ever vigilant for evil, world-dominating twenty(-one)-spotted ladybirds. THEY MUST BE EXTERMINATED! Possibly to blame for world famine, the destruction of the countryside, BSE, and many things besides. We can know no rest until they have all perished…
chaletian: (fl geek pride)
Well, we had a Sunday of televisual delight, in between the inevitable attempts at unpacking. We started off with Wonder Woman whilst eating our lunch, and what a fabulously genius programme that is! We were particularly taken with (a) Wonder Woman’s giant bottom in giant blue knickers, (b) the cards on the screen – “Making their way to the secret Nazi camp…” and (c) the part where a mad German scientist cloned Adolf Hitler. Oh yes. Later in the day we watched a bit of Dawson’s Creek (first series, with the Jann Arden song, and Dawson and Joey Just Being Friends, and Pacey being so… Pacey.) There was a great deal of Pacey love, in fact, and some bonding over the fact that we had both rented The Skulls merely for his presence. Then Doctor Who. How amazingly fantastic have these two episodes been? There were *fabulous*! Better, possibly, even than The Empty Child. Yes, much love there. And finally Katie made good on her threat to make me watch My So Called Life, and we saw the first episode. Good. Grief. It was like a televisual representation of my relationship with my mother. “Yes, you can do that.” “You say that so you can just hold a grudge about it.” Oh, the joys of teenagerdom. And how much did I hate my mother? I mean, it balanced out, because she hated me too. Fortunate, really, that we both got over it.

In other news, the CBB is a bit broken at the moment, but should be working again shortly.


May. 30th, 2007 11:11 am
chaletian: (buzzcocks all tracks preston)
The mater has just informed me that there is no need for 20 floppy disks, because she has acquired (through some magical, mystical means, into which I will not enquire further) a proper Office 2003 disk, so I can install it from scratch. Huzzah.
chaletian: (kermit yay)
Well, today has been fairly productive, though it did not feel much like a bank holiday due to [ profile] katie__pillar leaping off to work. Pah. Anyway, I pobbled around and did things, including booking tickets to see A Matter of Life and Death at the National next month (huzzah) and packing more bits. Then [ profile] rosyposypie very helpfully came round and helped move all the crap that was lying around in bags and plastic boxes. My mother was supposed to come yesterday with her giant mutant car, but alas she did not feel up to it (so I will no doubt be begging Jess for her sewing machine at some point as well, in a desperate bid to provide FT with some kind of curtainage), so we had to make alternative plans. We visited the giant Asda at Roehampton afterwards and got some stuff for lunch (and doughnuts, on account of starving nigh unto death after our labours), then returned to the PF and had soup and bread and cheese etc. Also managed to flog one of the Billy bookcases to her - huzzah! At about half two the shoe rack woman off Freecycle came and took the shoe rack and the blue rug, and the hall now looks quite bare. Apart, of course, from the impressive volume of my shoes: astounding given the fact that I never have any shoes to wear.

Thenceforth to Sainsbury's, where I pur-chased the ingredients for Taunton Chicken and rhubarb crumble, except they both went horribly wrong. C'est la vie.

Yesterday, we went shopping in Hammersmith, which was v fine, though Primark was a hideous experience best forgotten. It was so much nicer when it wasn't so famous. I bought some knickers, some socks, and a green cardigan (like I don't have enough green tops...) with short sleeves. It's very sweet. I also bought two pairs of red shoes (£12 each - yay), both with patterned insides, which I am sure you will all agree is of the utmost importance with shoes. Then we went into the most genius shop, called Tiger, which is apparently of Danish extraction. It is BRILLIANT, and we bought many a fine item, including a green chips'n'dips bowl (which we intend to break out for Acklesfest in a couple of weeks), a couple of v v kitsch trays, and other assorted items of wonder. There is likely to be a not inconsiderable amount of Christmas shopping going on in that emporium of delight.

Anyhow, on that note will bop off.

Oh, does anyone want any of the following, free, gratis and for nothing:

1. CD rack
2. Faintly hideous silvery chandelier thing with amethyst-y dangly bits (is slightly better than description but not much)
3. Square mirror with v v wide wooden frame
4. Printer-port colour printers with software etc and cables (x2)
5. Scanner with cables and software (don't think it works on XP or later)
6. An old computer. Hardware is fine; software is fucked
7. A load of Ikea IVAR shelving - if interested can provide more specific details
8. A blue two-seater single sofa bed (we think it is Ikea - the Ektorp range). It is v old and def past its best, but still functional.
chaletian: (heroes peter nathan)
Guides last night. We had split the meeting into three sections, for each of us to run one. My bit was making chocolate chip buns – always fun. Went off fairly smoothly. Played memory games, and guessing what things are by feeling them, and the newspaper game, and the m&m game, which I really like – each Guide takes m&ms, and then we say, for example, if you have a red m&m, tell us what your favourite possession is etc, then they eat the m&m. It was bon, and Hannah and I joined in the last round. They are still so *difficult*, though, and have such a bad attitude at the meetings, even when they’re being nice, if that makes sense. Heigh ho. Half term next week, which is fortunate, under the circs.

[ profile] katie__pillar spent part of the day at Fangirl Towers, and you can see the fruits of her labour at [ profile] the_love_nest. I can’t wait to move! I spoke to the mater yesterday, and as usual she is brilliant, and had assumed she would be packhorsing for us, which is fine as long as she’s allowed to go into Richmond to visit Hobbes. Which I spose is fair enough. I won’t deny her that opportunity. And I was thinking on Saturday I might finish painting the fourth wall in my bedroom (this tickled me and Katie last night: it sounds like some kind of avant-garde television techniquery), and possibly la fenêtre as well.

We watched the finale of Heroes last night, which was excellent and nailbiting, BUT (and this is a big but), I was ultimately a little disappointed, which is actually heart-breaking, because I have loved every minute of this series, and to suddenly not be satisfied right at the end is really vexing. And this is why (big on yonder spoilers, obvs) )
chaletian: (pgw stiffy byng)
So, I haven’t LJed in about forever, and in fact I can’t really think of anything *to* LJ, even though I keep having mini-rants in my head about stuff the whole time. But I’ll try and think of some random things to share. My magnanimity is, as usual, beyond measure.

1. Rah once again at the continuing presumption that Gordon Brown will be the next PM. Okay, so yes, he doubtless will be. But when newspapers start publishing articles about who will be in his cabinet etc, it makes me very cross, because HE HAS NOT BEEN VOTED LEADER OF THE PARTY YET!!! A small detail, I know, but still relevant.

2. I am *such* a fangirl. And while I embrace general fangirliness as a matter of course, I always find fangirling about a particular person to be slightly disconcerting, mainly because you end up knowing random stuff about a complete stranger, so it actually feels completely like stalking. And though I *love* having fangirly friends (and oh the woe in my life if I didn’t), actually *talking* *in person* about fangirling someone (OK, yes, Jensen Ackles, obviously) makes me feel even more stalkery. And dear lord, I’ve been reading RPS. Not much, admittedly, but even not much is about a million times more than I ever have done.

3. Heroes. Heroes wins at TV. It is the most amazing tv programme in the history of the world. Which I believe I’ve said before, but it always bears repeating. And we are so close to the finale now, and it’s going to be so exciting…

4. Matters have been continuing apace in the new flat (though we have yet to find a name for it). We have decorated the spare room, and Katie’s father put up all our shelves (there are a million – we should hopefully just about be able to fit all our books on), and it looks pretty damn fine. I have painted about half my bedroom (in a very nice, very pale pink), and am hoping to get the mater to come down just before we move and bring the material for my patchwork curtains and the sewing machine etc. Maybe even *whispers* those of my books still lurking in the attic… though I think (hope) there aren’t that many left now.

5. We have Jericho-related fear, that someone might die. Because it’s the kind of programme where you have the unsettling feeling that they would be quite happy to kill off any and all of the main characters (barring, of course, super!Jake and government-issue!Robert). Last ep this week – jolly exciting.

6. Supernatural finale also looms. Last week’s ep was lovely and indeed heart-breaking. Dean. Mowing the lawn. Looking happy. Oh Dean, mon chou, c’est pas reelle… I have remained spoiler-free and hope to continue in this vein until the bitter end. Also, has anyone heard whether it’s been renewed yet?

7. We went to see Dying For It at the Almeida a little while ago, which was very funny (though I rather annoyingly missed the very beginning I was late getting to the theatre). I should write more about it, but am not currently in the mood.

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