WELL - what a first night Paul had last night - it all kicked off! What was usually a polite but chatty house was thrown into some kind of derranged chaos.

First of all 4 italians acompanied by jean-luka came over. They actually came for 'local girl cinemas' - I dunno if I mentioned this but I have this projector in my room all set up & hooked up to my computer. We basically watch alot of south park/family guy/simpsons/ DVDs on it.

Anyway - elanor, who's cooking night it was was really annoyed, even though they brought their own food - she didn't like what this 'suggested'. Also this greek guy - who's name I forgot but he said 'Costa' but then he said he was joking. He was there like some wizened old sage generally saying random words and stroking his silvery beard. Enter denai - she's all depressed cause she was living in the flat and loved it & had to move out with some bloke who won't let her smoke - she was going ON and ON and ON about it well into the morning, plus she sugegsted she has a grudge against paul for taking the room.

After dinner - some wierd jazz ipmorv starts going on with Elanor (hitting talcum powder tins), J-L (keyboard), Andrea (flute), Me (Timbali but then sneaking off to watch south park)

ALL ON HIS FIRST NIGHT!! Welcome to the flat paul :D

Hello to everyone I hold dear.

Blogging for the sake of it today, i feel I should keep up with this as much as possible. On the outset it appears I had an interesting weekend - but from a "shall I actually blog this?" perspective it was rather dull.

After alot of to-ing & fro-ing my good friend Paul is moving into my new flat. At first my flatmates (who have all been there years) said they would prefer to wait a week before giving their answer (bare in mind they wanted a girl & someone older). Becuase Paul just got a job in london he needed a quick answer. A week passed, they couldn't find anyone more suitable so they asked him to move in. Paul was rightly pissed off at not being accepted immediately - and who wouldn't be? In life we all like to think that we can be immediately accepted into a group - and that they would break their own rules to accept you.

My flatmates were taking part in an anti war performance thing this weekend. There was a play & a choir. The music was ridiculously complicated & written by an ex-fall member I'll have you know! So choir wise it was a little under-rehearsed, but the play - or part of the play was really good, I was astounded how well it was acted.

Before that there was a big fat american guy who blindfolded himself & did a very heartfely monologue about war and war like stuff. it was gripping & although i was very stoned was mesmorised by the whole thing & couldn't even bring myself to take the piss!

It was all very pretentious of course.

It was my turn to cook last night, it was MUCH more popular than my curry smoothies: TRIPLEOR SALAD. I am considering bringing out a cook book. Yes, it was 3 amazing salads. That's the problem with going to the shops BEFORE you decide what you are going to make. Anyway, all 3 salads were delicious although i didn't make enough again.

I forgot this from earlier in the week: Some guy phoned the house saying he was doing market research about the smacking of children - fair enough. Trouble is he went on a bit long - he asked me what i thought about caning, I said they didn't have caning at my school - but they did at my boyfriends school. He replied "Did they pull his knickers down and spank him like a naughty child?" - I gave the only response which is right and proper in this situation "Fuck off you dirty pervert!"

I suppose he was a dirty pervert - if not I believe he was abusing his position as a market researcher to it's full extent.

HELLO.

My god - just did a DJ audition for the radio - it's part of their music & radio festival. The rehearsal was really good but then 4 DJs came in & were watching me like a hawk for the real thing. I was so nervous it sounded like I had a pacemaker in my throat & I basically messed it up. I kept on repeating myself & completely lost track of where I was on the script.

Having said that - they said I had alot of petential, they said I ahd a niche as I'm a girl and wasn't doing the 'sexy girl' thing & giggling alot. One of them asked if I smoked alot of weed - that was probably in response to my mock interview in which I was interviewing an artist with a gammy hand, hmm. Seemed like a funny idea at the time - but the voice turned more & more into Jimmy Savle (now then). It was quite interesting, i hope I get a second audition cause I'd pace it alot better & say all the things I meant to say.

Mat Brown network associates came round to sort out the ADSL in my new flat - half an hour he said, Half an hour! It naturally took all afternoon well into the evening the poor bloke. Basically he was splitting out existing ADSL line into 4 so all the hosue could share it. unfortunately we're on the cheapo service so it's like using a modem. The guy who owns the line seemed a bit skeptical & said "wouldn't it be easier if we installed a second line" hmm, yes - if you call £16/month BT line rental + £25/month ADSL rental - £100 connection charge to BT & £60 ASDSL line conenction & up to a month wait easier - YES I SUPPOSE IT IS.

Germans.

Hmm - It's all getting a bit difficult to keep up with this blog. Particulary as i have no internet connection at he moment but mostly that I can't think of anything interesting to say.

My mind is constantly adled with the productivity of others. I haven't done a cartoon for AGES (although in fairness I've done alot of 'writing' for a possible animation)

No cartoons though - and I used to do absolutely millions, I don't really know what's changed. I guess I don't really have any grounding in my life at the moment, nothing to sink my teeth into.

I think the Local Girl animated sitcom could be a goer - as long as i don't have to animate it, that would be a disaster. I already have bullet pointed the pilot, It needs to be storyboarded & scripted I guess.

I had a good weekend, Motormark were playing upstarirs at the garage - they were their usual fantastic selves.

Watched loads of south parks with my flatmates last night, I feel I have brought a strange and melevolent force into the house in the shape of my computer. A once chatty household became hypnotised as south park after south park flashed up on the screen, when we got bored of that there was always family guy ;)

Later

C

Hello,

I've been sleeping terribly lately & inevitable got into work really late yesterday. My boss took me aside to ask if I was having any problems. I suppose I do have alot on my mind at the moment what with the move and all that. To be honest I was just up all night imagining how to lay out my new room. Then I had the idea of getting a loft bed! Even more space - I immediately went on the internet (baring it was gone 3) & started looking up about them. I always do this, I get an idea in my head and I can make a whole evening of it really - that's the trouble with being an internet demon.

Last night will very kindly moved the rest of my stuff in & I rightly took him out for dinner - a lovely morrocan place called 'Bar Bizarre' - we had 2 starters each instead of a main course. Had a great chat & then I went to my new flat. I was so tired but got chatting to one of my superbly cool flatmates. She was very interesting indeed & we have alot in common but i was itching to get started on my room. We wnded up chatting till 2 & I was knackered & decided to go straight to bed - ALAS, second wind & I was up again until god knows what time - I daren't look at the time :-/

This is getting really boring isn't it?

Moving - AGAIN. I really hate moving but this time it's been much more rewarding. The flat is still in a state but I have thrown away or charitied SO much - i am trying just to take the bare minimum. I've been a real hoarder but it's all got to go. Even books & records, I never read the books or listen to the records - GONE. I even had unpacked boxes from when i moved in a year and a half ago, best to forget about them really.

I've even given away some of my prized keyboards (I've kept a few though). I'm only really keeping computer stuff, recent books, audio stuff (although there's a hell of alot), stuff to sell (so tempting just to charity it) & a FEW old books.

I've even given the kitchen a really good scrub - there were aphids or something living there, that's my limit really.

Still loads to do :-/ Annie Hall is on. More dust tomorrow. I'm going to have to borrow the hoover form next door - ours is shit.

Weekend was great but too short. Friday night I saw coffee & cigarettes which boasts an amazing cast of Tom Waits, Bill Muway (IN JOKE), Iggy Pop, White Stripes & laods of other guys. It's a series of minuets based around the theme of coffee AND Cigarettes. The first half I found extremely boring - but then again i do have a very low attention span - the second half was really really good & funny, Bill Muway scene with the Wu Tan Clan was just awesome. Anyway - gogo see it, it's bound to be better than Alfie, right?

Why remake Alfie? How are you going to improve on it?

Are there any special effects?

NO

Are there any Matrix style camera shots?

NO

Is it going to be animated by Pixar or something?

NO

Ah right - I see, so you're going to change the LOCATION it was filmed in & cast a load of twats in it - riiight, I thought so. Well, you guys go without me, I'll wait until I'm extremely bored & depressed & get it on sky box office in about 2 years OR when I'm round my mates new girlfriends house who has absolutely no taste in films or ANYTHING & has decided to hire it - OR MAYBE, one of my mates will get given it at work for some reason & then I'll have to sit through it.

And then...

So after that I went round to my mates new house In some fucking wasteland in West London near Kensal Rise / Ladbroke Grove some area like that. I always slag off west london, it was actually prety nice and the flat was GORGE! really roomy & they had a roof gardem! Damn that's a good thing.

So we spent most of the night watching Big Train & getting really stoned.

We must have seemed like the worst drinkers ever, we bought all these Budvars, me and John had a sip out of one each & left them. The next morning - all the Sol's we'd put int he freezer had exploded and there was a beery sludge all over someones ice cream.

Never let a stoner do a drinkers job.

SO - next day, portabello market which is really good, loads of junk there. Bought another rainbow top.

Back to johns, had a big smoke on the roof. Weather was amazing, proper winter sun & warm enough for a tee shirt.

THEN - Stu just happened to be at his mates teabag near by, so I went there for more smokes. You see all this section is really brief cause I can't remember any of it cause I was SO STONED.

This bit I remember though: there was a party happening in Hackney - I made my way over & got to hackney for about 10.30 on the number 30 bus.

Oh shit - I left my bag on the cocking bus! (My excuse for this is that I already had a carrier bag on me so the weight was fine) RAN like a bastard after the bus - lost it. Went to hackney bus garage - they said "Nahhh - this is Arriva, you want Stagecoach, in hackney WICK" sounds nearby but it's like 3 miles away. Get on the 30 behind - she radios everyone - let's me wait on the bus while it terminates. bout 5 minutes later she gets a call back & someones got it!! She says it's on it's way to hackney wick bus garage. I decide to go right then as it has all my weed in it. Get on the 30 behind THAT - as it's going to hackney wick - shame is it's not going to the bus garage. I get off in hackney wick & try and get a bus that's going to the garage, none of them are!! Lots of black cabs going the other way but none of the cunts are stopping, probably cause they can see I'm going the wrong way. one stops evetually - takes me to the garage, the bus with my bag on it isn't due back for an hour and a half!!! Get the cab back to hackney central for the party - £20!! Got my bag back the next day, luck really seeing as it had my phone, gear, cheque book, PASSPORT, work pass etc etc in it - what a fool, what a fool I am.