Entries tagged with updateyness

Current Location: round and about
Current Music: marianne faithfull - easy come, easy go

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talltell recall redux remorseless in fact Rs all round.

Since last week, well; last Saturday i was sent home because of the high water but it was funny as a family hunkered down in the shop and scowled at the traffic warden (who had just nabbed them for a ticket) and were hoping he’d get hit by lightning. Luminous yellow jacket flaring under the cobalt blue/grey sky.

Similar thing on the Wednesday as the heavens poured thunder and i was helping on a stall and the mum of one the girls there started carrying away a metal clothes rail and it was a total “Nooooooo!!!...” slo-mo moment for everyone – well except for a certain Ms R. un-fussed as ever. Called me “You elusive man, you.” though and i really am a sucker for such retro-sounding compliments.

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Current Mood: calm
Current Location: an octopus's garden
Current Music: aimee mann - charmer

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this charming mann

yes it's youtube - but what's a wytch to do? and all credit to the uploader.

well, anyway - i am very happy to know that aimee mann's new album 'charmer' comes out in september (plug, plug), new music from the mann is always a good thing. pardon my gush.

oh well, yeah, ok, updatey whining includes; floods, landslides and dams bursting but you know, whatever. takes more than that to faze a tip-top, stiff upper lipped britisher like me!

*sobs*

Current Mood: busy
Current Location: going round and round the houses
Current Music: kate bush and brian eno

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to be or not to be... a Cardassian drug mule

Not content with poisoning the minds of tiny children with a wacky tutelage of Shakespeare and Space Aleens I have of late (wherefore I know not) begun to narrow my eyes and turn my evil attentions to what one might call the Senior Service (and here in Limey-land, as Burroughs once cracked, “the only good service is senior service”).

To whit (and not a groat less) – my potential career as a Botox smuggler. Yes, folks, right here.
Justly renowned for my zombie chicken neck and a certain resemblance to Gul Dukat, the medical powers that be, clearly worried by my habit of headbutting my own knees, have decided to take matters (that is my neck) into their own hands and inject the sucker with Botox! Yes, Botox! I am to have a neck as smooth as a baby’s bottom or Cliff Richard’s forehead! Thus, they say, will my droopy head be cured and once more stand proud and erect and – madam stop that snorting!
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