Bellez-moi

Work that bad?

Evidently. We've resorted to drinking radioactive waste for kicks when the working day is done.

-- Posted from my iPhone

Je suis allée a Old Street et j'ai acheté

On Sunday I went out and purchased the above...

Or there's your close up :-p

Mammy C even got what Maddison and I thought was a quite, quite dead watch to work. Turns out it's a winder. It must be her thrifty Irish ways.

I have also had a hair cut. Having had a trim for the last year I asked for 1.5 inches off and said the words, "edgy" and "choppy", in the same sentence. Perhaps "Scarlett Johansson" was in there too. With "Lily Allen" thrown in for good measure. The result is growing on me. I think perhaps I have over-reacted a little but there is definitely a LOT less hair today than I had yesterday. However, at work it is a resounding success. Apparently you can see my face now which seems to be a good thing. I think perhaps some purchasing of wax is in order to keep the layers apart. Oh and backcoming to ras.

Have also caught up with the Culture Show (heart you). Only downsides being:

a - The BBC saw fit to let Toby Young have his own little segment

b - Said segment entailed him and Cosmo Landesman (hate you) in the same room at the same time on their own rendering the whole experience even more infuriating than when I read the film review section of the Sunday Times Culture magazine.

Vintage tea for two

With one of my favourite ladies. Bizarrely a teapot I only showed to Monsieur b yesterday as a "where I go this goes" declaration yesterday is on the next table. It was a wedding gift to my grandparents. Nice.

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Burglarised

Lindsay! When the hell did you break in to my room for some trumped up style shoot?

"Shoes and props, Lindsay's own" liar!

Mauvaise Humeur

I was in a good mood. Now, inexplicably (well, the explanation is I overthink things and put myself in a bad mood. So basically inexplicably) in a foul mood. So when I was in a good mood I made my way over to Herr Poncetastique's site for some Paper Heart interview action.

(Half an hour has now passed since I first started writing this. Long conversations with old friends cheers you up. Factoid)

Truc

At the moment I am very much enjoying stuff. Stuff I like of late:

❤ The above photo

I would very much like her hair. Taken from Tim Burton's latest shoot. Alas, I am yet to find it in the shops. Sadface.

❤ simplycryptic.blogspot.com

He finds good photos. Some are little on the grotesque side mind.

❤ Pillowcases

I could buy these....but I reckon if I set my mind to it - and with a lot of patience - I reckon I could make some too. Perhaps that will be my xmas gifts to everyone. Hand embroidered pillowcases. Then they really will think I've totally lost the plot...

❤ Wedding Dresses

Or more specifically, browsing the internet looking at them for someone who is not really my friend and who will never know I have even browsed. It's quite fun though. Things I have learned: You can get beautiful dresses made for you in China for next to nothing. Mangey old dresses are described as vintage and the price doubled, even if it is an 80s disaster. They can be so expensive that they would equal the current deficit of Zimbabwe.

❤ Blogs/Blogging/Generally

So I can't really work out this follow malarkey on blogger (But I can outfox the IT dept and install the requisite program that "couldn't be installed" on Macs/iPhones for work. Outfox is obviously a very loose term. I think I can safely say that my boss is the winner on that one). I tend to just favourite the blogs I like - an ever increasing list of whimsy. It also means that for the people that were clever and used Tumblr from the off it doesn't clash with my Blogger. I mean I think it won't clash. I am unable to say for sure as I don't understand it at the outset. To get to the point (eventually, eventually) I follow a lovely lady who seems to be East London based. She has a plethora of photos of herself on her blog and whilst wandering around Somerset House the other weekend I thought I spotted her. I didn't say hello because I don't know her - I followed link after link and finally arrived at her blog. Later in the week she blogged and confirmed my suspicions. I left her a message saying I saw her but I don't know her and I had spotted (NOT stalked) her. Apparently I had made her day. That was nice. It's rare that I ever make anyone's day I think.

The newest blog I have found is a girl in NZ. She is so much fun that I think perhaps fun people is just a NZ thing. What's not to love about a 50s housewife party?

❤ The Citizens Band

Looks like lots of fun.

❤ Teapots

This is nothing new. I love teapots. However, on my journey home the Lite had a box on one of the pages recommending teapots. One of them was polka dots (lovely) and could be personalised (even more lovely. Imagine a teapot just for you with a message like, "You drink too much tea", or something). Price: £50 + £1 for each letter of your message. I looked at me tootsies and thought about how that is over half what I paid to have a tea pot on me permanently. Of late, I have turned over a new leaf. I am no longer the spender I was. So with the power of the internets I found a teapot which is even more exciting. Luckily for all my friends I am quite aware of my artistic restrictions and will not be throwing this in with the pillowcases for xmas. But still. If you were that way inclined and you had just moved house wouldn't it be fun to have a housewarming/crockery painting party? Obviously the painting would have to be done in the day, before the hardcore drugs, alcohol and bitches turned up.

❤ Monster Munch Packets

Old monster munch are back. And to celebrate they're giving away t shirts with the collection of monster munch packets. Fortunately I do not have a monster munch addiction that must be curbed (just pretty underwear, phizzy pig tails and teapots) but Monsieur B takes one for the team and eats them at quite an alarming rate. I know he gets no joy from it. He sits there, eating them, looking me in the eye, unblinkingly, saying (spraying monster munch obviously) "This brings me no joy Mademoiselle B. You've pushed me to this". And I nod happily thinking about how when the pristine old school monster munch t shirt comes through the door I'm going to hack it to bits with some scissors safe in the knowledge that if it all goes wrong I'll just buy another 12 pack and make him chow his way through those too.

Je suis Alan Sugar

Above = Exciting

Dizzee Rascal: I am disgusted that you have compromised the goodness of Dirty Cash. Even if you do use the words screw face.

I went in a Porsche yesterday. It was quite fun. A little uncomfortable. But then it had been a champagne evening. And oysters. Fingers crossed I win the lottery tonight. I could get quite accustomed to that lifestyle.

Someone asked me why I keep a blog the other day. My reply was that I am insanely forgetful and so it is important that I remember somehow. Also something that is troubling me is my Mac is running at 100% but it has only been on 2 days and it isn't running that many processes. Hmm.

Worrisome times.

These are indeed worrisome times. Frilly nautical knickers.

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The great thing about Borders

Is that you can treat it like a library. Especially when you find a Tim Walker book unsealed for once.

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Une Semaine

❤ Florence and the Machine

So it was with much luck that I trundled out of Westfield unscathed. Know this however - Topshop in there is sick. Possibly better than Oxford Street as it's not so overwhelming that you have to be totally mentally prepared to even walk in the door. Once I'd escaped the clutches of all that Communists probably despise (if ever there was a place crying out for an anti-capitalism bombing it's there) I went to the Empire for lush Florence-ness. There is no doubt that the girl can sing. And I am as in love with her as ever, that is for sure. However, there was a strange disconnect with the audience. No one was going bananas (apart from 2 gay guys who were dancing like extras out of a Eurotrash Human Traffic - I wanted to marry one), there was no one dripping with sweat, people weren't fearing for their safety because of spectators elbowing their way to the front in order to be squashed right against the railings and all in all it was a rather odd affair. I only really went bonkers during the encore which saddened me. Oh well. Guess I'll have to go and see her again.

Although she does make me rather impulsive. I bought a t shirt, cut it up and added a cape. It is my best invention so far. I also dyed my hair red. It didn't go brilliantly. More a red root/black rest of hair scenario. Whilst the dye was on my head I also has the words, "What the fuck have I done?", repeating constantly in my head. In hindsight perhaps next time I'll let the hairdresser strip my hair out first.

❤ Point Break

All you need to know is the following:

Prince Charles Cinema - Balans - Red Wine - We'll get him when he comes back in....He's not coming back - Standing Ovations - Shoutalong Quotes - DON'T YOU KNOW? I AM AN F. B. I. AGENT

❤ Curried friends

Neale forgot to book a table so we didn't end up eating til half ten. Coupled with £7 bottles of wine in the Wetherspoons it meant that we ended up eating 7 things for £7 (starter, poppadom, naan, chutney, curry, rice and I forget what the 7th thing was cos I thought I was gonna puke) and being the quintessential British late night lager lout in a curry house. And it was a whole lot of fun. The only thing that made me a bit sad face is we had just set foot in L-Town and my friend got stick for her clothes - skinny jeans, top and a scarf. It merely serves to remind me why the I stay away from the town centre. It depresses me beyond belief that a friend who comes to see me is abused before she even has a drink inside her and I am not even shocked because I am generally on the receiving end.

❤ Back Up

I have free-ed up shed loads of space on my Mac by putting about 100g worth of stuff (maybe more) on to an external HD. It also meant I cleansed my iTunes which was quite a cathartic experience. And a little bit geeky.

❤ Pigeon

Pigeons keep flying in to our windows thinking they are clouds (we think. We're not pigeons. Who knows what goes on inside the head of a pigeon. Not watch out for the window evidently) at such speed that they kill themselves and end up on our front lawn. I think this is hilarious. My sister thinks this is hilarious. I imagine Dad thinks it's hilarious although he is on clean up duty so maybe not so much. Mum does not see the funny side. No matter how many times I repeat it and laugh and ring relatives and tell them and we all laugh together.

❤ Exciting

Somewhere in the cosmos exists a large drawing of me on brown paper that has grand plans made for it. EEEXXXCCCCIIITTTTTIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG