Month: February 2002

I’ve been listening to Air’s music from the film Virgin Suicides. I think it is the first time that a soundtrack has made me want to see a film (rather than a film making me want to buy the soundtrack). The music is hauntingly beautiful, and certainly as tragic as the film reviews suggest might be appropriate. As anyone seen the film? What did you think?
And on the subject of Air, go take a look at the 10,000Hz Legend site. I want a house like that.

There was a stag party in the pub last night, and inevitably perhaps, there was a stripper. She was easy to spot as soon as she came in – looking cold, looking for the party, and wrapped in a full length black leather coat. She was escorted to the party, and then left to carry out her performance, which involved wearing nothing other than a thong, and making a fool of the poor guy getting married, whilst his mates and numerous assorted sundry spectators looked on. All this to the bemusement of people (including myself) sitting at neighbouring tables.
I’ve always wondered – what the hell drives someone to be a stripper? I sincerely hope the money is good (she can’t have been in the pub for more than 15 minutes) – perhaps she can earn more for a fifteen minute performance than she could for a whole day of office temping.
Perhaps the most disturbing part was the guy who was escorting her. For all the world, he could have been her father. Whether he was or not, he had a very seedy air to him. But then I guess stripping is a seedy occupation.
And I have warned my mates that if ever I get married, if anyone arranges a stripper for my stag night, I’ll not be best pleased. Which was probably the wrong thing to tell them.

Beer tonight with Arron, Paul F, Paul C, Simon, Kearn, DA, Bren, Greg, Matt, Kev, Andrea, Caroline, Julie, Justin, Gary, Malcolm, Claudette (so long! good luck!), Ian, Sacha, Tanya and Jeremy with sightings of other regulars.
I’m very smiley.

I’ve constructed my new wine rack. It is now full. I need to buy another wine rack.
Meanwhile, I have a narrow shelf in my kitchen that is now empty. What should I do with it?

I am weak. Especially when I have my credit card in my hand. Today’s purchases:

• A new kitchen knife (Sabatier, of course)
• A wine rack
• A new oven glove (not very exciting, admittedly)
• A ladle (you’re on the edge of your seat now, aren’t you?)
• 10,000 Hz Legend/The Virgin Suicides by Air

Maybe I should hide it, or cut it up into little pieces.

Thoughts this afternoon are with my friend Sally. She’s been having a rough time lately, but there are a lot of people thinking about her and looking forward to seeing her again soon.

Sometimes life seems incredibly cruel and unjust. This is an example.

Something else I was trying to keep quiet.

Beer tonight with Kearn, Arron, Aris, Caroline, Julie, Malcolm, Peter, Paul F, Gary and Laura, with much mirth.
Sooooo tired.

It is extremely windy and gusty here today. So much so that it blew over a full 47kg propane gas cylinder.
I also have nothing much to talk about on here at the moment. Sorry. Check back later.