I watched Milk tonight. A must-see film that had me weeping quite a few times throughout it! Sean Penn was ACE.
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From the monthly archives:
January 2009
Oh. My dog died last night. :(
She was 17! Also a moody little bitch in her old age, but always a sweetie. Bless! She’ll be in doggy heaven now… Here she is in the bath!
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I spent yesterday in bounce mode, being entirely consumed with excitement over seeing Grace Jones. Met up with Row at The Roundhouse for dinner (lamb shoulder, yum), before Evs turned up. Grace Jones’ son was playing with his band – Trybez. They were quite odd, singing in a mixture of English, French & Spanish. It was all a bit Black Eyed Peas, but her son is most definitely hot. It was great that she was playing at quite a small venue – much more intimate and the sound was perfect.
She was her usual, crazy self, as was expected. She had a costume change for every single song! It was ridiculous. Most of the hats (by Philip Treacy) were crazy too, and we were treated to odd Grace-isms in between songs, most notably the repetition of “Ohh yeah, make me wet! Make me wet! Make me WET!” I managed to sneak my camera in which I was so pleased about as I got to capture all of the outfits! The crowd was so mixed, although notably full of queers. Lots of dapper gentlemen and funky women. The whole set was so amazingly creative, like a stage show as well as a music concert. I think it’s probably the best gig that I’ve ever been to…
At this point Grace was wearing what can only be described as a glitter hat. A huge spotlight was above her, creating this incredibly beautiful light refraction that dazzled around the venue, all the while she was singing Love Is The Drug.
These last few were taken during the last song, the title track to her new album, Hurricane. It was so incredibly epic and beautiful! After Pull Up To The Bumper the stage got flooded with people whilst confetti exploded from the ceiling. Oh, what a night…
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Phew. I seem to have got caught up in a whirlwind over the weekend, and only found the energy to try and articulate the words to sum up all that has happened. I had a really fun, excessive weekend. I had an awful job interview on Friday for a company that I have no intention of working for. I practically ran out of the door when he offered me a goodbye handshake. I spent the evening running around Shoreditch etc., in random pubs with L & E, ending up at The Joiners’ Arms which was so full it was ridiculous. There were a few funny incidents before we headed home for famous Brick Lane bagels and watching Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse Of The Heart in French. Spent Saturday afternoon stuffing my face at Yo! Sushi by St. Pauls with E & C. None of us had ever been into St. Pauls and promptly realised why when it costs £11, just to get into a cathedral! Went to the Tate and sat in the nice VIP bar with a glass of vino, before travelling back to Brighton on Saturday night with a god awful cold, thinking, I must get into bed.
Which did not happen. I forgot it was a friend’s birthday party which was incredibly messy. I have a huge blackout spot from about 4-7am. Thankfully I’ve not given myself enough time to even consider thinking about what happened, so I am not feeling too ashamedly disgusted with myself for allowing myself to get into such states. Such states that haven’t occured for so long! This is what happens when free alcohol flies into my mouth. Returned home at about 8am, slept for two or three hours before remembering that I was supposed to meet someone for lunch. The kind of situation that I couldn’t really cancel. Had a really nice lunch (sushi again! I am Coupon King – 40% off!), before getting snuggly watching Death Becomes Her (a classic!).
What with my new back-to-front body clock we decided to have breakfast at 10pm and then found ourselves playing Fag Shot Pea Shot (which is as easy as it sounds: cigarette [for those that smoke], shot of your choice, pee [except it's a pea], then shot. Repeat.) We found ourselves at the scary Honeyclub just because it was BOGOF on drinks, and then Legends, where we were finally kicked out at 4am. For a game of Fag Shot Pea Shot everyone (bar one!) was in a reasonably sensible state, mostly giggling incessantly like school kids, which was nice. Walked home in the pouring rain, chatted in bed for a bit, before falling asleep in someone’s warmth. Had minimal sleep, again, and spent yesterday in a coughing fit, mostly tidying and dying from asthma pains and the Snot Demon. Finally had a good night’s sleep (THIRTEEN hours! My average is normally about 5, so that’s a great achievement!) and woke up today feeling mildly refreshed, despite sounding like Dot Cotton.
Today was stressful. I had some irritating complications with my financial situation, which had me spending about two hours on the phone to retards demanding to sort it out. It’s also been difficult organising my birthday adventure because I’m relying on people to pay their part for the house, and it’s difficult co-ordinating another nine people who are equally elusive/evasive when I’m under pressure to book it ASAP. Anyway, things have been sorted (thanks to advice from the Mothership) and weight has been lifted. I have been organising the entertainment – which is, essentially like organising entertainment for children. Top of the list is a water park, bowling (part of the Gay Bowling adventures), an animal park (so I can feed pigs & goats, yay), Monkey World…
Anyway, now I’m waffling. Must get on with some work. Here’s some photos from the weekend:
Beautiful Eva
A rather funny image. Perhaps printing these out is an option?
The special shoe tree of Shoreditch.
Dominique Gonzalez-Foerster’s giant spider at the Tate Modern.
Camilla, perhaps less than impressed with the giant spider?
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