after my box office shift that seemed to go on for an aeon i joined steen at clwb ifor. i say joined, i actually passed him on my bike and got there before him, which made me feel very smug indeed. we were there for the joint prowess of ISLET and RIGHT HAND LEFT HAND, both i've seen before and both give me butterflies when i'm watching them: they are great! the instrument swapping, hypnotic primal yell of islet was a great compliment to the urgent looping and guitar hero seriousness of right hand left hand. i know i bang on but it must be said, rhodri viney is a genius. loads of people were out for the gig and the atmosphere was really warm and friendly. there were parties afoot but i was quite tired and steen and i sneaked out and headed off home.
sunday i was ushering for STAR TREK, an enjoyable romp that i'd seen before (with a very hot spock) and then SUNSHINE CLEANING, the new film from the people who did LITTLE MIS S SUNSHINE. this was another film that was firmly located in middle america, showing you a people that usually get dismissed by mainstream films. when it started i was worried it was going to be a bit cutesy, an ex-cheerleader who starts up a crime scene cleaning business with her sister and often having her geek-cute little boy in tow. the family-in-a-van thing had already been done with their previous film. instead it was really quite nuanced and the performances kept it from being too unbelievable and contrived. amy adams was wonderful in many scenes such as when she is confronted with a reunion of her former schoolmates who live a dull and privaleged life in sharp contrast with the desperation of her life scratching out the living of a single mum. the grisly pragmatic job of cleaning up after the dead is turned into a compassionate turn by people who care about making everything better.
monday was another gig night, this time in the dreaded buffalo. thankfully they have replaced that godawful logo projection with a series of ace little youtube films including an obama-mccain presidential dance off, bettie page 7 veils strip (my favourite bettie page video!) and the horrific murder scene from american history x. JOY OF SEX were on first, with a new line up but the same shy but ballsy blasts of angular guitar and lo fi drums (very lo fi in this case, the new member was only playing one drum and looked so young he resembled the little drummer boy). i finally got to use some of my accountancy knowledge when max announced "this one's called double entry and its not about sex..." "is it about accountancy?" i heckled. "yes!" he laughed, surprised i got the reference. score! i didn't go to nightclasses for nowt! in fact i used to guffaw every time the teacher announced that we were about to do some double entry only to be given death stares by the class. did no-one else find this funny? clearly not. i was too immature for a career as an accountant. next up was TARTUFI. my friend anne said she'd looked them up and was looking forward to it but i'd not heard of them. well, good call anne, they were great. an unfussy woman with a guitar and three mics and a drummer looping sounds into gathered, fevered intensity. i loved them. will bought the album and i bought a beautiful print their friend had made for them (5/20). MARNIE STERN was the main attraction though and what an attraction, a female guitar hero with uninhibited ability and fun. the songs were great pop punk numbers that got everyone dancing along and they had a great approachable air. a good night!
tuesday i went bowling on a bar cafe staff do. something was learnt that night: i am shit at bowling. i scored something awful like 21 versus the three figured heights of my colleagues. it was fun, but i felt like i was only starting to get it in the second to last shot. hmph. i watched phil and nims do their thang on the dance mat and admired (although i'm not sure that's quite the word) the ugly beauty of the red dragon centre. horrible horrible most horrible.
wednesday was JUNKET CLUB DAY! woohoo! these are always so much brilliant fun. we arrived at the insole court, a beautiful building rendered gothic by the storm that had descended upon cardiff. since it was the junket fete it was quite appropriate for it to be sunny with showers, lisa and ben had created a brilliant atmosphere as usual and will and i had numerous goes on jonny bull's tombola and even a roll at paul barnett's rolly ball thing and went along with mike bubbins' banter at play your cards right. a lovely bit of cake from anna ellis and a cup of tea from iain and leah and we were ready for a bit of comedy. bridget christie was on first with her tales of being a dogsbody at the daily mail. she was very good and had some brilliant observances on working on the hate rag though sometimes she overplayed it a little, i preferred it when she was just telling the tale and not relying on being too hammy. in the interval i talked to my friend chris and the two steens went to watch willie downie and nic amongst others get themselves into funny positions during giant twister. superclump was on next, the brilliant improv group comprising of a few cardiffian comics and some london based ones. they had some really inspired sketches, my favourites were the grown up storybook heroes (the boy from the snowman and the famous five) trying to solve "the mystery of the tiny door" that turned out to be a catflap and the kabuki performer who is searching for work in the recession. the junket club is so much fun and they do loads to make it special, it is a joy going every time. long may they reign!
thursday i was ushering for the BEYOND REPAIR dance company. the first performance was inspired by the women who helped the strikers in 1984 and was very measured and beautiful. the second performance i wasn't too keen on, it was a futuristic idea and felt a bit stylised and dated. i see so many established companies it was interesting to see a new young company that have not quite worked out their style yet.
on the sunday afternoon i had ushered for the entertaining but not in any way demanding NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 2 and the more effective PRIVATE LIVES OF PIPPA LEE. comparing them is like oranges and apples but pippa lee was a wonderful film. it could have been a cliche-ridden nightmare, a middle aged woman moves house and considers her worth and looks over her life but everyone in the cast were surprisingly wonderful (keanu reeves, winona ryder, who i usually can't watch without wanting to tear the screen apart) and it was shot in candy colours and the character of pippa was sort of a blank sheet trying to write and understand her life story so it avoided being chick flick snooze enducing. wonderful.
we had planned that weekend to be in borth for the square festival but will got asked to dj for the FAIRPLAY FESTIVAL so we stayed in cardiff instead. i was working on the friday night, sleepy on the saturday but on the door for sunday so had to turn up! we caught most of the brilliant CYMBIENT and then i played with my friend's gorgeous baby alice for about an hour whilst taking money from friends and strangers, all for a good cause. it was a lovely atmosphere and i was sad that i couldn't make the rest of the weekend. it was truly like a festival in a pub. peaceful progress peeps had decked it out with artwork and every aspect of it was thought through to give locals a taste of hippiedom. ace. it left me with a wonderful warm feeling and a love for my friends and a real sense of family in canton. well done fairplay!
24 Jul 2009
17 Jul 2009
explaining the 20th century
this week has mainly be filled with death, not an immediate member of the family (although my dog, fender sadly died last week) but during my cinema ushering shifts. through a cruel twist of fate i was ushering for BRIDGES OF TEREBITHIA and then KATYN three times in one week. by the end of this week all i want to do is watch comedies.
the BRIDGES OF TEREBITHIA was part of SCREEN SCHOOL. i'd not seen it but heard it was about kids who create a magical world. it was a lot less cgi laden than i had feared, the story mainly focussing on two bullied kids becoming friends and then going into the forest to build a treehouse and explore a make believe world they had created, their foes and heroes are clearly very real. it meandered along perfectly ok, a bit cheesey for me, but then i'm not 10 years old, it pleased me that the girls were ballsy and the situation seemed real. but was shocked at the end when *SPOILER ALERT* the little girl died! the kid came back from a museum visit to find his best friend dead! i thought he'd go to their magical place and she'd be there after all but she wasn't! the kids seemed to deal with this better than me. i spoke to the lecturer wynn thomas who said he'd chosen it because it was a mature film that would teach them about script writing and story.
the next day i was in for the long haul. i had a double shift of polish film KATYN, which i was also down for on my wednesday afternoon shift. it is the story of how the soviets killed 12,000 polish officers in world war two and blamed the nazis, the truth only coming out in the 1990s when peristroika open up the records. the majority of the army was made up of reservists: lawyers, doctors, engineers, professors; people who were needed to rebuild poland after the war so stalin decided that they were too valuable to live, that to increase the sense of chaos the soviet government could control he needed to execute them. director andrejz wadja is in his eighties and his father was one of those officers who just "disappeared", his mother believed till the day she died that one day he would come back to them and he wanted to tell the story of the massacre and the lie. the film expertly does both of these, showing a handful of families who lose people and try to cling on to some semblance of the truth. i suppose it is a kind of polish version of SCHINDLER'S LIST but without the hope at the end of escapees. anyone connected to the story who knew the truth was made to keep quiet or taken to the gulag for imprisonment or murdered. i was in pieces all three times. i kept thinking, "how do you explain this to children?" "how can we explain these crimes?" "why are they allowed to continue in countries like rwanda?" i was in a spin all week. some scenes were so painfully and brutally beautiful: the smoke obscuring the view in the first scene where the country becomes invaded on two sides; the washing away of the bloody in the factory-line style asassination chamber; the sandy earth being bulldozed over the bodies in the mass grave; the blank pages of the diary after the death of the officers.
i was very glad to get to work with casey and ewan again, to escape from there. i went to the museum where they were filming the rapey monster scenes. it sounds dark but was in fact wonderfully funny, i have had many ed wood moments on this shoot. mainly i was helping leah do some clean up and wrangling one of the reds behind the monster in the cave. there were museum staff on hand who were very helpful and nice. on a monday, when the museum is closed they do a stock take to make sure things haven't been tampered with and need to leave all the lights and videos running so it was wonderfully surreal being in the fibre glass cave and hearing a disembodied voice on a loop telling me about the ice age. every so often casey's voice directing chrissy the rapey monster would be drowned out by the woosh of the wind and the roar of a wooly mammouth. it was great! but we got very wet on the way home. i clearly need to re-waterproof my waterproof coat.
since the weather was so awful we spent a lot of nights in and i kept hankering for escape: romantic comedies, silly films. i made steen watch SINGING IN THE RAIN against his will but i think he quite enjoyed it. i laugh at donald o'connor's mugging in "make em laugh" and swoon at gene kelly every time i see it but i think steen was a bit bored. musical hater! the peak of silly films was reached on sunday night after getting back from work and finding brit com CONFETTI on tv. i was flicking around and saw the bloke that isn't david mitchell from MITCHELL AND WEBB with his knob out and kept watching. as it was bbc there were no adverts to break the spell and i ended up watching the whole thing. it was very high concept, a wedding magazine does a special on unusual weddings and pits three obsessions against each other to win a dream home: naturists, tennis and musicals. the musicals are clearly going to win the prize all the way through and the tennis pair were horrible and quite funny but the naturists were really sweet and nice and i really wanted them to win. steen didn't watch this with me but he said later he'd seen it in the cinema to see the lady from PEEP SHOW with her clothes off, so i found it funny that we'd been drawn to it for similar reasons.
another way to shake off the horror of the 20th century was pure escapism in the form of HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE. i have no shame in liking harry potter, it doesn't make me an idiot and it doesn't make me a weirdo goth doing reenactment dressing up like a witch, either. i read the first book from a recommendation to keep my brain reading something light when i was on a break in the middle of my final exams at uni and quite enjoyed it. its not serious, its a kids book. you do get drawn in but i get drawn in by all sorts of things (archers plotlines, for example) but i'm not about to start calling actors by their character names in the street or anything. sorry if i sound defensive, i've had 10 years of ridicule. anyway, the film was all right. i wouldn't really care too much if it wasn't, i just want to see how it looks in someone else's head. i still have a problem with harry and hermione, in my head they were nowhere near as posh sounding as they are on screen but there we are, generally its very close to the book, the only one i've really hated has been the first one cos it was chris columbus directing and i find his stuff overly glossy, sluggish, mawkish, generally many kinds of "ish".
to finish off my week i've been reading jane fondas' autobiography MY LIFE SO FAR. i meant to go and see her speak at hay festival a couple of years ago when this came out, i've always liked jane fonda (stemming from a childhood obsession with BARBARELLA) and although its chocablock with californian therapy speak its really very candid and an good read. she's an interesting lady who has lived an interesting life. ah, well a week later since all that began i'm starting to feel a little heavy with the weight of all that history but i am very glad i was able to see KATYN.
the BRIDGES OF TEREBITHIA was part of SCREEN SCHOOL. i'd not seen it but heard it was about kids who create a magical world. it was a lot less cgi laden than i had feared, the story mainly focussing on two bullied kids becoming friends and then going into the forest to build a treehouse and explore a make believe world they had created, their foes and heroes are clearly very real. it meandered along perfectly ok, a bit cheesey for me, but then i'm not 10 years old, it pleased me that the girls were ballsy and the situation seemed real. but was shocked at the end when *SPOILER ALERT* the little girl died! the kid came back from a museum visit to find his best friend dead! i thought he'd go to their magical place and she'd be there after all but she wasn't! the kids seemed to deal with this better than me. i spoke to the lecturer wynn thomas who said he'd chosen it because it was a mature film that would teach them about script writing and story.
the next day i was in for the long haul. i had a double shift of polish film KATYN, which i was also down for on my wednesday afternoon shift. it is the story of how the soviets killed 12,000 polish officers in world war two and blamed the nazis, the truth only coming out in the 1990s when peristroika open up the records. the majority of the army was made up of reservists: lawyers, doctors, engineers, professors; people who were needed to rebuild poland after the war so stalin decided that they were too valuable to live, that to increase the sense of chaos the soviet government could control he needed to execute them. director andrejz wadja is in his eighties and his father was one of those officers who just "disappeared", his mother believed till the day she died that one day he would come back to them and he wanted to tell the story of the massacre and the lie. the film expertly does both of these, showing a handful of families who lose people and try to cling on to some semblance of the truth. i suppose it is a kind of polish version of SCHINDLER'S LIST but without the hope at the end of escapees. anyone connected to the story who knew the truth was made to keep quiet or taken to the gulag for imprisonment or murdered. i was in pieces all three times. i kept thinking, "how do you explain this to children?" "how can we explain these crimes?" "why are they allowed to continue in countries like rwanda?" i was in a spin all week. some scenes were so painfully and brutally beautiful: the smoke obscuring the view in the first scene where the country becomes invaded on two sides; the washing away of the bloody in the factory-line style asassination chamber; the sandy earth being bulldozed over the bodies in the mass grave; the blank pages of the diary after the death of the officers.
i was very glad to get to work with casey and ewan again, to escape from there. i went to the museum where they were filming the rapey monster scenes. it sounds dark but was in fact wonderfully funny, i have had many ed wood moments on this shoot. mainly i was helping leah do some clean up and wrangling one of the reds behind the monster in the cave. there were museum staff on hand who were very helpful and nice. on a monday, when the museum is closed they do a stock take to make sure things haven't been tampered with and need to leave all the lights and videos running so it was wonderfully surreal being in the fibre glass cave and hearing a disembodied voice on a loop telling me about the ice age. every so often casey's voice directing chrissy the rapey monster would be drowned out by the woosh of the wind and the roar of a wooly mammouth. it was great! but we got very wet on the way home. i clearly need to re-waterproof my waterproof coat.
since the weather was so awful we spent a lot of nights in and i kept hankering for escape: romantic comedies, silly films. i made steen watch SINGING IN THE RAIN against his will but i think he quite enjoyed it. i laugh at donald o'connor's mugging in "make em laugh" and swoon at gene kelly every time i see it but i think steen was a bit bored. musical hater! the peak of silly films was reached on sunday night after getting back from work and finding brit com CONFETTI on tv. i was flicking around and saw the bloke that isn't david mitchell from MITCHELL AND WEBB with his knob out and kept watching. as it was bbc there were no adverts to break the spell and i ended up watching the whole thing. it was very high concept, a wedding magazine does a special on unusual weddings and pits three obsessions against each other to win a dream home: naturists, tennis and musicals. the musicals are clearly going to win the prize all the way through and the tennis pair were horrible and quite funny but the naturists were really sweet and nice and i really wanted them to win. steen didn't watch this with me but he said later he'd seen it in the cinema to see the lady from PEEP SHOW with her clothes off, so i found it funny that we'd been drawn to it for similar reasons.
another way to shake off the horror of the 20th century was pure escapism in the form of HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE. i have no shame in liking harry potter, it doesn't make me an idiot and it doesn't make me a weirdo goth doing reenactment dressing up like a witch, either. i read the first book from a recommendation to keep my brain reading something light when i was on a break in the middle of my final exams at uni and quite enjoyed it. its not serious, its a kids book. you do get drawn in but i get drawn in by all sorts of things (archers plotlines, for example) but i'm not about to start calling actors by their character names in the street or anything. sorry if i sound defensive, i've had 10 years of ridicule. anyway, the film was all right. i wouldn't really care too much if it wasn't, i just want to see how it looks in someone else's head. i still have a problem with harry and hermione, in my head they were nowhere near as posh sounding as they are on screen but there we are, generally its very close to the book, the only one i've really hated has been the first one cos it was chris columbus directing and i find his stuff overly glossy, sluggish, mawkish, generally many kinds of "ish".
to finish off my week i've been reading jane fondas' autobiography MY LIFE SO FAR. i meant to go and see her speak at hay festival a couple of years ago when this came out, i've always liked jane fonda (stemming from a childhood obsession with BARBARELLA) and although its chocablock with californian therapy speak its really very candid and an good read. she's an interesting lady who has lived an interesting life. ah, well a week later since all that began i'm starting to feel a little heavy with the weight of all that history but i am very glad i was able to see KATYN.
10 Jul 2009
moving in, moving up
the week started well, with another adventure to bristol. it was a dark and stormy night, the weather had broken at last and it broke with aplomb. after all this hot weather it felt almost pleasant to be in a thunder storm by the sea, it feels very appropriate looking out of the portholes in a boat on a night like this. we were in the THEKLA to see ST VINCENT on the promotional tour for her new album, "actor". the thekla is a wonderful venue for intimate gigs and it was with a bubble of excitement that we went downstairs to discover a wall of warm noise from THIS IS MY NORMAL STATE. going down the harsh metal steps of the boat was like descending into a different realm, the echoing vocals pulling you into a subterranean world. the female japanese singer on stage sang trance-like, channelling the stylings of sigur ros accompanied by a cellist and grungey guitar loops. it was a magical moment and when they finished and the lights came up i felt like i had been woken up from a blurry dream. for the first band on to have this effect is rare and precious and made me curiously excited for what was to come. a couple of cans of strongbow was to come next, folllowed by the beautiful psyche folk of BLUE ROSES. she seemed nervous as she took the stage but the nerves slipped away when she began playing, first on the piano and then acoustic guitar. these were hypnotic, meaningful songs with dreamy melodies sometimes harmonised with her violinist but often alone, speaking to a spurned lover with sorrow and hope. a little wait for ST VINCENT and we're getting anxious. bristol is a great place, with a great number of venues and ace promoters but a shit train timetable. its pushing 10pm and we're going to have to leave at 10.40pm to get the last train. people get on stage and get off stage, she is testing the mics from off stage so a disembodied annie clark voice trills over the dj. and we wait. this is not her fault but it does mean that we miss the end of her set as she doesn't come on till 10.15pm. arse. but what we do see is an amazing musician playing around with vocoders and effects pedals without detracting from the powerful melodies that have you humming her songs down the street for weeks. live she comes off as far warmer than the porcelain, chastising voice that dominates her album "marry me". i was expecting someone far more poised and cold but found her friendly and coltish on stage. she engaged with the audience to the extent that she turned her routine into a impromptu stand up routine when technical difficulties struck. standouts from the set were the powerful "now, now" the sarcastic "marry me" and the mesmerizing "the strangers". turning to run for the train with pained expressions on our faces we will definitely be catching ST VINCENT and indeed everyone on the bill, next time they come to town.
tuesday was PANEL 9 FROM OUTER SPACE day! the boys from the DRONES comedy club in CHAPTER (whom i never get to see cos i'm always downstairs in the other bar) have a panel game and it is a lot of fun. clint, dan and laura bryon are the regulars and joined by guest comics, this month being spencer mcgarry, huw evans and some bloke also called dan (who i thought was rubbish but turned out to be dan glyn who is very famous for doing a very good kids programme on s4c - maybe he's a better writer than performer...). as with most comedy its pointless telling you how good it was without telling you the jokes, which always sound awful when written down and repeated. rest assured, it was a good time and i laughed a lot. huw tended to whitter on about peados, spencer was a comedy natural (he's like this in real life, i can vouch for his comedy chops) and clint was sardonic as always. my friend anwen even got to win a book that from the front cover looked like bill bailey in a hitchhikers' guide scenario.
wednesday i ushered for FRENCH FILM, a sub-richard curtis "comedy" that wasted wonderful acting talents with its poor script. the story is of an urbane posh london journalist is doing a piece on a director of romantic french films and it makes him think about the romance in his own life. everyone in this film (whether they are employed or not) seems to have very swish apartments in the heart of london with gardens and well designed furniture. they partner swap and the urbane journalist talks a lot. remind you of someone? this whole plot could have been lifted from a woody allen but the silly "oh arn't we everso english, it'll turn out in the end" script was pure richard curtis and also reminded me of THIS YEARS LOVE and that spate of sub-FOUR WEDDINGS films that came out in the 90s. it was pretty dire. the cast were very good: hugh bonneville, anne marie duff, douglas henshall, victoria hamilton in the lead roles and it seemed to me to be such a shame that we're still making films like this. some moments in the film i could just see the script written in front of me, which is obviously a very bad sign. the saving grace was eric cantona playing the film director that the journalist is obsessed with, he seemed to be the only one having fun.
thursday was will's day off work that week so we did a blitz on the house. will moved in at the start of the month but the first week we were busy with casey's video and this was the first day we'd had to really put stuff away properly. when he temporarily lived with me last year we kept stuff here so there was just cds and a few books to put up and clothes. ah yes, the clothes. i already have too many clothes and two wardrobes (comes of filling up two wardrobes in my previous house) so we had to do some moving around of furniture to make room for more storage. we mostly just put amalgomated our badge collection and put these badges on a curtain. lazy! but it was an enjoyable job and got us talking about other things we were going to change around. very exciting! in the early evening we made a tasty italian style pasta meal with lots of red wine. then continued to drink the bottle and another. then went to the FUWCH GOCH POP QUIZ and drank another bottle each. wankered. i haven't been so drunk since, um, the last pop quiz. we came third AGAIN! and went to DEMPSEYS for afters but still had loads of fun apart from the guilt at realising that i'd given a couple of wrong answers (in the picture round mistook miles davis' bitches brew for miles smiles and said it was the doors' la woman instead of strange days. ooooh the shame). i felt awful but happy the next day. the next two days in fact. ooof. i had some great soup in CHAPTER on the friday for lunch which perked me up, a very creamy tomato. you know when you taste something and it seems like the best thing you've ever tasted? well, that was my experience and rounded the week off nicely.
tuesday was PANEL 9 FROM OUTER SPACE day! the boys from the DRONES comedy club in CHAPTER (whom i never get to see cos i'm always downstairs in the other bar) have a panel game and it is a lot of fun. clint, dan and laura bryon are the regulars and joined by guest comics, this month being spencer mcgarry, huw evans and some bloke also called dan (who i thought was rubbish but turned out to be dan glyn who is very famous for doing a very good kids programme on s4c - maybe he's a better writer than performer...). as with most comedy its pointless telling you how good it was without telling you the jokes, which always sound awful when written down and repeated. rest assured, it was a good time and i laughed a lot. huw tended to whitter on about peados, spencer was a comedy natural (he's like this in real life, i can vouch for his comedy chops) and clint was sardonic as always. my friend anwen even got to win a book that from the front cover looked like bill bailey in a hitchhikers' guide scenario.
wednesday i ushered for FRENCH FILM, a sub-richard curtis "comedy" that wasted wonderful acting talents with its poor script. the story is of an urbane posh london journalist is doing a piece on a director of romantic french films and it makes him think about the romance in his own life. everyone in this film (whether they are employed or not) seems to have very swish apartments in the heart of london with gardens and well designed furniture. they partner swap and the urbane journalist talks a lot. remind you of someone? this whole plot could have been lifted from a woody allen but the silly "oh arn't we everso english, it'll turn out in the end" script was pure richard curtis and also reminded me of THIS YEARS LOVE and that spate of sub-FOUR WEDDINGS films that came out in the 90s. it was pretty dire. the cast were very good: hugh bonneville, anne marie duff, douglas henshall, victoria hamilton in the lead roles and it seemed to me to be such a shame that we're still making films like this. some moments in the film i could just see the script written in front of me, which is obviously a very bad sign. the saving grace was eric cantona playing the film director that the journalist is obsessed with, he seemed to be the only one having fun.
thursday was will's day off work that week so we did a blitz on the house. will moved in at the start of the month but the first week we were busy with casey's video and this was the first day we'd had to really put stuff away properly. when he temporarily lived with me last year we kept stuff here so there was just cds and a few books to put up and clothes. ah yes, the clothes. i already have too many clothes and two wardrobes (comes of filling up two wardrobes in my previous house) so we had to do some moving around of furniture to make room for more storage. we mostly just put amalgomated our badge collection and put these badges on a curtain. lazy! but it was an enjoyable job and got us talking about other things we were going to change around. very exciting! in the early evening we made a tasty italian style pasta meal with lots of red wine. then continued to drink the bottle and another. then went to the FUWCH GOCH POP QUIZ and drank another bottle each. wankered. i haven't been so drunk since, um, the last pop quiz. we came third AGAIN! and went to DEMPSEYS for afters but still had loads of fun apart from the guilt at realising that i'd given a couple of wrong answers (in the picture round mistook miles davis' bitches brew for miles smiles and said it was the doors' la woman instead of strange days. ooooh the shame). i felt awful but happy the next day. the next two days in fact. ooof. i had some great soup in CHAPTER on the friday for lunch which perked me up, a very creamy tomato. you know when you taste something and it seems like the best thing you've ever tasted? well, that was my experience and rounded the week off nicely.
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