my absent life
I must have made some bad choices in my life because I discovered an unknown joy last night.
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See, I won these free tickets to see The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse, which is cool enough, but after slugging it through the rain to get there in time my friend and I find it's in a production company office in Soho and that there is free food and booze. Including sushi, so uncommon in Britain anyway but here for free! Being able to recline in my comfy chair seat with a second glass of wine, plate of food beside me, as the strains of the League theme music started has got to rate high on my list of decadent experiences.
And the film didn't quite hit the mark and my shoes were still wet when it finished but it really didn't matter because I was in my happy littly tipsy world the experience was so lovely.
So I need to:
a) Become a journalist so I can get invited to these things all the time
b) Get a boyfriend* who gets invites to these things
c) Become contest-entering whore.
* possibly a wanker
Vote people!
I have been working on job applications this afternoon and now I am going to curl up with Christie for a good couple of hours. I went and joined the local library and was reckless in the crime/mystery section, so now I have Sparkle Hayter, Ian Rankin, Raymond Chandler and Ken Bruen to get through. Mystery novels are my number one way of relaxing.
This song is the sort of thing that creeps around at the edge of your consciousness and suddenly you're singing it and can't stop. The bridge is to die for. It's a song for summer.
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See, I won these free tickets to see The League of Gentlemen's Apocalypse, which is cool enough, but after slugging it through the rain to get there in time my friend and I find it's in a production company office in Soho and that there is free food and booze. Including sushi, so uncommon in Britain anyway but here for free! Being able to recline in my comfy chair seat with a second glass of wine, plate of food beside me, as the strains of the League theme music started has got to rate high on my list of decadent experiences.
And the film didn't quite hit the mark and my shoes were still wet when it finished but it really didn't matter because I was in my happy littly tipsy world the experience was so lovely.
So I need to:
a) Become a journalist so I can get invited to these things all the time
b) Get a boyfriend* who gets invites to these things
c) Become contest-entering whore.
* possibly a wanker
Vote people!
I have been working on job applications this afternoon and now I am going to curl up with Christie for a good couple of hours. I went and joined the local library and was reckless in the crime/mystery section, so now I have Sparkle Hayter, Ian Rankin, Raymond Chandler and Ken Bruen to get through. Mystery novels are my number one way of relaxing.
This song is the sort of thing that creeps around at the edge of your consciousness and suddenly you're singing it and can't stop. The bridge is to die for. It's a song for summer.