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I now have time off work at the end of January so that I can go to Berlin & see the And One/State Machine gig. Oh happy days! :D
Last time I saw And One play was at the Doomsday festival in Dresden, Germany, & they were fantastic. It's true that I'm not overly enamoured with their latest album, but on the whole it's a good CD. Just isn't really their best imho. But I doubt Steve Naghavi would give a toss about my opinion anyway. Still, they're a fantastic live band, & I missed them when they played London at Elektrofest 2002, as I was prancing about LA-LA Land at the time, modelling for creepy twats. No such problem this time around, as I've managed to fit work around the gig.
Speaking of work, it's going well, with the regional loss prevention officer asking me if I'd be interested in a promotion to his department, on account of me impressing him with my - ahem - "confidence & knowledge" on training day.
In other words, I was being a mouthy, cocky git, who seemed to know far more about thieves & skagheads than I should've perhaps let on.
One thing I didn't know about them however was the huge scabies problem that a lot of them currently suffer from, which quite frankly, terrifies me. My current job is to sell perfume to husbands & boyfriends who have no idea what their respective partners smell like, not to contract skin-bugs from unsavoury characters. One thing's for sure, I will not be approaching anyone who seems to have a chronic itch of any sort, not even if they wish to purchase all the Chanel in stock.
As a few people who read my LJ know, me & Chris split up some weeks ago now. I've posted entries here since, but neglected to mention it, as it was something that I needed to come to terms with privately first. It stills hurts, although we're on speaking terms now, & will be meeting up quite often.
I last saw him on Monday night, before he went to Electric Dreams at Gossips. We went to The Retro Bar off The Strand, & then for pizza. It went really well... we still click fantasticly & love each other's company, but we won't be getting back together. Not ever. I'm very sad about it, & I miss him terribly, but it is for the best. We were too reliant on each other & neglected other parts of our lives that we should've been focusing on. Like our respective music.
So now I've sworn off guys, girls & sex in general, replacing it instead with my creative endeavors. I have my JP8000 synth back from my ex Chaz, bags of inspiration coming at me from all directions (well, specifically from my break up) & am possibly having an uber "audio" 'puter by Carillion built for me by Turnkey... providing I have a spare £1500 knocking about, that is. 18 months ago it wouldn't have been a problem, but now... hrmm. :/
Work is sooo tiring atm. Waking up at 5am makes me crabby. Snapping my nails on rollcages makes me crabby. The uniform, however, makes me even crabbier. I'm hating Boots already. Death to Jeff Banks!! Death to Lunchtime Meal Deals!!! And death to German ticket agents who won't deal with the UK!!!!
Last time I saw And One play was at the Doomsday festival in Dresden, Germany, & they were fantastic. It's true that I'm not overly enamoured with their latest album, but on the whole it's a good CD. Just isn't really their best imho. But I doubt Steve Naghavi would give a toss about my opinion anyway. Still, they're a fantastic live band, & I missed them when they played London at Elektrofest 2002, as I was prancing about LA-LA Land at the time, modelling for creepy twats. No such problem this time around, as I've managed to fit work around the gig.
Speaking of work, it's going well, with the regional loss prevention officer asking me if I'd be interested in a promotion to his department, on account of me impressing him with my - ahem - "confidence & knowledge" on training day.
In other words, I was being a mouthy, cocky git, who seemed to know far more about thieves & skagheads than I should've perhaps let on.
One thing I didn't know about them however was the huge scabies problem that a lot of them currently suffer from, which quite frankly, terrifies me. My current job is to sell perfume to husbands & boyfriends who have no idea what their respective partners smell like, not to contract skin-bugs from unsavoury characters. One thing's for sure, I will not be approaching anyone who seems to have a chronic itch of any sort, not even if they wish to purchase all the Chanel in stock.
As a few people who read my LJ know, me & Chris split up some weeks ago now. I've posted entries here since, but neglected to mention it, as it was something that I needed to come to terms with privately first. It stills hurts, although we're on speaking terms now, & will be meeting up quite often.
I last saw him on Monday night, before he went to Electric Dreams at Gossips. We went to The Retro Bar off The Strand, & then for pizza. It went really well... we still click fantasticly & love each other's company, but we won't be getting back together. Not ever. I'm very sad about it, & I miss him terribly, but it is for the best. We were too reliant on each other & neglected other parts of our lives that we should've been focusing on. Like our respective music.
So now I've sworn off guys, girls & sex in general, replacing it instead with my creative endeavors. I have my JP8000 synth back from my ex Chaz, bags of inspiration coming at me from all directions (well, specifically from my break up) & am possibly having an uber "audio" 'puter by Carillion built for me by Turnkey... providing I have a spare £1500 knocking about, that is. 18 months ago it wouldn't have been a problem, but now... hrmm. :/
Work is sooo tiring atm. Waking up at 5am makes me crabby. Snapping my nails on rollcages makes me crabby. The uniform, however, makes me even crabbier. I'm hating Boots already. Death to Jeff Banks!! Death to Lunchtime Meal Deals!!! And death to German ticket agents who won't deal with the UK!!!!