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I have a hole in my jeans. I have several, actually, but now a crotchal hole has sprung into being. This is a Bad Thing. These are my oldest jeans, I like them, they are faded BY THE SUN and not by a shop, and are comfy and loose and that. Will probably sew them back up but it is becoming apparent that they are beyond their time, as given by the One That Made My Jeans.
Yesterday I went to a Ceilidh with my flatmate and 3 other friends (in Cassie-style, let's call them I, R, C and T). It was good fun. I drank 2 pints more than anyone else, because... well, actually, the main answer to that is that I was drinking instead of talking, so I got through my drinks a lot faster than everyone else. But, slightly tipsy Ceilidh dancing is entirely how I dance at Ceilidhs (I assume that's the plural?). We did the basket when I was with C, I and R, and R is tiny and light so when we were coming out of it I was grabbing her v. tight each time, so that she didn't fly off into the wall. Seriously, you'd worry about that as well. Especially as she got dropped multiple times when she went before, apparently. AnYwAy the Ceilidh was at Cecil Sharp House, which is the home of the British Folk Dance and Song Society, and is really quite cool. It has a bar an' that, but more importantly I guess houses a lot of what Cecil Sharp and people like him did; which was to preserve British folk-song, writing down a lot of the tunes in a basic form, so that, even if they fall out of by-ear circulation, there is still a record of them. It's brilliant. (These people are called Ethnomusicologists. People who study this now get to go to places like Japan on research grants.)
Bananas are amazing because they have their own packaging.
I was reading my blog on blogspot.com, which I last wrote on in 2005. I miss Lisa, Zoe, Sarah, Laura, Fi, and that... I miss that time, when I would go to school, and then after school was socialising and me-time. That doesn't really happen any more. It is a sad thing. The only people who didn't waste the opportunities they had to really enjoy themselves seem to be the people that I thought were pricks. C'est la being a judgemental arsehole.
J xx
Yesterday I went to a Ceilidh with my flatmate and 3 other friends (in Cassie-style, let's call them I, R, C and T). It was good fun. I drank 2 pints more than anyone else, because... well, actually, the main answer to that is that I was drinking instead of talking, so I got through my drinks a lot faster than everyone else. But, slightly tipsy Ceilidh dancing is entirely how I dance at Ceilidhs (I assume that's the plural?). We did the basket when I was with C, I and R, and R is tiny and light so when we were coming out of it I was grabbing her v. tight each time, so that she didn't fly off into the wall. Seriously, you'd worry about that as well. Especially as she got dropped multiple times when she went before, apparently. AnYwAy the Ceilidh was at Cecil Sharp House, which is the home of the British Folk Dance and Song Society, and is really quite cool. It has a bar an' that, but more importantly I guess houses a lot of what Cecil Sharp and people like him did; which was to preserve British folk-song, writing down a lot of the tunes in a basic form, so that, even if they fall out of by-ear circulation, there is still a record of them. It's brilliant. (These people are called Ethnomusicologists. People who study this now get to go to places like Japan on research grants.)
Bananas are amazing because they have their own packaging.
I was reading my blog on blogspot.com, which I last wrote on in 2005. I miss Lisa, Zoe, Sarah, Laura, Fi, and that... I miss that time, when I would go to school, and then after school was socialising and me-time. That doesn't really happen any more. It is a sad thing. The only people who didn't waste the opportunities they had to really enjoy themselves seem to be the people that I thought were pricks. C'est la being a judgemental arsehole.
J xx