I suppose it's no secret to anyone that I didn't win Celestina Warbeck's Christmas songwriting competition. The winner was Hans Hambert, who actually penned three out of four of Warbeck's last top ten hits. The fact that one of her regular songwriters actually won leads me to believe that the whole contest was a bit of a fucking sham. She ( Read more... )

I've more or less finished the song I've been trying to write. I was a hard go there for a time, but then I realised I was trying to make the song sound too much like something I would perform, if I were an... ancient, crooning crone-thing whose tunes were a staple of the christmas season.

Anyway, here's a sample of what I've written:

Every ( Read more... )

Bonfire night is over! Serge and I went to the park to see the fireworks, and then I put him bed and Apparated to the Banshee, where Harry was serving drinks with flames and a band with lots of fire effects was playing on stage. It was quite warm in there! I caught up with Padma on her breakup and after a while I was quite pissed and kept trying ( Read more... )

I have an opportunity at something that could either be horrible or wonderful, and as a result I don't quite know what to think! To back up, I was out shopping for housewarming presents for Hannah and Lavender when I ran into Warwick of Weird Warwick's Wand Warehouse. He was having a drink at the Leaky and when he saw me pass by he ran out to ( Read more... )

I am properly atoning, I think. Serge is whining for his breakfast (it's long past breakfast-time) but I don't think I can open any tins of dog food right now. It would be too tempting to open up one of those tins of treacle pudding. I don't even like tinned pudding! I think I could learn to like it today, though. I should be less judgmental ( Read more... )

L'shanah tovah ( Read more... )

Laurie's decided to pull Chuckie out of his weekly piano lessons. She's decided that his memory loss surrounding them is an eight-year-old's way of telling her that he hates music. I suppose I don't mind so much, as I feel guilty whenever I see the poor boy, but I expect my purse will feel the sting a bit ( Read more... )

I'm not in Azkaban, but I did receive a visit (if you could call it such) from Mr Barrett and Ms Cleaver this morning. They're the Ministry inspectors who have been surveying the magically enhanced muggle properties that the Housing Act is aiming to get rid of. Terry must've really done one over on Mr Barrett--he still had bandages around his ( Read more... )

I'm playing the piano tonight! 8-10 at Montuno's on High Street in Shoreditch. I'd call it a gig except it's not, really. I'm just there to provide a light selection of ragtime and jazz tunes to serve as background music. But if anyone wants to come and have a listen I'd love an audience ( Read more... )

Well fanny fuck if I've not had a crap evening ( Read more... )