tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157896252024-03-13T04:34:16.120+00:00bag of rocksI don't have a bad attitude, you have no sense of humor.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.comBlogger915125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-72120167783248832822020-07-13T15:39:00.002+01:002020-07-13T15:42:08.344+01:00let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can seeI looked at my suitcase this morning, after forgetting what a suitcase was called (no lie), and felt like a newborn child. what the fuck do i put in this thing? everything? nothing?<br />
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in the before tines, i could (and did) pack half asleep with one hand behind my back. i had a system, bags for short haul and long haul equipment, chargers for business trips and phone leads for every occasion. now i stare at these things and think 'how many toothbrushes to i need for five nights away?', 'am i really going on this holiday?', 'will i get to come home after this holiday?'.<br />
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similarly, the last week or so i've had to leave the house with more than one credit card or just my keys and phone. i've had to start the slow road back to carrying 'stuff' around with me. loyalty cards (looking at you, nando's), oyster card, bottles of water. things i used to carry with out thinking but that now seem a particularly frustrating and outdated burden. i can see that i will probably be a person who finally puts a nectar card on my phone in the near future.<br />
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but of course now i can go to a restaurant, order some texas brisket, and eat it. in a restaurant. with other humans i don't know sitting around me. and finally have a conversation that maybe is only 70% related to this fucking pandemic. in. a. restaurant.<br />
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i look at my passport. it's hard to tell which side is the front from five years of intensely frequent shoving into back pockets, back packs, handbags, whatever. it was last used in february, and even then to go to and return from a funeral, so it's been a while since the poor thing had any fun.<br />
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but then again, i also hear the traffic all the time again. the birds arent there (audibly) in the early morning anymore. of course neither is the crushing fear of dying/losing someone/collapse of society into a dystopian nightmare/catastrophic economic repercussions/global poverty and starvation/weakened immunity from all diseases caused by lack of contact with normal bugs we just bat away (no pun intended) thoughtlessly and any number of myriad other nightmares that for most of us were merely the premise of a bad Michael Bay film. a lot of that is still there, but i've gotten better at forcing myself out of bed in spite of it.<br />
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as a person who's somehow remained employed throughout this utter disaster of a year, i find now that it's my personal responsibility to re-start this economy. i need to get on planes, not simply (but absolutely still) for my own sanity, but for the flight attendants, pilots, baggage handlers, guys who work at pret at the airport, train drivers, etc. possibly the best and worst thing to come out of this has been the way it's forced everyone to see just how connected we are to each other, whether we like it or not.<br />
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i've always been dorky enough to think about supply chains. ill go to a chinese restaurant and ask how many ducks they go through in a day. but i think a lot of people dont. and now the time is here for all of us to realise just how important our spending, and our spending habits, are. support jobs, and business. support ethical purchasing. everyone just got the reset button mashed on their whole lifestyle. we got a do-over. use it. especially bc some people won't get the chance to make different choices. their choices will be 'feed my kid or feed myself?', 'go to work and risk getting ill or stay home and risk getting evicted.' and it is also because of this that those of us who have any kind of spare cash need to go spend it. the more people we can employ, safely, the fewer people will need taking care of. and, i'd like to think, the better we can take care of everyone. i realise that last part is pretty much a pipe dream, but someone out there needs to have some goddamned hope right now, so it's gonna be me.<br />
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but of course, people are still dying. countries are at different phases, so sometimes the option isnt there. but i am not sick, and i do have common sense and know how to wash my hands and social distance, and i do have a job, so i am getting on that plane to keep a gelateria from going out of business. and when i get back i will do the same for as many places as i can afford. call it the 'engine starting tax'.<br />
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so i will go to italy (maybe) in a few days. and look out over an alpine lake. and sanitize my hands before i fall asleep reading by the pool with a mask on and suffocate.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-4472760020336077822013-09-24T08:00:00.001+01:002013-09-24T08:00:53.211+01:00you wait for darkness then you wait for dayit's time to ask myself, do i really like going to gigs? i hate the guys who don't stop talking, i hate the people who are going to or from the bar or toilet who (even in this moronically overly apologetic country) don't say 'sorry', 'excuse me' or even 'back the fuck up, homes', i hate the couple (there is always at least one) who seem to think that if they are not completely entwined at all times perhaps the world will fall apart, i hate standing up, i hate the bit before the opener/after the opener before main part, i hate the wait before the encore, i hate holding my bag/jacket/beer, i hate that they start/end so late and never take place in my living room. <br />
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these feelings are not new. not at all, but now, on the eve of my 35-and-a-half birthday (happy birthday, maj!!), i am old enough to admit: i can't wait till they are over. <br />
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it all starts with an email announcing [insert mildly esoteric band here]'s impending arrival and listing an on-sale date. cut to day tickets arrive in post--yay! can't wait to see them/they were so good last time! doors arent till 8? wtf? cut to afternoon of actual gig--hmmm, why didn't i book?/thank god i booked seats. it's gonna take SO LONG to get home. who is this random opener?<br />
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yes, yes, the point is on its way.<br />
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the thing is, for all the crap that annoys me about gigs, ill still react the same way whenever i get those emails, because gigs are good, and fun, and interesting. and i love them. even if <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/10/indie-rock-nostalgia-night.html" target="_blank">BtS didnt play 'the weather'</a> (again), you might see them play '<a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2005/10/across-narrows-coney-island-wrap-up.html" target="_blank">while my guitar gently weeps</a>' or 'dont fear the reaper' and 'how soon is now'. <br />
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so i will go, and i will moan, and razberet and i will continue to develop 'home by 10 productions', for people who like to gig, but like to do it early, and sitting, and with an established personal space for all in attendance, and with the promise that you'll be tucked up in bed by 1030. and ill shift my weight but reshift it anyway so i can keep tapping my foot, and do the indie head bounce dance, and look at guys in checked shirts, and drink a few beers, and spill some on me, and wait for them to end, and be sad when they do. <br />
<br />wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-46103212105428386702013-09-10T20:20:00.003+01:002013-09-10T20:20:46.405+01:00it's a lullaby from a giant golden radiothe haze is wearing off. all of london has woken from a collective dream. a sort of time when the nerdy girl is asked to sit at the cool table and the cute jock takes a shine to her, when the guy working at gregg's gets talent scouted by a hollywood producer, when all the dreams you'd almost given up on come true, so much so that you have a lingering fear of when it will all end. well, end it has. <br />
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at first we wondered if it would last. one day of 22 degrees and sun sent us into a panic. 'get out, get drunk, every outdoor activity on the list for TODAY, people, we don't know when we'll get another chance'.<br />
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but then, we rolled over in our sleep, let out a satisfied sigh and the dream went on. sunshine, not in bits and pieces, but a lengthy, reliable stretch of halcyon days. followed of course by truly british complaints of it maybe being ever-so-slightly too warm.<br />
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we basked in long evenings at the pub, not even thinking of wearing jackets. we wore the hopeful summer wardrobes in legitimate summer weather, and even had to repeat outfits! we made plans for outdoor activities without fear, without the traditional british plan b of an indoor activity.<br />
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but now, the jackets and coats have come out. we eye up the darker colours in our wardrobes and try our jeans on again for the first time in months. we relocate our brollies - the work brolly and the home brolly - 'where on earth did i chuck those hoping never to see them again?'<br />
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but it's not tragic, far from it. walking along the streets of london the last couple of days i sensed a feeling of relief. we have awoken, we are rested, the dream is over, we return to our table of geeks and our job at gregg's. we have returned to our element(s).<br />
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after all, this weather is our home. wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-73772031608976085912013-02-27T09:23:00.000+00:002013-02-27T09:23:53.126+00:00too important for all that song and link malarkeythis is more of a news bulletin than anything else cause i find these two facts amazing enough independently and almost circuit-shorting when combined.<div>
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Three-time Academy Award-winner Daniel-Day Lewis is half Jewish. He also supports Millwall FC. </div>
wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-86921919673980084322013-02-21T18:15:00.000+00:002013-02-21T18:15:22.190+00:00oh when you're cold, ill be thereugh, SARA, what else is going on? it's not like we're content with some bullshit about how fancy you are cause you puked four times in a northeastern english train station. like you think that's interesting? well it's not. it's boring and i have a mind to stop reading this shit altogether if you dont come up with something better.<br />
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something like, say, pictures from London's brand-new (for-the-time-being) tallest building in Europe?<br />
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who likes instagram!?! razberet totally gave me a trip up the shiznard for christmakah so we went a few weeks ago. on opening weekend. cause we are fucking trendsetters.<br />
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Trend. setters. first we went for brunch at <a href="http://thedriftbar.co.uk/" target="_blank">the drift</a>. it's a little chain that's got some of the twee-est decor ever but i love it despite my generally grumpy-arse self.<br />
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<br />we had some decision-making issues so ordered (and shared) a sausage sandwich, eggs florentine and some bubble and squeak with a poached egg on top. it was faaaaabulous. i might. even. have. a -- oh here it is. there you can see the sandwich and the eggs and the B&S (really good).<br />
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as i said, this place is part of a small chain. i've been to the folly near bank and had some fabulous scotch eggs and mac n cheese, and the refinery, which does lovely cocktails and occasionally sort of has bocce. it's a decent little chain. if you find yourself near one, it's worth popping in.<br />
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<br />wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-70505928674733583882013-02-20T15:50:00.001+00:002013-02-20T15:50:25.198+00:00I'm not about to blow [chunks] now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCsQaLQ_e7BFdV63tyzzImOx8xjjvikyt8FVKXyEiQdGS6a0Z59rKHXhkpvSbEC5cuRJYfv1d-5inSQRinbbGNzw2tv83dubxez7IBKTczFvEeJJXdJm67OdkQrAFVfDp0TtS/s1600/winter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCsQaLQ_e7BFdV63tyzzImOx8xjjvikyt8FVKXyEiQdGS6a0Z59rKHXhkpvSbEC5cuRJYfv1d-5inSQRinbbGNzw2tv83dubxez7IBKTczFvEeJJXdJm67OdkQrAFVfDp0TtS/s200/winter.jpg" width="200" /></a>my god where to begin. a month's absence! it might be hard to believe but there are actual people on this green earth who are upset with me. so here i am. back in black. return of the mack. the terminator only nice this time.<br />
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following the last post, i went to harrogate for a lovely weekend with the mayoduck family. we went on walks, we sat by the fire, we had pie and lamb for tea, we had hearty breakfasts, we watched it snow, we played with the baby. then we got norovius while on the way to the Yorkshire Dales.<br />
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what is fun? well, this much i do know. spending almost two hours freezing in Leeds train station while trying not to retch is not fun. eventually going in to the toilet and staying there because 1. it is warmer and 2. that was your last 30p and in this state of vomergency, i needed to be near a toilet more than i needed anything else. once on the train, i imagine i looked remarkably like a junkie. not many people sit on a 2.5-hour train journey with their gloves, coat, hood, hat and scarf on the whole way, while also shivering constantly.<br />
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getting home that night was the best thing that ever happened to me.<br />
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i'm sure a few other things have happened, but we'll get to that. the focus now is on the fact that last night razberet and i totally saw dave grohl and a bunch of other <a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/bizarre/4803568/dave-grohl-sound-city-players-at-the-forum.html" target="_blank">mental musicians at the forum</a>. it was amazing, although it was VERY LOUD. i still can't really hear anything. of all the things i figured i'd get to see in my life, most of nirvana playing back up for renditions of 'jessie's girl' and 'i want you to want me' was really not on the list. but wonders, they say, never cease.<br />
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speaking of wonders -- did you ALSO know that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dlKhfEWchf8" target="_blank">one of the lines</a> in 'Jessie's girl' is "but the point is probably moot". who the shit is saying 'moot' in songs?!!!?! rick springfield, motherfuckers. that's who.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-53462144015731855252013-01-17T14:20:00.001+00:002013-01-17T14:20:28.849+00:00teeny tiny pre-northern adventure update<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Message recieved from mayoduck: </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">By the time you get to me tomorrow it'll be late, maybe near midnight. Phone or text me on your travels, let me know if you will want a bit of supper when you get in. I went to my favourite flirtatious butcher today (he's my version of your bagel guy), and I got a steak family pie, and also some leeamb</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">then she told me that the baby's stroller is getting its all-terrain wheels ready to go. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">i could not be more excited. this may be the one time in my life i'm praying for it NOT to snow very much.</span>wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-6860917914996606652013-01-14T15:58:00.001+00:002013-01-14T15:58:46.113+00:00im sending a letter, ill send it right to youin the words of a certain dustin hoffman character, i am an excellent driver. you can ask a great many people. i only fell asleep driving once, and that was when we decided to go to ohio and back in a day to see radiohead, and i have never been in a wreck that was my bad. i have covered a good third of the union, a decent part of a tiny area of greece and about 10 feet in borneo.<br />
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but american driver's licenses don't last forever. and mine expired. and even if it hadn't the UK only accepts those for the first six months you're here. so last year i thought i'd get a new one. for anyone outside the UK this part will sound as totally ridiculous as it is, and actually make you thank whatever it is you thank that you ONLY have to <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/03/lengths-to-which-i-will-go-in-order-to.html" target="_blank"><b>go to the dmv</b></a>.<br />
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first you fill in a form, which you have to send, along with like a passport (in my case my residence permit), to the middle of fucking nowhere in wales. I think they moved the dvla out there so welsh people could have career opportunities.<br />
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so yeah, i sent it off, and before you ask, i didn't send it special delivery. and before you say anything else, yeah i know that was dumb. but the envelope was all addressed and freepost so i thought that was just the like normal way of doing it.<br />
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if you fancy ending up without your residence permit and then passport, while having to miss three holidays, then it is totally the normal way of doing it. let's break it down.<br />
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1. report your permit missing<br />
2. get police report confirming the above is true<br />
3. fill out a bunch of forms and pay like £90 in processing fees<br />
4. wait<br />
5. travel to america twice with only a passport and a panicked look and a letter from your immigration attorney<br />
6. miss birthday trip to zagreb<br />
7. miss razberet's birthday trip to iceland<br />
8. miss trip to mallorca<br />
9. get pissed and find anyone to call<br />
10. receive replacements just in time and go back to the US, and to vietnam & cambodia<br />
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It may now be obvious to you why i am doing nothing but hitting refresh on the Royal Mail website for the next 48 hours.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-76503196471530044952013-01-14T14:50:00.000+00:002013-01-14T14:50:10.705+00:00i've been driftin' along in the same stale shoesyou'll probably get the idea that i do fuck all with my life these days, but any of you sarah lundies out there will know that there's more than meets the eye with stuff like this. really i haven't been writing to you fine people cause i'm like totes busy style.<br />
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and because i love you all so dearly, i will start with the least interesting updates.<br />
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after the most scientific and legitimate study conducted since those guys tried to kill us all at CERN, we now know that it takes me two and a half months to get through <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/id-probably-dress-up-in-you.html" target="_blank">five bottles of salad dressing</a>.<br />
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my bagels, while delicious, lack a rob reiner-produced lovin' feeling these days. as the pod man is gone, gone, gone, whooa oh oh oh oh.<br />
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and now, in the name of chronology, turns out that i managed outdo my <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/it-be-cryin-yeah-you-thought-it-was-rain.html" target="_blank">escapade home</a> just before christmas with my escapade home on boxing day. Yep, i said boxing day. 'but sara, we're in england. you know shit is snoozin' on boxing day!' dear readers, i sure as shit do now. but i didn't think of it at the time. i was once again enjoying the vast hospitality and fine food and drink one encounters when staying with the razberets, when mrs razberet asked when i was going back. 'today! for i must be at work on the morrow!' i declared. everyone looked a bit shifty after that. and it was only then i remembered that last year i hadn't come home on boxing day but the day after, since we had that extra day off and whatnot and so on.<br />
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right fine! so mr razberet had to drive me and the fam to cambridge (i was duly mortified), whence i spent a panicked hour trying to book a national express bus on each of my dying phones. three coaches were booked. which got me up to about 6pm. but luckily (depending on your outlook on life) there was a 3pm coach. from cambridge. to stansted. to london. which took three hours. instead of the 40-min train journey to king's cross. whatever! i cried. 'i shall book this and have the divine comedy stuck in my head and get home before midnight and all will be right with the world!' it wasn't actually that bad after i freaked out when my phone died and thought they wouldnt let me on the second coach with literally zero proof that i was a paying customer. this was about the only way in which it being boxing day was of any use. the guy was also clearly convinced by the sheer terror on my face that evinced the underlying sheer terror of having to live at stansted airport.<br />
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i made it home safe, and then i ordered a lot of indian food.<br />
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the next morning, i woke up feeling like someone was taking a weed-wacker to the back of my throat and had a fever, and called in sick.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-7934972209967823812012-12-24T13:14:00.000+00:002012-12-24T13:22:13.249+00:00it be cryin'; yeah, you thought it was rainso here we are at christmas. not surprisingly, i've been drunk almost constantly since last week. chicago is a heavy eating and drinking town, and i indulged to the best of my abilities. that was followed by two leaving dos back in london and saturday i was pretty over being hungover. i also found evidence of a late night trip to burger king that reminded me i'd got on the tube, off at waterloo (where i procured said burger king) and then got into a cab from waterloo. so there is definitely the most idiotic voyage home of my life. except the time my flight to atlanta got diverted to maine. but that's for another day.<br />
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or is it? it was last christmas (just after i'd given you my heart, but before the very next day when you gave it away). we got onboard and the lady was like 'welcome to this delta airlines flight to atlanta, via bangor, maine'. i'm like 'oh funny joke! i bought a direct flight you mo'fos'. anyway, the whole thing was we have to land cause half the crew were off sick and you can't fly for more than eight hours without a new pilot or some shit so we had to pick up a new pack of yo yos to get us the whole way there.<br />
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i mean i would have just been like 'yo, ill take a long shift dudes, let's just get the fuck home', and the flight attendants really shouldnt have cared cause there were about 14 people on my flight. anyway, we stopped, we refueled, we got some new peeps onboard and then we taxied out to the run way.<br />
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it is at THIS POINT. not some EARLIER POINT ON THE FLIGHT that they say 'we have some paperwork to handle and have to go back to the gate'. you hardly have to be a frequent flier to know that paperwork never means anything but 'mechanical issues we dont want to talk about' or 'there may or may not me a terrorist on board'. in this case it must have been the latter because the guys who had been looking suspiciously like sky marshalls throughout the flight unveiled their shields (ooh la, la) and escorted this dude off the plane. then some puppies came on board and sniffed around everywhere. in case you're wondering if this feels massively unnerving, it does.<br />
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anyway we took off again and then all the women (inc yours truly) piled on one side of the plane to gossip about what may or may not have happened. we decided it was drugs, since otherwise i suspect we might not have made it all the way to maine.<br />
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today we aim for a less traumatic journey as we head up to razberet's parents' for more food and drink than i want to think about. merry christmas, all y'all!wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-28898609448756463142012-12-24T12:12:00.000+00:002012-12-24T12:13:35.058+00:00And the embers never fade in your city by the lakePlease note: this post is about a week old. deal.<br />
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welcome to this special report of bor, broadcasting from chicago. yesterday we spent most of the day on a plane. we sat next to a very nice young man who'd just been studying in milan for three months. he was on a hellish journey from milan to sfo, via london and chicago. we enjoyed some delightful chat, he flattered me to the moon when he asked me if i was also studying in europe. i realised it's been 13 years since i was in college.<br />
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but i know what you're all focussed on is what i've eaten so far. well, last night we went to ing (not to be confused with that big bank), and had the 'nightmare before christmas' tasting menu. steve8 had oraganised the whole shebang and met me at the hotel after i got in. anyway, here are some pictures along with what, after about fifteen different drinks and jet lag, i can remember. <br />
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first up was this ball of something with mushrooms in it painted to look like the guy from the movie. neither steve8 nor i have seen the movie so we had no idea what the connections were, but it did look familiar. what was less familiar was the octopus underneath it. it wasnt quite my scene but it was good to taste. the broth and the weird ball were amazing.<br />
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i also had a pumpkin sour, which was, shall we say, not that great. they served it with this miracle berry stuff, which changes the way everything tastes. steve8 advised me i might not want to have that before a 10-course tasting dinner. some of the courses also came with booze, and we had a bottle of wine. you can imagine what sort of shape i was in after eating and drinking all that when i'd been up for untold hours.<br />
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accompanied by low-lit pictures, and in no particular order, here's what else we had. pork belly with like six different kinds of foams and purees, accompanied by a luscious shot of rum and apple cider and pumpkin something. this was top notch. it also came in a massive silver skeleton hand, which was unnerving.<br />
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then we ate the berry stuff and ate a lemon and it tasted amazing. the chestnut ice cream was also amazing. all in all, it was one of the most epic dining experiences ive ever had. <br />
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we had a chilean wine.<br />
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today i went to the gym and then went a little apeshit on the mag mile. i had to go to the apple store to get something and on the way back i basically stopped at every store i could find and bought at least one thing. after all this, i was pretty freaking hungry so i went to the corner bakery. here i was able to get a half a rueben and something called fully loaded potato soup. <br />
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-63033996284867597472012-12-15T20:03:00.000+00:002012-12-15T20:03:04.082+00:00they deftly manouver and muscle for rank<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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despite royal mail having told us all that things were gonna be amazingly simple when it came to receiving packages this year, i still ended up queuing (twice) at the southwark post office distribution plant or whatever they call it these days. you can see here, in this picture i so lamely took, that this was a pretty hefty line. i mean we were out the door and around the corner. anyway, this is what i did last saturday. it took up a substantial part of the day. <br />
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monday, beep visited from new york and brought me a black & white. for those of you who have been deprived of the experience of black & whites, they are large, very cakey cookies that are iced with half chocolate icing and half utter pointlessness. The chocolate icing, you'll notice, will cling to whatever style of wrapper your black & white comes encased in. cling film, a plastic packet, whatever it is, the chocolate, in all its chocolate glory, announces its gooey nature by drawing the plastic to it like a moth to a flame. meanwhile, the white icing has the reverse effect. plastic can't be paid to stick to this hardened version of tasteless toothpaste. this is all by way of saying, when you buy someone a black & white, that person will always eat it exactly this way:<br />
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<li>break off tiny piece of white side - this is to make sure that yes, it does taste like nothing useful at all</li>
<li>eat most of the chocolate side, relishing every bite</li>
<li>eat another bite of white side. still sucks</li>
<li>eat the remainder of chocolate side, bar one bite</li>
<li>break off a chunk of the white side. peel the icing off and eat the cake</li>
<li>eat your last piece of chocolate</li>
<li>look at the remaining disappointment</li>
<li>20 minute later, peel off the rest of the white icing, eat cake</li>
<li>wonder why they even bother with the white side</li>
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-71321436812886689202012-12-11T14:38:00.000+00:002012-12-11T14:56:41.557+00:00it's all a mysterythis is a technomolociaglly themed post. i know you guys are mega geeks like me so it's all good. first up, we have <strike>this</strike> yesterday morning's commute. my iPod's battery died and blah blah lazy blah blah didn't listen to music on my way in <strike>today</strike>. that didn't matter, cause someone on the bus was fucking blazing his ears off with some shite techno shite. so i was in like the fifth row of the bus. i had to narrow it down. this is where i discover i am a racist. i looked around. it was clearly not a chick. we dont listen to cock music. and this was like gay cock music. but cock music, nonetheless.<br />
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so my options are: guy with shaved head and from what i can see not impressive facial hair who has a blackberry and some clear headphones that like come up around the back of your ears and look more like a hearing aid than a hearing destroyer. chap 2: beats by dre headpones and his collar up (twat). these were who it was, in order. the first guy i was like 'wow dude that is really loud cause you're in the first row and i am way back here in the fourth row so holy jesus, you are not going to be able to hear much longer'. he totally ruined my theory when he departed the bus (looking much older than i thought he was from the front) and the noise remained. then it was little mini twat. he was young, and as we know, the young are prone to stupid behaviour like keeping their noises too loud and being anywhere i am. then he got up and left the bus. </div>
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so now there was just one bottle of beer on the wall. the guy right in front of me. here's the racist part. i pegged the facial hair guy and the young guy even though their distance from me was not in any way indicative that they might be the culprit. so this guy, sat in front of me, was spilling his shitty techno all over my airwaves. he was, in no particular order, asleep (who can sleep with that shit on??), large (like very rotund), asian, possibly chinese, with a longish pony tail (vaguely pink from previous dye job), old and sporting fu man chu facial hair. </div>
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dont be racist, kids.<br />
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next up we have something that's been causing me endless joy ever since i saw it. someone hacked a website .here is what they did.<br />
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i mean if this isn't the lamest hack since johnny lee miller and angelina jolie in that movie (which i have of course not seen like 20 times), i don't know what is. but it's also fucking brilliant. yeah evil hacker. it gives me a weird sense of joy to know that these kinds or people are still kicking around, doing this rather than making hats out of people.<br />
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and finally, last thursday i was cajoled into going out for a few pints and the liverpool match. of course, i got home at 9 or so and was thinking 'why stop now?'. so i called up xx via face time on my phone and cracked open a pumpkin ale. cut to two hours later. she has found a bottle of whisky she claims is mine (i have never bought jamesons ever) (she also hates whisky) and i have started to eye up a 2-year-old bottle of polish gin.<br />
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this is the part where you're all 'holes in the story, wcs! your battery wouldnt last that long!' and, my smart readers, you are right. it was also around this time that we were grappling with my dying battery on my phone, which we still had to use to communincate properly to figure out what was going on with the SIMULTANEOUS usage on my macbook of: facetime, iChat video, Gchat video and a Google+ hangout. for those of you keeping count, that means we were on five different versions of the same kind of programma and couldnt get any of them to work. it was not cause we were drunk!<br />
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-38168426345984492282012-12-10T17:50:00.000+00:002012-12-10T17:50:27.256+00:00not a chill to the winter but a nip to the airamongst my many cultural endeavours of late are nsfw at the royal court in sloan square, followed by a long period of time wandering around whole foods in kensington acting like going to a grocery store is an actual activity for a saturday night rather than just something you do when you need milk. <br />
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nsfw was pretty good. we all found ourselves vaguely shocked to discover that julian barratt is quite hot in real life. i won't get into the plot but it was a pretty weak swipe at sexism and gender equality and 'are women doing it to themselves'-ness. it was good but it was almost so superficial there wasn't much point in bringing it up. like saying, 'those poor people, eh?' then going for ice cream.<br />
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speaking of cream! we bought some of whole foods' very, very good pumpkin pie and a cup full of fresh cream. it was, as you might expect, lush. i bought a whole bunch of other random shit, including gefilte fish, which never ceases to make whoever i am shopping with (unless it's a select few people) relatively uncomfortable.<br /><br />
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anyway i also went to see talvin singh and some lady who seriously kicks ass at percussion play a live <a href="http://www.kingsplace.co.uk/whats-on-book-tickets/curated-weeks/not-so-silent-movies-mini-series%20" target="_blank">score to a movie</a> at Kings Place. i've done this <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/02/der-golem.html" target="_blank">sort of thing before</a>, so i know it's a bit of a crap shoot. it was pretty cool, though. not least because the film itself was shot in new york in like the god-knows-whenties. they went to coney island when luna park and the steeplechase were still around. those of you who care will know what that means.<br />
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then we went to the grosvenor and had a lovely roast and a relaxing evening and it was lovely and i was happy. i am in love with a pub. like truly in love. with a pub. although i don't know if i'd get the lamb again.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-90696383515409853112012-12-05T17:28:00.000+00:002012-12-05T17:05:05.011+00:00if. i. would. would. you?some of you remember the good old days when i was just a drunk with a keyboard. now i'm a sort of older-than-i-feel actual adult person who defo drinks more pints of water at the gym that fozzies at the pub. so boring as i may have become, here's a bit of old school wcs.<br />
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Friday i decided to attend after-work drinks. we started out at the old crown, where i promptly re-claimed my mayorship. after a few drinks, we decided to rock up to camden to see a band called Steak at the Black Heart. Steak are made of up, among others, the boyfriend of a lovely little lady called lindseed oil, who i work with. I recommend you go see Steak, if you are into loud music that might be in the direction of metal. I would not recommend you see them if you are me. I gave it a shot, but that is severely not my thing. they are nice guys, though.<br />
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after that, we went to the world's end, which is seriously where i cut my teeth as a drinker. i spent almost all of 2000/2001 in this bar. and it was oddly just like i remember it. it's also massive. they also still play the exact same mid-90s grunge in there. but the girls are all different. it's all young (like i used to be), really dressed (tarted?) up (like i never really managed to get the hang of), apparently indian ladies (which i am not). i found it a bit weird really. i wouldn't have guessed these kinds of girls were particularly into like alice in chains and nirvana. but you know, more power to them!<br />
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so i ended up trashed. i remeber telling damson jam and her bf that alaska punches you in the face when you get off the plane in juneau, so that's useful. we got the tube home and i went to switch back north at kennington but doh! last nbound train was gone. so i went up and tried to get a bus. i was cold and tired and no cabs were anywhere so i got on the first bus that came. which only went to Elephant & Castle. what happens next is just the kind of thing you tell you young daughters never to do. i walked from E&C, mainly focussing if anywhere that sold curry was still open, at 130am.<br />
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but! i made ti to chicken cottage. there is a £5 minimum to use a card there. so i bought two meals and had one for breakfast.<br />
<br />wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-37451079907810584752012-12-04T17:41:00.000+00:002012-12-04T17:41:00.101+00:00eating barbequed iguanai made 554 dollars last year.<br />
i spent £44 on stamps today.<br />
i am down to <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/id-probably-dress-up-in-you.html" target="_blank">two bottles</a> of salad dressing.<br />
my bagels are always extra cream-cheesed these days.<br />
will bailey is in a <a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/scandal/4od" target="_blank">new show</a>, and it's good. i'd venture to say it's sort of a sexed-up version of the killing. with <a href="https://twitter.com/JoshMalina" target="_blank">will bailey</a>!!!!<br />
kate is knocked up and the media in at least the UK has lost its damned mind over it.<br />
if loving tesco's finest mexican cole slaw is wrong, i don't wanna be right.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-57525868961646872762012-11-30T17:45:00.000+00:002012-11-30T17:45:59.100+00:00lovely as a [winter]'s day<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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who wants a bagel update? i know, i know. so there are now two guys FIGHTING over me at pod. one guy is my favourite of blogs past. this other one is just very tall and polish. that's about all i know. course the first one is rather short and west-asian, and that's all i know about him. anyway little pod went back to overdoing it with the cream cheese, but big pod WINKED at me today. oh my god. they are right, girls, when it rains, it pours the men of pod on you.<br /><br />
it's gotten a bit cold round good old london town, but the other day it was a reasonable temperature so damson jam and i went for a walk at lunch. coming up one of the seven dials (the one with the two brewers on it), seemingly out of nowhere, the first few seconds of 'my cherie amour' floated out from a window, or through a doorway or -- where the hell was it coming from? and why is the doppler effect not in effect? oh i'll tell you why, cause like a scene from a movie about a hot new york city day in the '70s, some guy was walking down the street, and i mean <i>walkin'</i> down the street, playing it.<br />
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but wait, what was he playing it on? the days of ghetto blasters and boomboxes are over, sara! you know this!<br />
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i will tell you. he was carrying a Bose iPod dock.<br />
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welcome to the future, kids. it's weird, and apparently rich.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-84737216514343427102012-11-30T14:46:00.001+00:002012-11-30T14:54:47.217+00:00Greece is the wordThis is all very outdated, like when you watch an episode of 'friends' and think, 'wow, those jeans look horrible, how did we not see that at the time?', but it's still funny, so here it is.<br />
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razberet and i have booked a trip to crete. whilst in the decision-making process, i consulted a colleague. the rest, as they say, is little-known history.<br />
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-49264134268632868362012-11-21T18:03:00.000+00:002012-11-21T18:03:40.408+00:00oooh, it's a mess alrightit's truly embarrassing that this story is caused by neither hangover nor still-drunk-the-next-day-itis:<br />
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Scene: a cold, rainy Wednesday morning. a woman in her mid-30s crosses the street to the Tube station, runs downs the stairs, and jumps on a northbound northern line train.<br />
Cut to: 5 minutes later. woman exits train and files like an ant in an ant farm (i so want an ant farm. christmas pressie anyone???) through the corridors and spiral staircases at bank and plops right into the train that arrived, as though choreographed to, just as she enters the platform.<br />
Scene: a woman in her mid-30s sits on the Central Line doing some work. she is already a bit late and slightly annoyed at the whole Tube situation in general. suddenly, with a jolt, she looks up, shocked, as the lady on the train announces 'the next station is Bethnal Green'.<br />
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yes, that's right, boys and girls. today, sober and well-rested, i got on a tube going the wrong direction and failed to notice for four stops. what really started to make me wonder was how it wasn't very crowded. anyway, i discovered this at bethnal green, but it was too late. so at mile end, i sheepishly exited train one, walked up the stairs (and this is the worst part, cause the people behind you all know, <i>they know</i>, what you've done) and turn back down the Westbound platform. I needn't confirm that i was indeed late to work, but the worst, WORST part is.<br />
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my bagel-making soulmate is mad at me. we are in a fight. <br />
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today my bagel, for no reason i can imagine, was covered with a paper-thin layer of cream cheese. there was no (actually kind of annoying) glob of extra poking out of the hole in the centre that i and my OCD-ish self had to scoop out and redistribute evenly with my index finger. there was no exciting little treat stuck to the bag that i could eat as an amuse-bouche to my actual bagel. i tried to smile at him but he was hard to see through that little window today. what have i done!?<br />
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-19427388140829359312012-11-21T14:45:00.000+00:002012-11-21T14:50:01.149+00:00i honestly can't think of a song for this post so here is your very plain headlinebefore i forget to tell you the gripping story of how i ended my weekend, here it is: o'shea and i went to<a href="http://www.thecalfclapham.co.uk/" target="_blank"> the calf</a> for a roast and saw Argo. i was down with the plot the second i heard CIA/sci-fi movie ploy... i mean, this is shit perfect! and it's true! and rory cochrane is in it! <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112950/" target="_blank">LUUUUCAAAAAASS</a>!<br />
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Factoid: you have to sign a non-disclosure agreement when you go to facebook's offices. they also have many snacks. i think im allowed to share that.<br />
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well if all this hasn't got you in a right old state, we topped off sunday evening by watching, i dont know, three or four more eps of the Killing. we are down to our last two for tonight. it's gonna be a mental night. </div>
wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-62527471796748582392012-11-20T12:40:00.001+00:002012-11-20T12:40:09.699+00:00alm-rom-comi did it! the man at pod central st giles loves me!<br />
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every day of my mundane life, i go to pod for a cream cheese bagel. it took these guys far too long to recognise that not only do i come in every day nearly without fail, i always order the same thing, and i never want a bag. the first person to pick up on this was the guy who makes my bagels. one fine morning i walked in and he caught my eye and mouthed 'cream cheese bagel?' and i, overjoyed that someone finally picked up on it, nodded and mouthed 'yes, thanks!' i was so thrilled. he started cooking my bagel before it was even ordered. i'd reached the height of breakfast take-away efficiency!<br />
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then he was gone. for a week, or two, i was bereft. beside myself. having to explain over and over that no, i did not want salmon on it, or a drink, or a FUCKING BAG! slowly, some of the ladies at the counter started to figure me out, and now most of the people who work there totally know what i order. i switched it up for a couple days and asked for tomato. they remembered that right away.<br />
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this morning, my favourite bagel toaster was back. he smiled, he said 'bagel?' I smiled and nodded. when he called out my order he said 'bagel with extra cream cheese' and gave me a giant grin. we are in love.<br />
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i am always having these almost romantic comedy run ins. the story always starts off hilariously ephron-scripted. on my way to ice-skating with a friend, i find a wallet on the tube. while looking through it for some sort of contact info, i find he's a banker (rich) with a gym (fit) and nando's (likes chicken) card. we make a plan to meet in front of canary wharf station on a cold winter's day. my friend is telling me how we'll get married someday and laugh about the stupid way we met. he shows up and is pretty much a mega twat who says in a posho voice 'i really must stop leaving my wallet places. ciao'.<br />
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then there was the time at the airport. christmas day. we'd had a massive snow here in the UK, and people were all backed up trying to get out of town. i took a bump because who in their right mind says no to US$1000 delta dollars? this meant i had to get on a bus to LHR and get on another plane four hours later. matt was behind me in line. we started to chat as you do. he also took the bump. we sat next to each other on the coach. he's also from the atl and living here. we like the same books and music and have a few beers and some food and a delightful time. we see each other several times once back in london. i might have left this bit out. matt is a gay man.<br />
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i've got the randy-newman-themed quirky meeting down pat. just nothing else. although it is always funny. i start telling people these stories and i just watch their heads start casting colin firth and mark ruffalo or whoever. till i get to the punchline and it changes to james spader c Pretty in Pink or ethan embry in Sweet Home Alabama.<br />
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the moral of the story here, is i still get extra cream cheese for free (heads out of the gutter, people!), and that's nothing to scoff at.<br />
<br />wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-74308585550022399362012-11-19T09:27:00.000+00:002012-11-19T09:27:00.720+00:00your sky all hung with jewelsthe first noteworthy thing that happened saturday was, when i was on my way to the gym, i passed razberet on her way <i>back</i> from the gym. we high-fived. we are a special kind of cool.<br />
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later that day, we met one of razberet's friends at joes. the poached
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we'd obviously just eaten so we did not have any snacks. but we very much were tempted. it's a delightful place to go on a saturday before 2pm (when it shuts), but considering how crowded it was on a very overcast and chilly day, i'd steer well clear if it's sunny and warm (ha, joke's on you, it's never sunny here).<br />
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cause we are equal-opportunity market visitors, we followed up maltby street with good old borough market. i do love this place but it's everyone's 'secret london place' to take their out-of-town friends so i tend not to go very much despite it being essentially just up the street. it was packed. but they had little balls of mozarella on cones with a dollop of some mega-garlicky pesto on top. we partook:<br />
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then i went looking for pumpkin ale cause this is the only place i know of to buy it. now that i think of it, whole foods would probably be a good shout. might try the one in clapham this arvo. <br />
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digression aside, we wandered around the market and i spent about £3 on mushrooms. my normal spend on one of those plastic punnets of mushrooms is £1, so £3 for like, i dunno, 10 shitake mushrooms and some other ones i dont know the name of is maybe a little on the high-falutin' side. but then we got like 6 avocados for a quid, so you see it all evens out in the end. <br />
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continuing on our 'all markets are created equal' rampage, we hit Elephant & Castle, a place i love so much, i capitalise it. i sincerely doubt there is anything in the world you can not get in this roundabout. there is a bowling alley, a 99p store, an iceland, a gregg's, a tesco, the grimeyest greasy spoon in south london, a wh smith that always looks like it's just been ransacked, a polish restaurant, an indian restaurant, a south american restaurant, a generic asian restaurant, a bingo parlour and a market that sells like all the tat you could ever want. i dont remember buying anything there.<br />
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we mainly went to see this house that had been on <a href="http://www.channel4.com/programmes/grand-designs/episode-guide/series-9/episode-5" target="_blank">grand designs</a>. it looks totally cool, you should go see it.<br />
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after we got home, exhausted, we had to deal with the fact that the sky is out, so we started watching the killing. seven hours later, we figured if we didn't cut ourselves off for the night, we'd be like crack-addled wastes of life with dried-out eyes by morning. <br />
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no, i have not missed the hypocrisy of posting pics of 'hipster locales' using instagrammed shots. suck it. <br />
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wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-67250304709237998842012-11-18T09:47:00.003+00:002012-11-18T09:47:30.100+00:00gimme two tickets to paradisei can now count myself amongst what is (hopefully) a select few people who have seen the two worst musicals in the history of time. the first, an also select few will remember, was this <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/10/and-dont-criticize-what-you-cant.html" target="_blank">bob dylan atrocity</a>. <br />
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the second is Loserville. my disappointment in all things related to this show lead me to NOT EVEN LINK TO IT. this is like the blogging equivalent of a boycott or sit in or some other non-violent and rarely effective form of protest. once again i am forced to ask how this ever got further than something the playwright handed to a mate and said 'hey what do you think of this?', which the mate then, for the benefit of mankind, just threw away.<br />
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the redeeming factor of the night was eating at <a href="http://www.standard.co.uk/news/london/gabys-deli-saved-theatreland-campaign-wins-west-end-diner-stay-of-execution-for-a-year-7869237.html" target="_blank">gabys</a>. go there. eat everything. it's right near leicester square tube. don't go see loserville afterwards.<br />
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the rest of the week was rather less eventful till friday, when o'shea and i went out for some korean yummies and then met razberet to see ruby sparks. this was OK. nick urata of devotchka -- we all know how much i love devotchka so i'll spare you the, 'omg devotchka are <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/09/you-get-me-through-my-current.html" target="_blank">SO GOOD</a> and they are also <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/06/devotchka.html" target="_blank">SO GOOD LIVE I MEAN IT</a>.' speech -- did the music, which you may also remember was the case for related-by-directors movie, little miss sunshine. i'd say LMS was a better movie, but this was pretty interesting. of course, ruby was a little too zooey deschanel my-only-personality-trait-at-all-is-quirky so i grew weary of that early on, still i enjoyed it and in comparison to the similarly plotted <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0420223/" target="_blank">stranger than fiction</a>, i thought they were pretty creative with the concept.<br />
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well, what i did was meet a very jolly damson jam in tooting for some very cheap shopping. how one person can spend £200 at three poundshops and a wilko is beyond me, which is interesting because i am said one person. first, we had some indian snacks. i'd probably have to admit this was a major theme of the day, as tooting really is pretty much the bees knees when it comes to indian snacks.<br />
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for those of you who were just getting comfortable with the idea that i might not veer off randomly with this post, buckle up. my seemingly endless search for bagels has become substantially more pleasant with the discovery of the <a href="http://www.thehappeningbagelbakery.co.uk/home.html" target="_blank">happening bagel bakery</a>. aside from a groovy '60s name that makes me wonder if that's pot or rye seeds, this place has a tremendous selection of not just bagels, but savoury indian snacks and like every cake you could think of in giganto pieces. no pics. just go there.<br />
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so after the shopping spree we wearily went back to the studio and had some chinese take away and damson jam finally managed to see Wet Hot American Summer. a lot of people have never heard of this movie and much as the writers of it intended, i always have to explain that it's not a porn when i tell new people about it.<br />
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Sunday was a trip with bankside to <a href="http://www.antic-ltd.com/jamcircus/" target="_blank">jam circus</a> in brockley. i walked. cause im weird. it took about 1h45m. every time i walk this far down the old kent road or whatever it turns into past the carpet right, i wish i did it more. every side street looks so intriguing. i should have taken pictures.<br />
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mostly what you need to know here is they charge £2.55 for a fucking pepsi with ice and the roast was delicious and we had a table by the fire. also, hipsters:wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15789625.post-35636397394468916972012-11-12T18:14:00.001+00:002012-11-12T18:14:52.064+00:00just a boss thing that is pure<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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ok, this is gonna be annoying and so i'm asking you to just like stick with it for a little while. a lot of people arent familiar with lambchop, the band. first i send them <a href="http://bagofrocks.blogspot.co.uk/2006/09/im-going-as-jw-for-halloween.html" target="_blank">here</a>.they normally ignore that and to punish them, i then say this:</div>
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so it's like a very warm day. not quite baking hot but verrrrry warm. you're somewhere real nice, with a view or something. lying down on the grass. the grass is a little itchy. your inner thermostat is about to kick on the a/c and is gearing up to start you off sweating. it's that kind of warm. you're feeling pretty warm. the sweat, it's kind of gross but there it is. one giant bead gathers strength and rolls down your back. it is at that very moment that the subtlest, gentlest breeze makes its way to you. it moves the grass a bit so the itch goes away. it sweeps over all your little new sweatletts and cools you right off. this situation is lambchop's music. </div>
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the lyrics are generally fairly bizarre, leaning towards unnerving, but the music itself is so goddamned beautiful it's hard to even care how depressing the lyrics may be. they've wrapped up cynicism in the cuddliest blanket ever. then they sewed a pocket on it for your remote control. so yeah i am a poncey arse, but their music is good.<br />
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what else is good is having totally forgotten that you booked second-row seats so when you arrive and she says 'all the way up front' you look at razberet and think 'score!' then you get there and are fairly spellbound when you discover there are about ten feet betwixt you and kurt wagner. they have this guy. he is pretty new. he plays (amongst many other things) three different kind of shaky things, several bell options, a bassoon, an oboe, a clarinet, a flute, a saxomophone, a random guitar that he never played like a guitar and one of those things that has like a keyboard on it but you blow it. i have no idea what to call it.<br />
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they were rounded out by a lovely group of pianist, bassist, drummer, keyboard/guitarist and of course, jerky kurt, replete with his co op hat. that's him in the light suit up there in the blurry picture.<br />
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quick notes: we saw it at cadogan hall, i had a tartlet (see above), we went for a pint afterwards at the clyde and this guy, who definitely seemed at least a little bit drunk, asked where tom delaney was like 10 times. they were supposed to meet at 'a pub'. we asked if it was this pub. he said no. we really didnt know what to say after that. i hope he found what he was looking for.wild cherry sarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12765168373231080089noreply@blogger.com0