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18 March 2008

My Days.


  My desk.  Monday. 
  Originally uploaded by Savage Pink

Well I killed another camera.  Yep, the Canon S80 is busted.  Needs £150 worth of repairs -- about half what it cost.  This has upset me because of course, I covet a better camera now.  I am thinking it's time to step back in the real world and get a digital SLR. 

Lovely, wonderful Damon bought me a new Casio supercompact to cheer me up.  A new version of the one I used to have (and broke - actually I had three. Lost one, broke two.)  This is nice because I can have it, literally, in my pocket all the time.  The S80 was a little bit too big for that.  In fact I think what killed it was having it in my handbag all the time.  I do treat cameras badly.  But then what's the point of having one if you don't have it with you all the time?

Anyway, to celebrate my devolution back to supercompact, I'm documenting my world.  This is partly inspired by my friend Eric's snapshots of his daily commute over there in Pennsylvania.  I think we may be attempting to inject excitement into a desperate and grey reality, but HEY.  At least we're trying.

A full, unabridged and no-holds-barred version of My Days will be available on Flickr.  You'll have to be a a friend/family of mine over there to see them all though.  I think even my friends and family will wish they didn't have to see it after a while, so don't fall out of your chair to get there.  However, to tempt you, by using Flickr's fabulous notes feature I will be offering insightful, exclusive, revealing and humorous commentary on my photos.  For a thrill-a-minute tour of my desk, click through the photo above.

15 May 2006

Birthday Weekend (Part One)

This past weekend was my Birthday Weekend. Of course you are less happy to shout about the birthdays, the more you have had. However, not being one to miss an opportunity to be the centre of attention, I had a wonderful weekend of pampering and fun. Birthdays, you see, are the single most important holiday of the year. Purely for selfish reasons of course. Of all the holidays, you share the day with the least people possible. You might even be lucky enough to know NO ONE who shares the date with you. How good is that?

Me & DamonSo, D and I wandered around London all weekend : something that is so rare these days as we are both working all the time. On Saturday we went to Borough Market by London bridge. If you love food, you would love this market. Small producers, specialist foods from all over the UK and France, Italy, Germany etc. They have alot of amazing cheeses, meats, vegetables, wines, you name it! Some of the stalls sell cooked food, ready to eat stuff as well. We bought alot of nice cheeses, some wild beef, and some rare spices, including some Hawaiian salt which D has always been keen to try. Me, I'm suspicious of pink salt.

Lunch at Fish!, a restaurant right there in the market that specialises in, yes, you guessed it, fish dishes. Unfortunately we were a bit disappointed, we'd been there before but this time it wasn't as good. It was 4.30pm and the haughty hostess greeted us with "have you got a reservation?" and when we said "no", she remarked, with a practiced sneer at her clipboard "not at all?". Jesus christ. It's a fish restaurant in a food market which seats 150 people and you currently have 15 chairs occupied. This number only decreased during our 90 minutes or so in the damn place. I had to send my calamari starter back because it was so rubbery. My main dish of grilled monkfish with garlic & herb butter was excellent though. I love monkfish. Plus we had two bottles of Prosecco to wash it down! And the good thing about Fish! is that it's like a greenhouse : all glass walls. So when the sun made a sudden appearance at 5pm it was really a lovely place to be sitting.

Then we went for a wander along the Thames and over the Millennium Footbridge near St Paul's cathedral. I've never walked across this before, it was built to commemorate the millennium (in case that wasn't clear) and it stretches across the Thames from the Tate Museum to St Paul's cathedral on the other side. The bridge was really controversial when it first opened because of the "wobbly" effect when too many people walked across it. One of the many famous British Millennium Disasters.

Blackfriar's pubWent into the Blackfriar pub for a pint - it's a beautiful old triangular Arts & Crafts pub which didn't use to be opened on weekends. It's so gorgeous inside. Then we walked up to the Spitalfields/Farringdon area and happened on a neat little restaurant called Flaneur which was actually a restaurant in the back of a food hall, so you eat at tables surrounded by 20 foot high shelves stacked with exotic boxes and jars and bottles of food from around the world. My idea of heaven, or what? (Flaneur apparently means "idle man about town". I wonder if there is a feminine equivalent?) It was really low lighting and beautiful big wooden chairs which made you feel very small (an excellent tactic for peddling enormous quantities of food). We had a three course meal which was great, plus a bottle of cava because of course D was totally spoiling me. I had some great asparagus with Roquefort butter, and a steak. D had a really mushroom rissotto for his main course. I have never found rissotto to be acceptable as a main course. It's just a bowl of rice!! C'mon... Dessert was a wickedly good chocolate cake. When they brought the cake to the table, they also brought an enormous soup terrine of freezing cold double cream. Decandence personified. Yum!

Sunday went to the cinema in Hampstead, to the Everyman 'cinema club' which is a new Tony & Julietrend here in London at least. Cinemas with big sofa or armchair seating that you reserve in advance, and they serve cocktails and wine and coffees and things. Really comfortable and nice! We saw Brick, which was excellent. It's a kind of murder mystery set in a high school in the present day, but the dialogue is all very stylised 30's and 40's slang : like a Mickey Spillane detective flick or something. Afterwards met some friends at the Gaucho Grill which is an Argentinian place, on Sundays they have an all-you-can-eat BBQ out back. Of course, nothing is straight forward when I'm involved (I have a restaurant curse) but the manager was very accomodating and at the end of the day we stuffed ourselves on meat, which is what we all wanted. Holly BushAfterwards, went to a "secret pub" that my friend Rachel showed us, hidden behind a bunch of houses in Hampstead. Oh my god, the houses in Hampstead! In the village part, where we are, there all all twisty little footpaths and gorgeous, incredibly old houses all built higgledy-piggledy on top of each other. I was being a total pest and looking right in everyone's windows at their furniture underwear and stuff. The pub was called the Holly Bush which is again, a very very old building - 17th century to be precise. So gorgeous!

Steve & Rachel

After the Holly Bush we all went down into Camden to meet up with some friends of Julie's who were in town for the day.Honestly, it was just so nice to get out and about for the weekend. Usually I'm either working these days or trying to catch up with laundry and cleaning and other delightful domestic chores at the weekend. Having two days to just enjoy being in the city was a total treat.

Part Two coming up next weekend! See, Julie's birthday is on the 18th so we are having some mutual celebrations and that means I get to stretch things out for another whole weekend! Hee hee hee.

Continue reading "Birthday Weekend (Part One)" »

04 April 2006

Dream a little dream of me....

Used to be, for years and years, when I smoked alot of pot, that I couldn't remember any of my dreams. If I had dreams that is. (Well, they say everyone dreams, don't they?) I'm wondering if maybe that (the lack of dream recollection bit) was maybe a good thing. I do tend to have really gnarly dreams. Bizarre stuff. If I have depressing or frustrating dreams, it can really ruin my mood for the whole day.

The other night I dreamt that BH was the guitarist from Saxon. I dreamed a really long, involved scenario where I got tickets to see Saxon play somewhere in Tennessee, and went along. BH was playing long drawn out technical metal solos on some kind of hybrid synthesizer/guitar. It sounded nothing like Saxon, and looked nothing like BH... but you know, it was a dream.

Then last night I had a dream that The Jesus Lizard were playing at a huge gig/party hosted by Corey in London. I was going but I was sad (because I don't work with TJL or Corey anymore) and nervous (because I didn't know if my presence was welcome by anyone). When I got to the venue I spotted Corey across the room and he studiously ignored me. The venue was bizarrely arranged into two small "Roman ampitheatre" type arrangements : bizarre because the band was set up to play in one and everyone in the other one just got to stare at empty space and hear the band playing on the other side of the building. Of course I drew a seat in the empty space section. After TJL played there was going to be a special Stax-Motown review, a special treat arranged by Corey. I got depressed and went to visit my friend Joy at the Thai restaurant she runs. (I have no such friend.) She cheered me up with good food and company, until Corey rang and booked up the whole restaurant for him and his friends for a meal after the show. Joy took the booking, somewhat reluctantly due to wanting to spare my feelings. As I got up to leave, Corey's people called back and asked if Joy would keep the restaurant open til the early hours so the Stax-Motown review could party after dinner. Joy said no way.

Yeah, but it was dream.

a photo of the jesus lizard by unknown

I don't really know what to believe about dreams. I guess the most logicial explanation is that dreams are an illogical jumble of our waking fears worries stress and boring daily lives. Although I did once have a really spooky dream... my most famous dream... The Paul Weller dream. Haven't I written about that one yet? Hmmmm.

08 February 2006

Misery hates company

Why do some days we wake up happy and others miserable? Yesterday I felt positive, full of beans, etc.  Today I could choke a kitten.

Okay the fact that my whole flat smells like a musty laundry could be something to do with it.

Grrrr.

05 February 2006

New year.... new blog.

Here I am again.  I won't mince words : 2005 was a cold bitch of a year.  Apart from the general and eternal struggle, I lost alot.  I lost John Loder, my friend/boss/mentor/business partner, the impact of which I can only just begin to understand, 5 months later.  I lost my cat, Pearl. And I lost The Beast, my 1973 Rover 3500 SD1.  Significant losses, all of them.  A car is less important than a pet or a best friend, but it was a special car, one that brought me great joy.  2006 ended with unanticipated tax bills wiping me out financially, just the kind of whipped cream and cherry that the year needed.
I gained some ground in 2006 too, and  I don't want to appear too ungrateful, but the good and wonderful things I am holding close to my chest for now, so I can nurture them to the best of my pathetic abilities and share them with you all when the time is right.  Good things are all too rare in my life now and I need to be a bit selfish about them for now.  Sorry.

I am going to try to get back on track with some of my personal pursuits too ... things like writing, even the blog... and my photos and cooking, and just being a more fully rounded person again.  My energies have been focussed in one or two particular directions lately and I need to find more balance.
Okay. That's all I can give.  Pinkie toe in the water and that.  Slowly slowly.

16 August 2005

Dice Party

Dice Party

I know that everything John did - all the business stuff, all the hard work - was about one goal : being able to hang out with people that he loved, people that inspired him. That was his ultimate currency.

I want to thank everyone for leaving comments and remembrances here, on a personal level it's really helping me deal with my own selfish sense of loss.

Guy's story really made me smile : so I dug out these photos of one such wonderful evening at the Loders. A meal shared by friends, followed by a rambunctious and seemingly endless game of dice. A thousand laughs, a million smiles.

Just look at the joy on that man's face. Have you ever seen anything like it?

Dice Party 2

14 August 2005

A Great Man Has Passed

And I can't find the words.

06 July 2005

nightmare

  03-31-05_1642 Originally uploaded by shappenfit

 

Jesus, what a night.  Nightmare that is!  Couldn't get to sleep.  Had terrible anxiety dreams all night : work, my car,  my family, my self.  ARRRRRGH.  Kept tossing and turning and waking up.  Most of it was work related, all very transparent manifestations of my worries and doubts.

Then the real nightmare began when London won the Olympic bid today.  Well that's it settled then.  I have to be out of London by 2012.  At least that gives me a deadline to work towards.

It's a 9 million quid lottery rollover draw tonight.  I bought  3 tickets.  I'm gonna win and all my problems will be magically solved.  It could be me.

05 July 2005

Bad skies over Hornsey

train05 Originally uploaded by Savage Pink.

I think this photo pretty much represents what is going on in my mind.  Lots and lots of big clouds of confusion, horrible dark spots of depression, and little holes of blue inspiration.

At the moment the confusion is definitely winning.

And I'm running out of friends to bore with it.

01 July 2005

Help

  Help Originally uploaded by Rev. Cyborg.

Oh dear oh dear. Funny how life really knows how to kick you when you're down. So god or goddess of eternal unhappiness is sat on a celestial mountain top somewhere, filing their nails and thinking to themselves, what does Allison really need right now?  How can I up the ante?  I know : a £5k tax bill should just about do the trick....

Oh flipping 'eck. What are you going to do? I am starting to feel like there is a mystical conspiracy to drive me out of the UK. It's like I'm in a huge garden maze and every path is a dead end, and the only exit drops off into a huge abyss.

Well, I just have to soldier on, I guess. So I wrote to teh tax office and explain that actually, I don't have that much spare change right now so would they just, err, like to get in line. Form an orderly queue. This is London, after all. No one is actually living within their means, are they?

Yeah so what else? Well, the thing with -C- went pretty much as expected. He accepted it, semi-graciously, which I'm really happy about. Okay well there;s 2% of me that wanted him to come to his senses and realise what an amazing, incredible catch I am and that to let me slip through his fingers will be the mistake he spends the rest of his days regretting.... but you know, I'm not and he won't. Let's be realistic here. I'm sad though, mourning the passing of some great physical interaction, and also the trust and confidence that was between us. I know we will still remain friends but I also know it will never quite be the same.

A good, dear dear friend, -J-, came around last night to console me in my time of financial and emotional depression. She was really wonderful, supportive and helpful. She even took notes and made me a "mind map" which is kind of scary, especially the bits added after the third bottle of wine, but you know... it might just come in handy. I really appreciate the company and the compassion. We ate a fabulous thai take-away from a new place called Lemongrass which will be getting many more of my quids in future. I didn't take any photos.