God, I HATE the sound of people eating apples. It has to rank as being one of the most disgusting noises of all time. There really ought to be a law against it.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:49 pm
I've also been looking around a few record shops, just on the offchance that I might find CDs by Electric Music and or Yamo (respectively: Karl Bartos' and Wolfgang Flur's post-Kraftwerk projects). But, what do you know? Forget it. If it ain't current or recent chart fodder or else re-released "classic" pop and rock, then it ain't stocked. More Grrrrr...
I had a look in a second-hand record shop as well, and was nearly enticed by a copy of Wreckless Eric's first album on 10" brown vinyl for £12. But, I asked myself, would I ever play it? Setting up the old turntable is such a chore. If I bought it, I'd just be doing so because it was a nice artefact. CDs are so much easier.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:47 pm
I've just been out and about in Oxford's city centre, looking in various shops. I nipped in WHSmiths to look at the magazines. What a ghastly experience that is. The shelves are crammed to capacity with magazines, all of which have garishly-coloured covers with headlines and slogans a-plenty all vying for your attention. It's information overload. There's so much for the poor brain to take in that it simply blanks the whole lot. I can NEVER find what I'm looking for in WHSmiths magazine department. And it doesn't help that they have this OBSESSION with totally reorganising the layout of the shop every several months, so just when you get used to where to find a regularly purchased periodical, you go along and find it's all changed. And even if you are able to actually focus your eyes on a few magazine titles, you still have the problem of all the people standing in the way, browsing through magazines and generally treating the place as if it were a public library. Grrrrrrr...
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:40 pm
Sunday, April 29, 2001
So, Jenny's party was good last night, even if we did hide in the kitchen and/or on the stairs for most of the night. Well, the kitchen is a good place 'cos that's where the alcohol is. Gillian was dropping off to sleep by 1:00a.m. so we got a taxi back to her place and I slept in the spare room. About midday, Jenny came on over, armed with left over bottles of booze from last night (Hurrah!) and we all went out for lunch at the Chicago Rock Cafe (or something) in Oxford.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:23 pm
I just watched a video of the film Photographing Fairies... very good British-made film; it's so refreshing to see a non-Hollywood movie. It's one of these films where not everything is explained, and you're left to put your own interpretations of what was happening. I think.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:19 pm
Saturday, April 28, 2001
This from today's Guardian newspaper:
Didgeri don't kill off the trees! Didgeridoo makers are endangering the rare eucalyptus phoenicea tree by cutting them down to make and sell the Aboriginal wind instruments to tourists, a researcher said yesterday. Authorities in Northern Territory want a tagging system to curb the black market.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:45 pm
Not a lot to report as of yet, this Saturday. I arose a little late for me... I was up until all hours last night reading Wolfgang Flur's autobiography, which I am finding absolutely fascinating. (I love autobiographies!) And as a result I've been listening to Kraftwerk all day. And Elektric Music which is Karl Bartos's post-Kraftwerk project.
What else have I done? Well went to Tesco for some shopping and to get some wine for later. And I also nipped into Focus Do It All and bought a new toilet seat. Fun, eh? Well... I'm delighted with it. The old one kept falling off, which isn't what you really need when you're sitting on the loo, is it?
The wine is for Jenny's housewarming party, which is tonight.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:39 pm
Friday, April 27, 2001
I had a sense of deja vu when watching last night's The X Files, in which "The Centre for Disease Control call in Agents Scully and Doggett to investigate an organism that consumes human flesh, discovered in the Boston subway system" (8X13 Medusa, X Files Episode Guide). There were definitely echoes there of two old Doctor Who stories: "The Web of Fear" (Yeti in the London Underground system), and "The Green Death" (deadly green slime, first discovered in a welsh coal mine). Coincidence?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:26 am
As many of you know, I do dabble with music now and again. My main instrument is the guitar, although I also use keyboards, synthesisers, and sequencers in my musical meanderings. Despite a love of the guitar, I've never been a big fan of guitarists. Captain Sensible of The Damned is one of my fave guitar players, although I'm not sure if that's because of his guitar playing, or because of his personality. I suppose he is a brilliant musician, and in a way I probably like his sometimes detached approach to the guitar, as if he's not really bothered by it. He's not egotistical about it. I like quite off-the-wall guitarists, rather than people who play all that cliched stuff. Another favourite of mine is Daniel Ash (Love and Rockets / Tones on Tail / Bauhaus) who is a very innovative player. Like him, I always used to enjoy trying to get unusual tones and sounds out of my guitar, hence my fondness for the sustaining device known as the EBow, and for Daevid Allen-style glissando effects.
I also have been known to dabble with unusual instruments, e.g. six string bass (or baritone guitar); a half-scale 12-string; and a fretless six-string guitar (lovely with EBow). Those last two particular instruments are now dead, I'm sorry to recall. The half-scale 12-string was damaged when a girlfriend threw it at me in a fight many years ago, and I took it apart meaning to repair it and never got around to reassembling it all. Anyway, the damage to the finish of the body was quite severe and would need a lot of work. The fretless guitar I still have, but the pickups just completely died and are now useless. The guitar itself was based on an old cheapy Vox guitar, and the body is so thin - just 2 cm thick - that I don't know if I could find another pair of pickups that would fit. Also, I've noticed one of the bolts that keeps the neck fixed in place has sheared off and would need replacing. I don't know why I keep that piece of junk, actually. Sentimentality, I suppose.
All this talk of musical experimentation allows me to segue neatly onto the topic of one of my favourite bands: Kraftwerk. Yesterday, I went out and bought Wolfgang Flur's autobiography "Kraftwerk: I Was A Robot". I'm still in the process of reading the book, which I found slow going at first because of the language used - I suppose this is because it's been translated from German. I was intrigued to find a couple of vaguely tranny-reminiscient references. Early on, when Flur is describing his childhood days, we learn that:
Mother wore the trousers in our family, and I can still see her before me in her elegant dresses or painting her fingernails. I would watch her secetly through the keyhole as she put on her sexy underwear, which I sometimes slipped on myself when she wasn't there. The scraps of silk felt wonderfully smooth and cool against my skin, and I would twirl enthusiastically in front of the mirror, observing myself from all angles.
Later on, describing his first meeting with Kraftwerk founder members Ralf Hutter and Florian Schneider-Esleban, Flur observes of Hutter that:
... I also noticed his transparent nail varnish. He made quite a feminine impression on me, and I liked that because I like men with feminine attitudes.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:42 am
Thursday, April 26, 2001
Good news*... Phoenix the calf has been spared. Hurrah! (See yesterday's blog entry). Full story here. * to be read in the voice of Professor Farnsworth from Futurama
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:01 pm
The future of a 12-day-old calf which survived a foot-and-mouth cull on the farm where it was born looks doubtful as government officials seek a court order to kill her. The white heifer, named Phoenix, was discovered lying next to its dead mother, which had been slaughtered five days previously at 35-acre Clarence Farm in Membury, Devon.
Officials from the Ministry of Agriculture arrived at the farm on Wednesday to remove the carcasses of the slaughtered animals and to kill Phoenix. But Phoenix's owner Michaela Board, 35, who runs the farm with her husband, Philip, 42, said she was not happy with that decision to dispose of the calf and asked the officials to leave her property...
This really angers me. In most instances foot and mouth disease isn't even fatal. The animals get over it. What it all boils down to is that the animals cannot be traded. They can't be sold overseas. So, the whole of this foot and mouth fiasco is about money. Bastards.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:42 pm
Speaking of fish, on my journeys to and from work on the train between Didcot and Oxford, I have noticed that many of the utilitarian rolling stock vehicles - coal trucks and their ilk, and those long ones that look like a bunch of girders and planks on wheels - are named after aquatic life-forms. I've been mentally keeping a list of these. Those I have seen and can still remember include: dogfish, salmon, sealion, coalfish*, mullet**, limpet, stingray, sea cow, sea urchin and barracuda. There are more, but I can't remember them all right now. I did consider keeping a notebook on me to write down the names as and when I saw them, because they amused me, but then I do have to consider the reaction this might elicit from my fellow passengers. They'd all think I was a saddo trainspotter, which is not the image I want to convey. (And now I've gone and upset all the trainspotters. Sorry. Come back!!!) Anyway, I'm still waiting to get a whelk on my list. I'll keep you all posted about future sightings. * What is a "coalfish"? I think they made this one up. ** Possibly this one is named after a dodgy 1980s hairstyle*** rather than a fish. *** Using the word "style" there in its loosest sense.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:49 am
Tuesday, April 24, 2001
I've been meaning to resurrect the News and Gossip section of the Sherri and Gina website for a while now. When Tripod deleted that site and subsequently later on reinstated it, the news and gossip section sort of fell into disuse as, by that time, I had started up a new Sherri and Gina site at our own domain name. Anyway, what I've now done is to turn the old Tripod site - which is linked through from http://www.sherri-gina.com - into another blog. Hopefully, Sherri will contribute reports and links too, and if anyone else would like to be on the team, then please let me know, 'cos I don't want to be the sole contributor to that particular blog.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:03 pm
Some of you may know that I've been on a diet since January, and have lost quite a few inches. I don't know how much weight lost that is, because I absolutely do not do weighing scales. Anyway, despite all that, I still get the occassional sugar rush, when I've just GOT to have sweeties. Must be something to do with the normal lack of sugar in my diet, so my body ends up demanding sugar input, that sort of thind. Anyway favourite sweeties at the moment are StarburstSour Burst and X Factor. Yum!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:16 am
I was wondering if there were any other blogs by TGs (surely there must be), and after a quick search on Google discovered hit-or-miss.org which lists weblogs written by gay, lesbian and transgendered people. Quickly scanning the list I can't see any who are obviously trannies, but I'll have a more in-depth look-through later.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:49 am
Someone on the Damned message board has just posted that today it's Captain Sensible's birthday. Which is spooky, because guess what CD I chose this morning for my listening-on-the-train-on-the-way-into-work type music? Answer: Captain's very own "Meathead" album. Which made for a bizarre start to the day. Anyway - Happy Birthday Cap!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:07 am
So, this morning I was watching the London Marathon on TV, and all that exertion looked really gruelling, but I believed that I knew how the competing athletes felt, as my own body - and my legs in particular - felt really numb and tired. But, that's what two nights in a row at three different venues, in 7" high heels does for you!
So, as you may gather, I'm feeling especially tired out, physically as well as being desirous of a good sleep, but I'm going to try my best to relate the events of the last two days. As I mentioned in Friday's blog entry, Plan B was put into action. Jo picked me up at about 3:00p.m.ish and we went to Debbie and Nicki's in Northampton, and after being entertained by Liquorish, the randy rabbit, we glammed up ready for a night out. Also in attendance was Shel (of course), and Payge (who I'd met once before about 3 years ago). We all went on to a wonderful venue called Pink Punters, which is basically a gay and lesbian members club, although they are now trying to encourage tranny patronage too. It was a first class venue with all the amenities, bar style upstairs and disco/dancefloor downstairs. We had food laid on, which was great, and we're soon joined by... let's see if I can try and remember... Frankie and Wendy, Lara and Steven, Melanie, Petra, Sarah, Big Jack and Emma. And possibly some more, I'm having trouble recalling. Anyway, part way through the night this guy comes over to me and says, "Gina darling, are you going to ignore me ALL night?"... and it was Glen, a friend and ex-colleague of mine from a couple of years back. It was so good to see him again, and we spent a while swapping stories and yapping.
When we got back to Debbie and Nicki's, Jo had to leave unexpectedly rather urgently, so the next day (Saturday now) I went with Sherri into London and we stopped over at Tamsin's. Sherri managed to twist my arm, and in the end I agreed to go out with Tamsin and Sherri to both Storme's and the WayOut Club. We ran into simply loads of people at both venues... in fact, BOTH venues were absolutely heaving. It was so busy, it seemed that every tranny in South East and beyond had put in an appearance. And it was nice to meet BobbyJo at last too! At Storme's Andrea presented Sherri with a large bouquet of flowers, in the section when she gets people up, and makes everyone cheer for their favourite. Sherri ought to thank me really, cos I'm sure I was responsible for half of the whooping and cheering on her account. We must have left WayOut about 3-ish and all collapsed into our respective heaps back at Tamsin's flat.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:51 pm
Friday, April 20, 2001
So, I had this bizarre dream last night, in which Laurel and Hardy performed a surprisingly good version of Wreckless Eric's song "Out Of The Blue". Can anyone tell me what the hell that was supposed to mean? Or is it just the result of constantly playing Eric's "Greatest Stiffs" CD and also eating some cheddar before I went to bed last night?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:04 pm
I suppose the spider could just possibly have been a doppelganger.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:24 pm
So my original plans for this weekend have backfired, so it's switch to Plan B. Which was originally Plan A, before an ambitious Plan B came along and decided that it wanted to be Plan A and thusly deposed the original Plan A of its position. If you follow all that. Good luck to you, cos I'm not sure if I do. ANYWAY, forgetting all that nonsense, what's happening is that I will be going to the Pink Punters club in Bletchley, near Milton Keynes, tonight. It should be a good do, there's a whole group of the "girls" going along.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:18 pm
Day off work today, so I had a bit of a lie-in despite El Bastardos next door being a fucking noisy oaf.
In the bathroom I found a note saying "The spider is back". And I looked up into the corner above the head end of the bath, and sure enough there was a tiny-bodied long-spindly-legged spider. "I know you," I thought to myself, "I chucked you out the front door last night!" But surely, it must be a long way from outside the front of my house, to the ceiling of my bathroom, which is upstairs at the back of the house. I mean, that must be like, if there's some really annoying person bugging you, strapping them to a rocket, lighting the now legendary blue touchpaper and waving goodbye to them as they are shot off to China. Or somewhere. And then, the next thing you know, you turn around to be confronted by that self same pain-in-the-arse bugging you again, and you're thinking "How the hell, did you do that?"
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:12 pm
Thursday, April 19, 2001
I've been scanning some of the photos from Tamsin's collection today:
Here's me, looking very sophisticated:
and here's Tamsin herself:
These pics haven't yet, as I write this, been loaded to any of the websites. I'll scan some more, make some thumb-nails, etc, and put a couple of pages up next week - most likely on the Sherri and Gina website.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:13 pm
Wednesday, April 18, 2001
Not a lot to say today, at least nowt much springs to mind immediately. Lots more IT crap to sort out at work so I was unable to nip out at lunchtime. I wanted to nip into Virgin or HMV and get some cheapy sale videos for the weekend. I'm not the biggest movie fan in the world, and hence can't contribute much to one of the most popular topics of conversation whenever two or more people are gathered together, but I will part with the occassional small amount of cash for a couple of VHS tapes.
But I don't know what it is about movies. I just get bored too easily by anything of more than 20 minutes duration. It has to be a film I really seriously want to see. So, what do I like? Fave movies include: The City of Lost Children, Delicatessan, Ed Wood, Some Like It Hot, and err... I dunno. I like quite off-the-wall movies, and am rarely impressed by the stuff churned out of Hollywood, and absolutely HATE computer generated special effects. Hhmmmmm... there must be some more movies I like... I'll think on it.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:05 pm
Tuesday, April 17, 2001
There were a disturbing number of policemen on platform 2 of Oxford station tonight. A whole squadron of them I'd say. And even more worryingly they seemed to be kitted out in this futuristic Star Wars style black armour. Actually, if they'd ditched the now legendary domed helmets and the fluorescent yellow over-jackets, they wouldn't have looked far out of place at a fetish event, y'know, Torture Garden or somesuch. And what is worrying is that their presence there, complete with armour and side-handled batons, was apparently because "Reading are playing Oxford" (football, or some such tosh, I should imagine). That's scary. Are football fans that big a menace that the police need to be kitted out in this way? Not to mention all the police vans in the street, and policemen mounted on visor-wearing horses. Why not call out the bloody army?
And moving swiftly on from Police fashion, to street fashions, I saw some crazy kids wearing the most ridiculous of outfits today. So is the punk look coming back in then?... 'cos there were numerous spiky hairstyles and designer punk clothing on kids too young to even remember punk rock. I doubt that the death of Joey Ramone yesterday meant anything to them at all. "Joey Who?" they'd go. Yeah right. One kid just looked like a complete dork, and to make things even funnier, he was sporting a "porn star" t-shirt! Yeah, in your dreams, kiddo.
And the other really disturbing fashion statement (?) I've noticed is these ridiculous trousers people are wearing. I mean the baggy ones with the arse down around the wearer's knees (making it look like they've shat themselves) have been around for a while, but now I'm noticing these crazily wide bell-bottoms. There was this kid on Didcot station this morning, carrying an enormous rucksack which must have been about three-quarters the size of his own body. He was trying to make his way along the platform struggling with this monolithic rucksack, and being severely hampered because he kept stepping on the frayed and dirty bottoms of these outrageous floppy-bottomed cord trousers he was wearing. Shit, it was comical.
I know, I shouldn't really laugh at these kids, and I shouldn't be having a go at others what with me being a transvestite and all that, y'know, equal clothing rights and all... but sometimes it feels good to have a good ol' bitching session! Ha!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 6:02 pm
Back at work after the long weekend, and more IT crap to sort out. Why are telephone support lines so bloody awful? I found myself in a queue having to listen to Enya (argggghhh!) for 15 minutes, with the occasional recorded message interruption of "Thank you for waiting, your call is important to us." (So sincere). Then I could stand no more, slammed the phone down, and resorted to email contact instead.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:09 am
Monday, April 16, 2001
Anyway, why are bank holidays so boring? I just don't know what to do with myself today. I suppose I could do a bit of sorting out house-wise. There's so much that needs doing, but can I summon up the enthusiasm? And turning to the internet for amusement doesn't offer much either. Grrrr... no-one seems to email me any more. Blighters!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:41 am
I borrowed a whole pile of photos that I hadn't seen before from Tamsin the other day, and now need to find a scanner that works. Mine still needs the scanner lead, and I think the computer the scanner is installed on at work is a bit dodgy. Anyway, as soon as the pics are scanned I can make a new photo album page (it'll most likely be on the Sherri and Gina website as that is the one that is crying out the loudest for new content).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:38 am
Checking back through my last few blog entries makes scary reading. I must sound like a right alchy, with all this talk of drinking this 'n' that, more alcohol, etc etc. Really, folks, I'm not that bad. Honest.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:34 am
Sunday, April 15, 2001
What can I say about last night except "Eeeeeks"! I woke up this morning in Tamsin's spare room wearing only a pair of black panties and a wonderbra. Memory started flooding back and I recalled that I had passed out the previous night, having first had crawled into the spare room and collapsed onto the bed, still fully dressed. I vaguely recall Sherri coming into the room at some point and taking my shoes off (not too comfy sleeping in stilettos) and throwing a quilt over me. And then I remembered getting up in the night and taking my dress and stockings off and then wiping my make-up off in the bathroom mirror. I seem to recall the noise coming from the bathroom... the back window was open and the sound of birdsong was deafening, although possibly in my post-inebriated state my senses were heightened.
So as you may gather, we had a good ol' party for Tamsin (and I'm glad she liked the silver and rose-quartz earrings I bought for her). Who was in attendance? Well - the Fab Three - Tamsin, Sherri and I. And then there was Charlotte and Susie, Sarah Phillips, Karen from Newbury and her friend Nicki. There were supposed to be others, but ... errrmmm... they must've got lost somewhere. And there was so much food that Tamsin had laid on. We were all wondering if we'd discovered the first post-operative transsexual to become pregnant when we found Sarah dipping chocolates into guacamole. And there was so much alcohol too. I know I drank a fair bit of wine, followed by best part of a bottle of Southern Comfort. Then towards the end of the night we had some of the ol' bubbly stuff. I remember being fascinated at how I was unable to unscrew the base of the champagne flutes - which impressed Karen no end (she hadn't realised they were plastic) and kept me happy for a good quarter of an hour. And it was about at this point that things started getting hazy for me. I think the ol' bubbly stuff spelt the end for me.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:12 pm
Saturday, April 14, 2001
Arrgghhhh! Definite sense of deja vu (fill in your own french language accents there - I can't be arsed) this morning. Actually, read last Saturday's blog entry and it's much the same right now. Except that I haven't showered and defuzzed yet. And I still have to look up train times, pack my bag and make my way over to Tamsin's. And I had such a rotten hangover this morning. That's what best part of a bottle of wine plus 5 or 6 brandies to follow will do for you. And I've got to do it all again tonight. But in high heels! Eeeeks! I ought to get started really.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:45 am
Friday, April 13, 2001
So much for spring cleaning. All I've managed to get done is to clean my bedroom windows, which was interesting, especially the sitting on the window ledge and leaning out to clean the outside part of the operation. Yikes! And, guess what? They're all streaky now. Is it possible to clean windows without leaving streaks? Oh, and I've taken the curtains down too, and now I'm trying to guess whether I can risk putting them in the washing machine, or whether they're going to need a more specialised form of cleaning. I'll be damned if I'm paying to have them dry cleaned.
Oh well... I suppose it's time to head off to Tesco now and buy more alcohol. Hurrah!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:16 pm
As a kid I could never work out why all the other characters in a certain cartoon show called the central character "Top Cat" - or even "TC" - and also why the theme song referred to him as "Top Cat", but the programme was listed and announced as "Boss Cat". It made no sense to my youthful mind. Was he "Boss Cat" or was he "Top Cat"? Or was it spelt B-O-S-S but pronounced "Top"? What was going on there?
Years later (like, last year) I found out that the BBC had refused to use the title "Top Cat", because it was a brand of cat food and they couldn't be seen to inadvertantly advertise. Causing confusion in the minds of a whole generation of innocent children was fine apparently, but accidental advertising was a definite no-no!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:01 pm
Thursday, April 12, 2001
This from the BBC News:
An Israeli computer programmer has made a name for himself by changing his surname to '.com'. The former Tomer Krissi, 25, who works for a hi-tech company, now has the same name as his website - tomer.com. Israeli authorities have reluctantly issued him a passport and identification card. The Interior Ministry at first rejected his name-change application, claiming a name could not include punctuation marks. But Mr .com and a lawyer friend studied the law and found there was no such provision, so the officials backed down.
Mr .com, a self-confessed internet addict who used to spend 12 hours a day surfing the net, told Reuters his new name simply made more sense than the old. 'I see surnames, which have meaning as archaeological artefacts, and I wanted to give mine some significance for myself in the year 2001,' he said. 'The internet opened my mind ... now my site, which is my name, has become my calling card for the whole world.' It may even improve his love life, he said. 'Say I meet a girl, for instance, and I don't get her number. That could have been a missed opportunity, but now it won't be because she'll always know where to find me,' he said. http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/world/middle_east/newsid_1271000/1271728.stm
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:09 pm
Wednesday, April 11, 2001
I think possibly my biggest failing is that I do hate conflict. I hate upsetting people, and am thus not very good at saying "No" or nipping situations in the bud before they get way out of hand. There's that old saying "got to be cruel to be kind" and I think I'm just beginning to learn what it means.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:01 pm
Monday, April 09, 2001
Received the Ian Dury tribute album "Brand New Boots and Panties" in the post this morning. Must have listened to it three or four times already. Great tracks from Wreckless Eric ("Clevor Trever") and Cerys Matthews from Catatonia ("If I Was With A Woman"). Not too sure about Robbie Williams' contribution on "Sweet Gene Vincent" ... he sounds a bit wooden and like he's going through the motions. Just like it was another job for him and he couldn't really give a toss.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:53 pm
Oh dear, I'm still feeling tired out after Saturday night. Just can't stand the pace, perhaps. Or should I blame work? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. It's too much stress in the old job that's doing it.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:50 pm
Sunday, April 08, 2001
Here's that pic of Sherri, Tamsin et Moi (well, it was supposedly Parisian Night) from Storme's last night. Eeeeks! I look really sloshed... I don't remember being that drunk though.
Had a fabulous night at Storme's with Tamsin and Shel, and caught up with lotsa lovely people. Andrea (hostess) managed to capture me with her digital camera again! Grrrrr... and I did try so hard to avoid her. She took one pic of the three of us that looked quite good on the little screen on the back of the camera; no idea what it'll look like full size though. Hopefully, we'll find out soon. Anyway, I wore my long slinky midnight blue velvet dress and the new 7" heels from Brighton... and managed to keep trampling poor Tamsin's feet in them. Eeeeks! Sorry... I'm still getting used to wearing platforms; I thought I did quite well in them for the most part. At one point some guy came over and tried a bit of the old chat with me. He asked if I liked the music, and that "Dancing in the Moonlight" thing by I Have No Idea Who was playing, and I said it reminded me of TV Chef Jamie Oliver* because of it being in one of the Sainsbury's adverts** in which he stars. That confused the guy trying a bit of the old chat no end, and he soon beat a hasty retreat. Hurrah! But... there were certain people I was expecting to meet up with who simply never appearred. Where were you? (You know who you are!) * A chef who appears on television, I mean, not a transvestite chef. Just thought I'd clear that one up fo you, 'cos I'm nice like that. ** That means advertisements to you folks in the United States. I'm not sure why you americans can't get your head around that simple abbreviation. I thought you guys invented the whole concepts of abbreviating things?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:36 pm
Saturday, April 07, 2001
Uh-oh... here's me, still in my bath-robe having showered and defuzzed, and I still haven't decided what I want to wear tonight at Storme's, and I'm going to need to be packing my bag soon, as I need to be catching the train into London sometime early this afternoon! I expect I'll just throw a few things in on the spur of the moment. Whatever, I know that I want to wear those 7" platform heels that I bought in Brighton. Ha! That'll make me taller than everyone. Well, not everyone perhaps.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:21 am
Friday, April 06, 2001
Last night I nipped into the BBC Radio Wales chatroom, where a chat was taking place with Captain Sensible. I was a bit late turning up (I'd been watching The X Files on Sky), and Cap was replaced by welsh gravel-voiced songstress Bonnie Tyler soon after I turned up (Grrrrrr...). SO, whilst I was waiting for Cap to reappear, I thought I'd chuck a question in Ms Tyler's direction, so I asked if she had any faves from the current welsh music scene - Super Furry Animals, Manic Street Preachers, Catatonia, Stereophonics, Big Leaves, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci... and she answered back, yes, Stereophonics, who she once met and they were all jolly nice chaps! Uh-oh! Wrong answer. That proves she has no taste.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:13 am
Thursday, April 05, 2001
Gawd, I dunno, these nutty religious types. This Easter story from the BBC News website today:
A row over a picture of the Virgin Mary wearing a floral bikini has broken out in the US state of New Mexico. Catholic activists have described the digital collage, by Los Angeles artist Alma Lopez, as disgusting and insulting and said they want it removed. It is being exhibited as part of a show in the Museum of International Folk Art in Santa Fe.
Archbishop Michael Sheehan said the work, Our Lady, depicted Mary "as if she were a tart". But Lopez has said she sees nothing offensive about showing the Virgin Mary as a modern day woman. "This is very conservative," she said. "Even if I look really hard at Our Lady, I don't see what is so offensive, honestly. I see beautiful bodies that are gifts from our creator."
Hundreds of angry protesters showed up for a public hearing on Wednesday held by the Museum of New Mexico board on whether the picture should be removed. But the crowd was too large for the venue, leaving more than 300 outside chanting "cancel the meeting." More than 400 crammed inside but the board called off the meeting after about half an hour when police said they feared possible violence by those outside. Board members said the discussion was ill-timed, coming just before Easter Sunday. "Holy Week is Holy Week plus the fact that we want to make sure everything is done correctly," said board president Wood Arnold. http://news.bbc.co.uk/hi/english/entertainment/arts/newsid_1261000/1261720.stm
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:10 pm
AND... (dead exciting, this) this lunchtime I braved the 'orrible wet 'n' windy weather outside (wet 'n' windy weather inside would be really bad news), went around to the Apollo Theatre box-office, and I've got tickets for Ardal O'Hanlon's show next month. Hurrah! Hooray! & Hurroooo!!! (Eh?)
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:16 pm
Wednesday, April 04, 2001
Futher to yesterdays ponderings on where to stay in London this weekend, Sherri phone me this morning, and said "Don't book the hotel, we're staying at Tamsin's!" So, that's all rather splendid. The original Fab Three will be together again and hitting Storme's! More Hurrah! Now, I just have to decide on something to wear.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:29 pm
Not much to report back today, folks. It's been all work work work. Still, I'm meeting up once again with Jenny and Gillian after work for some drinkies, and a bite to eat too, I expect. According to Jenny in an email I received from her yesterday, it's going to be an "alcohol fest". Yikes! We'll see.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:24 pm
Tuesday, April 03, 2001
I'm wanting to go to Storme's this coming Saturday night, but will need somewhere to stay over, get changed into fabulous mode, etc. I will have to ring around a couple of hotels tomorrow. I hope there's accommodation somewhere (and not too expensive).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:10 pm
Re: what we've just been talking about, perhaps what it means is that underneath it all I can't be bothered being creative after all and would rather sit down with a good book and a cup of coffee. Yikes! Pass me the carpet slippers. Nooooooooo!!!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 6:53 pm
So, I was all set to go out and do some shopping of the MiniDisc variety (see last night's musings on my longings to be musically creative again). Or, if I wasn't actually going to make a purchase, I at least wanted to have a look at some of the machines available and try not to let the salesman push me into parting with my cash too easily. So, I go out this lunchtime, and what do I buy?
The latest paperback by Robert Rankin (Hurrah! I've been looking forward to it), and
Two china Noah's Ark mugs from the Tea House (they're very nice... one has a polar bear on it, and the other features an elephant).
I'm sure that there must surely be some sort of moral to this tale, but I don't see what it is.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:48 pm
Monday, April 02, 2001
I've been lamenting the loss of a bass guitar that I had a few years ago. I just wish I'd hung onto that instrument. It was nothing fancy, just a cheapy little short-scale bass that I bought in a junk shop, but it played so nicely and just felt comfortable and friendly. I bought it for only £15. It had no electrics in it. I bought a couple of pots and some wire from an electronics shop in Swindon, got the soldering iron out, and soon had the beasty going. It never had a back plate to the control panel but this was no problem. Looks-wise, the bass was shaped like a Gibson SG. It was a cherry red colour, and had obviously seen life in a punk band as there was a word ("scum", or "puke", or something - I can't remember) in Sex Pistol stylee "newspaper cut-out" lettering on the back. It also had a reflective skull and crossbones on the front. The skull and crossbones I left alone, but the lettering on the back I removed with a scouring pad. As I said, it was a lovely little bass, but I sold it to a friend who was keen to learn the bass, and for some reason I was feeling charitable and decided to do him a favour. Just £20 - that was all I asked for it. I must have been mad. But I did have another bass, so I thought, why did I need two? The other bass was another one of my projects - a long scale thing made from spare parts from Brandoni Guitars (they who often advertised in Guitarist magazine). This one was (and is - as I still have it) a 1980s style thru-neck design, with all the stripes of wood going through the neck like a stick of rock. I just built the thing for the fun of it. Truth is that I hate this bass, and wish I had my little cheapy SG-copy still. I think I sold the wrong one. Grrrr...
So, all this music talk is because I'm thinking that I want to start recording some new bits and pieces. Perhaps I'm too modest to call them songs. Some of my pieces are what I like to call "sound collages". There might be a synthesised sequence going on, with guitars (acoustic, electric and played with an EBow) overdubbed over the top, and often little snippets of dialogue from TV, radio, adverts, etc, sprinkled into the mix. I just really love that abstract kind of stuff. I do try writing proper "songs" too, but with me, they either end up being comic songs (and unfunny ones at that) or just plain twee. Or crap.
Nevertheless, I'm feeling the urge to give this music-making another whirl. I feel the need to create. But I need a mastering machine (multi-tracking I can do - I have a 4-track Tascam cassette jobby - it's old, but so what? I like that lo-fi thing!). So I've been considering the pros and cons of getting a recordable mini-disc machine. I reckon that should be just about affordable. Hhhhmmmm...
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:42 pm
Oooooh! Alcohol at lunchtime... Ooh-err. I'm all sleepy now and possibly not good for anything much contructive workwise this afternoon. Wow, what wonderful syntax, eh folks? So then, thoughts for the day... bluuuerrggghhhh... I think that just about sums it up.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:01 pm
Sunday, April 01, 2001
Eeeeeeks! Where did the weekend go?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:54 pm