Phew! That was a tense episode of 24. I feel exhausted after having watched that.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:51 pm
Saturday, June 29, 2002
Has anyone else received this bafflingly bizarre spam email:
Time Travelers PLEASE HELP!!!10010 Hello,
If you are a time traveler or alien and or in possession of government or alien technology I need your help! My entire life and health has been messed with by evil beings! If you have access to the carbon copy replica model #50 3000 series, the dimensional warp, temporal reversion or something similar please reply! I simply need the safest method of transferring my consciousness to my younger self with my current mind/memory. I need an advanced time traveler to work with who can help me, I would prefer someone with access to teleportation as well as a variety different types of time travel. This is not a joke! I am serious! Please send a separate email to me at: Dragonball03@aol.com if you can help!
What is this guy on?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:09 pm
Friday, June 28, 2002
The Ox, RIP
John Entwistle, bassist of The Who has died after a heart attack. (BBC News)
I was lucky enough to see The Who - before all the reunions - during the Face Dances tour when I was a teenager. My Dad actually arranged for me to go with some of the girls from his office. It was a big adventure for me. I had to travel into Reading on the train and meet my father's colleagues at a pub no less! I was underage, and this seemed like total decadence to be out drinking in a pub with people who worked for my father! (Would they tell him, or would it be our secret, I wondered?) Then we all had to board a chartered coach full of Who fans, and were whisked to Wembley.
That place was vast. I'd never been in such an enormous venue to see a concert before. The support band were the soulful Q-Tips, featuring a then mostly unknown Paul Young on lead vocals. And then came The Who themselves. What can I say? Magnificent is a word that springs to mind. They just played an amazing set. All those Who classics - Won't Get Fooled Again, Who Are You?, Substitute, My Generation... Hell, I can't list them all! And they were so loud and the lighting was incredible and... and...
Well, it was years ago. I can't really give you a review of a show I saw over twenty years ago. I don't remember much apart from being totally blown away. (Other than that one of the girls had a pair of binoculars with her, which we took turns using so we could get a closer glimpse of things!)
The Who were the original show-stopping loud-as-fuck rock band. I feel privileged to say that I have been to one of their concerts.
As to John. Well, what a man! A very creative bass-player (listen to that classic bass solo in My Generation! Yes, a bass solo on a 1960s single. Who else ever did that?), an artist and cartoonist, a keen collector of guitars (a interest which I - modestly - share)...
He was the quiet one in The Who. Obviously Pete Townsend was the spokesman for the band. But John was always there in the background, a rock, an anchor. You felt that it was him that quietly and unassumingly kept things together as both Pete Townsend and Roger Daltry seemed quite volatile characters. And you felt that here was a man with much humour. Witness his cartoons, such as the cover of The Who By Numbers or some of the wacky bass guitar designs he had made into fully functioning instruments.
Damn it! I want to go and listen to lots of Who records now. But that seems kinda morbid. Rest in peace, John Entwistle.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:37 am
Thursday, June 27, 2002
So, who watches Coronation Street? If you do, then you'll know that recently in a possibly desperate effort to boost the ratings and win the battle of the soaps against BBC's execrable EastEnders, the Street has been having a bit of a shake-up. Unpopular characters are being phased out (I think even Betty Turnip has gone... and about bloody time too as she never actually DID anything) and classic characters from the show's history are making reappearances.
Recently we have seen Bet Lynch (a.k.a. actress Julie Goodyear) make a reappearance. Oh my God! Is this the Bet of old? I mean, she was always a bit OTT but now she seems to be a complete parody of herself. What is the deal with that make-up? She looks like a third-rate drag queen. On a bad night.
Oh dear! That eye make-up!... The heavily smudged black line across the crease of her upper eyelids. Truly scary! (*shudder*) (Actually, she's looking better than usual in the photo I've reproduced above. But on the TV screen... Frightening!)
I wish they'd bring back Hilda Ogden. Even if it was just for a couple of episodes. I had a bit of a soft spot for old Hilda, beautifully portrayed by Jean Alexander who brought the character to life through a mixture of wit and pathos.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:55 pm
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
The wrong kind of sunlight on the tracks
I've heard a fair few bizarre explanations for trains being delayed: Sheep on the line; kids throwing things from a bridge; a swan on the tracks ("If there is a member of the RSPB or anyone who knows about birds, please could they come to the front of the train"); leaves on the line; the wrong kind of snow; ants on the tracks... (no, wait, I think I dreamt that last one).
This afternoon, apparently - so the man from the museum told me and he'd been waiting for his train for over an hour and a half - there was just too much sunlight on the rails which was bending them out of shape, so the trains had to go ultra-slow between Didcot and Radley. What on earth do they do in hot countries such as Australia? Ahhhh.. it must have been the wrong kind of sunlight. The sort that they don't get in other hotter countries.
It's funny that this coincided with all the information screens at Oxford station being out of order. I suspect that they weren't able to show the correct information what with so many trains being late and being cancelled, so they simply arranged a fault. It's too much of a coincidence otherwise. As it has been on other occasions such as this.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:39 pm
A friend of mine who I used to work with has exciting news. He and his girlfriend have become engaged to be married. He wants, in his enthusiasm, to spread word of this to all his friends, and has been asking me if I am still in touch with a mutual friend of ours from a few years back.
Now we both had email addresses for her, but she seemed to change them far too regularly in an effort to combat spam. But the only thing that anti-spam effort on her part achieved was that we all lost touch with her. (She had moved away from the area by this point.)
Now I've been trying to look her up on the net, using Google and Yahoo and various people finder websites, all to no avail. (Well, I did find a yahoo.co.uk address, but that no longer seems to be working, and I did try the .com variation and Hotmail too, just in case).
One of the main problems with these people search things on the net, you know - type in someone's name and find out their email address - is that they all seem to assume that everyone in the world lives in America. They always have these drop-down boxes for all the American states, but no option for searching outside of the USA.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: It's the WORLD-WIDE WEB, not the AMERICA-WIDE WEB. But then again, certain people - Hello George W Bush - seem to think that the USA is the World. Sorry... rant over. I don't mean to offend my American friends. I'm just frustrated by this whole business.
ANYWAY, if anyone has any good ideas that might actually work as to how I can search for my friend (last thing I knew she was living in Aberdeen, Scotland), then please please convey that information to me soonest!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:01 pm
Presenting the first in a series of a semi-regular featurette:
Beloved by students everywhere and Americans and people from Oxford UK ("because they are our local band"), Radiohead produce music that is supposed to be on a higher plane; they are always striving to take their albums that one step further. They are clever, intelligent, superb musicians, and ultimately very very BORING!
Their music leaves me cold. However, I don't wish they'd go away and play in a cave somewhere deep within the bowels of the Earth and be clever on their own, as obviously their music gives pleasure to a great many people, but I just wish these people would stop harping on about how bloody wonderful they are.
Radiohead = Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. (Yawn).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:37 am
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
One of those Questionnaire things
It's time for the Tuesday Twelve, which this week comes to us courtesy of Brian Harvey, formerly of premier boy band East 17.
Hi Gina, this is Brian Harvey, you may remember me from such bands as East 17. I'm a big fan of your weblog. I was just wondering, have you ever had a bird shit on you from above?
Hi Brian. Yes, funny you should ask that as I once had a seagull poo on me in Weymouth. I had to nip into a nearby shop and ask for some kitchen towel to clean it off.
I notice that you have a regular deer-related feature on your website. Where does this interest in deer come from?
Well Brian, I was actually raised by deer. As a small child I was abandoned in the woods, where later I was found and adopted by a herd of red deer. They were very good to me, but it was they who started dressing me up in girls clothes and thus awakened my interest in transvestism.
I notice that music is a very important interest in your life? Which was your favourite East 17 song?
Errrr... actually, I don't recall very many of them now. There was that one that went "Dum dum dum dum dum-de-dum / Dum dum dum dum dum-de-dum / STAY NOW / Dum dum dum dum dum-de-dum..." something like that. Was that the Christmas one? Oh, and there was that one you did with Gabrielle. Just what is the deal with her eye, by the way?
Have you ever had a badger named after you? Harry Hill had "Brian Harvey Badger" on his hilarious TV series.
No Brian, funnily enough I haven't. I've had a hamster named after me though.
So, why Snowdoll?
OK, well, as I was telling you I was brought up by deer in the deep dark forest when I was a child. One cold winter it snowed really heavily and I - having never seen snow before - was naturally quite scared. But the doe who looked after me calmed me down and to show me that the snow was alright she fashioned a beautiful doll out of the snow and ice for me. So I adopted the name "Snowdoll" in memory of that incident, hoping that I myself could recapture the beauty of that ice maiden from all those years ago. Of course the original snowdoll melted in the end, and also some of the younger deers - fawns - used to lick it, which didn't help, but there you go. I cried for days.
Have you ever flown a kite?
As kids I used to make kites out of bits of paper and string. They never flew. Pretty rubbish really, I don't know why I bothered, but then toys were hard to come by in the forest so you had to make do with what you could find.
Armchair or sofa? Which do you prefer?
Depends on my mood. Sometimes I like an armchair, but with a sofa you can be really lazy and sprawl all over it. Actually I often just like to sit on the floor. Does that count?
How about yoghurt? What is your favourite flavour?
Ooh! There's one called Summer Lemon or something like that. It's gorge! And there's a bio one with peach and little bits of grain stuff in it. Actually, I'm not sure what is in it. Quite yummy though.
Who was the first person you spoke to this morning?
The postman, knocking on my door and getting me out of bed at 7 o'bleeding clock. Still, that's what happens when you send off for stuff on the internet.
Being a big pop star I get recognised in the street a lot, when I'm out and about. Does this ever happen to you?
Sure. Lots of people recognise me. Friends, usually.
Ketchup or Brown Sauce?
All depends what you're putting it on, Brian, me dear chap. I wouldn't recommend it on ice-cream for instance. But on savoury snacky foodstuffs, brown sauce, definitely.
And finally, if I was to dedicate a song to you during one of my concerts, which song would you choose?
Oh bugger! It'd have to be that "Dum dum dum dum dum-de dum... STAY NOW" one I was talking about earlier. Provided that you did it with the badger parade.
Thank you Brian Harvey!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:24 pm
Monday, June 24, 2002
Deer of the Week: Spot the Deer
A bit of a competition this week, like Spot the Ball but with a muntjac deer instead of the ball. Can you see the deer? (There WAS one there, I swear to you).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:43 pm
For Deer of the Week this Monday, I was going to again feature the muntjac, but this time the muntjac that I have seen on quite a few occasions not a quarter a mile away from my house. Indeed, I spied the little critter again on Saturday and as I had a camera on me, I took a couple of snaps. Nevertheless, I wasn't really close enough for a clear shot and as the deer hadn't noticed me I stealthily began to creep closer and closer. It must've had quite bad eyesight for it didn't seem to notice me approaching for ages. Then suddenly it stopped nibbling on the bush that it had been enthusiastically scoffing at, and looked straight at me - frozen still for a few moments - and then it made a hasty exit. So, I didn't get any pictures closer up. (Damn!)
Just now I uploaded the photos that I did manage to take. And guess what? No sign of a deer to be seen. Just a dirt track with a railway enbankment on one side and a hedgerow on the other. And a little splodge of brown that could possibly be an incredibly out of focus deer if you really use your imagination, but is more likely a couple of bits of branch.
That I've not been blogging much this weekend does not mean I've been up to all sorts of exciting stuff. I've been working mainly, mostly on the project I'm involved in with my uncle, and which I alluded to last week. (And no, I'm still not going to reveal what it is all about. You'll have to humour me on this one.)
I also found time to change the machine heads on that little guitar I bought for my nephew, and gave it a re-string whilst I was about it, so it now has good reliable tuners that don't keep slipping like the nasty open-back ones it used to sport.
Been playing guitar a little bit too. Not got around to doing any recording yet though.
And last night I stayed in, ate pizza, drank wine and watched videos: a couple of episodes of Futurama as the B feature and then the main flick which was Steve Coogan in The Parole Officer. It wasn't a bad film at all (depite all the bad reviews I'd heard). I thought it was quite amusing and quite entertaining. It was hardly wonderful, and Coogan can do so much better than that, e.g. the wonderfully observed character of TV and radio presenter Alan Partridge.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:34 pm
Saturday, June 22, 2002
The bizarre spam email of the week prize goes to:
Larger breasts with NEW Electronic Bra!
Want bigger tits? Then electrocute them!
Of course! Why didn't I think of that?
Just remember it's not a bikini, so don't go swimming in it, girls!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:16 am
Friday, June 21, 2002
Eeeeeks! It's a LOG!
All kids love Log!
What rolls down stairs,
Alone or in pairs,
Rolls over your neighbours dog?
What's great for a snack,
And fits on your back,
It's Lo-og, Lo-og
It's big, it's heavy
It's Lo-og, Lo-og
It's better than bad
Everyone want's a Log
You're gonna love it Log
Come on and get your Log
Everyone needs a Log
Log from Blammo!
(Song from The Ren and Stimpy Show; picture from an old knitting pattern that Karen had lying around)
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:17 am
At the office: they are all watching the football. In silence.
Can't be going too well then.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:58 am
Thursday, June 20, 2002
I'm really dreading tomorrow what with all the inevitable carry-on.
Couldn't I just hibernate, or something, until it's all over?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:58 pm
Oh my God!
I've just been looking through eBay, and thought I'd check to see what items were for sale listed under The Damned. There's some guy on there who's selling bootleg videos of some of the gigs, including the Grave Disorder launch from last August (which I was at), and far more alarmingly, the show at the Forum in London in November 1999, when Tamsin and I both went on stage during the encore, dressed in PVC. Indeedlets, I was singing backing vocals to "Smash it Up" with Captain (which wasn't too difficult, when the vocals are "Smash it up, Ooo-oo-ooh, smash it up, smash it uuuu-up...").
Damned shows can be pretty hectic, and there were lots of glasses (plastic ones, thankfully) being thrown that night, so that the stage was extremely slippy and quite treacherous. I can't say I made a good shoe choice in wearing stilettos under such conditions.
Nevertheless, I can't say I'd enjoy the prospect of seeing me making a spectacle of myself on video. I think we'll give that one a miss.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:47 am
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
A Tormented Soul
It's a time of torment for me. It's too hot; in a shite British way. Hot in other countries is fine. Abroad can do hot. Britain can't. British hot is uncomfortable and close and oppressive. Added to that is that bane of my life: hayfever. The last few days it's been getting particularly bad after 10p.m. each night. I don't know why. It's horrible, but I've discussed this before on this blog, and have sworn a lot about the bastard farmers growing bastard rapeseed which is the root of this evil.
Other torments include the arsing football. I can't believe that people are going to be getting into the office early on Friday especially to watch that bollocks. What is wrong with them? They better not moan at me for getting in the way when I put on the morning pot of coffee. I'm not to be crossed in the morning when I haven't had my coffee!
There have been other torments too. A couple of times on the way home from work this week. Eeeeeks! Best not talk about that though.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:33 pm
Ever wanted to play a musical instrument but are convinced that you are totally unmusical? Then this could be for you: the McNally Strumstick. Looks really cool to me!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:24 pm
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Hmmmm... Sky One is showing National Lampoon's Animal House. I've seen the movie before, and the only thing that really strikes me about it is the lack of a story. It's just a string of scenes of craziness. The whole notion of there being a coherent whole to the film is irrelevant. I also did really enjoy the scene when John Belushi shows his musical appreciation of the guy singing the "I gave my love a chicken that had no bone..." song.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:16 pm
Here's an old favourite website of mine - Guinea Pig TeleVision at www.OinkerNet.com - infinitely more interesting than that Big Brother shite.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:07 pm
All songs on AudioGalaxy are now blocked. Damn and blast!
Yeah, I know, the record companies talk about copyright infringement and all that crap, but the record industry have been taking the piss for years, i.e. by introducing new formats and expecting us to all go out and buy albums that we already own again. And what about re-mastered CDs of CDs that have already been issued? It happens all the time.
Let's look at some of the items I downloaded from AudioGalaxy:
A bunch of 70s stuff, glam-rock and the like. Mainly singles that I already owned on vinyl and wanted to put onto compilation CDs. Lots of songs that to my knowledge have not been reissued on CD. Who was I ripping off here?
The Cure's Greatest Hits, acoustic version. I had to download this because the record company, in their infinite wisdom, only made this part of the official package with the American release of the Greatest Hits album. Why should we in the UK lose out?
Loads of Daniel Ash songs. I actually re-discovered Daniel Ash through a chance search on AudioGalaxy. I hadn't realised he was recording again (last thing I knew he was DJing and talking of getting into producing movie soundtracks). I bought the official release of the album soon after, so the record company did not lose out. I downloaded one or two other tracks of his that were hard to find, such as tracks only available as bonuses on the japanese release of his second album. Not my fault that these aren't more easily available.
Various rarities by The Damned, David Bowie, etc. Hard to find tracks, and I've bought SO MANY records by these guys I hardly think I am ripping anyone off by downloading the occasional freebie, am I?
Captain Sensible's first album: impossible to find on CD as A&M Records for some reason kept the masters locked up in their vaults doing nothing until the company went bust, and who knows what's become of them now? It is a source of constant annoyance to the Captain that he can't re-issue his debut album, and he would most likely encourage people to download it, burn it from the vinyl, etc. Again, one that I had on record anyway.
Well, at least I made use of it whilst I had the chance.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:15 am
How long does it take you to travel to and from work each day?
Door to door it takes me an hour each way; that's travelling from Didcot to Oxford (and back again in the evening). My train journey is only actually about 15-20 minutes in duration, but I have to walk to and from the station at either end, and I'd estimate that my house is a mile from the station in Didcot.
If I worked furher afield, say in London, I hate to think how long I would take travelling each day. Two hours is enough for me.
How much easier it would be if we had Star Trek style transporter technology. Which of course, as we've been told for years by eminent scientists, just couldn't be done.
But now a team of Aussie scientists are claiming that they have successfully transported a laser beam from one location to another, and what's more it was an almost instantaneous process too. OK, so it's not quite as dramatic as beaming James T Kirk and Mr Spock down to the surface of another planet made out of foam rubber rocks, but it's still a major breakthrough.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:44 pm
Deer of the Week: The Antelope Deer have hidden depths you know. Indeed they are not the silly shy retiring creatures that many of us take them for.
Oh no no no...
According to this website on Shamanism you can learn a lot from the various animal spirits. For example, from the antelope spirit you will gain such wisdom as: understanding the conversation of death, the value of strong survival skills, the ability to leap over obstacles, swiftness, gentleness, and connection to the earth.
Ooh yes, right... another day. Not much to write about at the moment, I just wanted to check in and remind you all that I'm still here. Not a lot else to report about from this weekend. I did a lot of work this weekend for my Uncle on his website(s)... Sorry, but I won't link to them here, as I want to keep that work separate from what I do as Gina Snowdoll.
One day - if the project really takes off - then I might let you all in on it.
Right, I'd best be off to find a deer of the week now.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:24 am
Sunday, June 16, 2002
I spent most of this morning lazily sprawled over the sofa reading through the latest issue of the Fortean Times. I especially enjoyed the story of how when BritArt brat Tracy Emin's cat went missing, she put up posters of the "Lost Cat" variety in her neighbourhood, which were all promptly stolen by local residents and collectors thinking they were some kind of conceptual work of art ("Hey, I've got an original Tracy Emin!"). See here for the story as reported by the BBC website.
Oh, and according to the piece in Fortean Times, Docket - Tracy's cat - turned up later on. So a happy ending.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:37 am
Saturday, June 15, 2002
So, now it's the time of Queen Betty The Two's birthday honours list, in which she dishes out awards and distinctions to supposedly noble cases, such as Sir Mick Jagger. That doesn't make him sound so much the rebel any more, does it?
And Danny La Rue has been awarded on O.B.E. for his work in aid of charity, and supposedly it's the first time a female impersonator has been included on the Queen's Honours list. Welcome to the 21st Century!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:40 pm
Friday, June 14, 2002
It took ages getting home tonight from Oxford station. Some fault with the preceeding Brighton train: Everyone off, we've got a mecnhical problem... Oh, everyone on again...
So there was quite a lot of shuffling up and down the platform, idly waiting. Stations can be so boring. Then I saw someone I recognised, and thought to myself, "Ah, there's Dave." I was just on the verge of greeting said lad, when I checked myself, realising that it may not be such a good idea, because (a) I don't actually know Dave at all, he's just someone I've seen around a bit, and (b) his name might not - probably isn't in fact - Dave. I just call him that, in my mind, because he looks like a Dave.
Am I the only person who gives names to people who I'm not even aquainted with? Just a little habit of mine; I mean if you see certain people day-in day-out then you need some label to put on them, some handle, just so as to be able to file them away in your own mnd. Well, at least I do.
Yeah, I used to give names to a lot of people. For example, there was another lad I used to think of as being called ZigZag... mainly because he could not walk in a straight line. Get stuck behind him on the pavement and you'd know it! Errr... who else was there? Errr... well, there was Poppy-eyed Man. You see, not everyone had flattering or even ordinary names. I think Dave got off quite lightly, really.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:46 pm
This is the view out of my office window. Well, kind of. I did have to stand on the radiator and lean out the top half of the window. The shot is looking along Georgre Street, past the Apollo Theatre and towards Waterstones which is on the junction of George Street with Broad Street straight ahead, Magdalen Street to the left, and Cornmarket Street to the right.
The picture sums up my mood really. It's grey and dull and slightly damp (like my spirits... Hey, even the pigeon looks bored to death in the photo). It's also quite muggy and uncomfortable. I really desperately want a thunderstorm to happen. We so badly need one.
Can you tell I'm bored? I also have a tremendous headache.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:19 pm
I'm not really much in the mood for writing real-life stuff at the moment. How much tedium can you guys take?
I've been writing some made-up crap over at The Liar instead.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:18 pm
Bored (but busy)... stressed... fed-up... tired... irritable... and Argggghh!! What in the name of Arse?!? It's raining AGAIN!
Want to go home, drink lots of alcohol and chill out.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:08 pm
Thursday, June 13, 2002
Imagine you book into a hotel room and find a bloody corpse in the bed. Not a very pleasant thought. And then imagine some inane TV presenter springs out on you and says that it was all a big practical joke. Ha bloody ha! That's all right then. Well this couple didn't think so. Can't say I blame them. I wish them the best of luck and hope that they win the case.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:04 pm
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
There's yet another new tranny club starting up in London. Trans Mission are making some really bold claims about how they will be playing the BEST music, but from what are saying on their website, it appears to be all the same old clubby shite that you get at Wayout, etc. Yes, the same musical drivel that Andrea wrecked Storme's at Stepney's with. That's the real reason they were kicked out by the management.
When will these people get it into their heads that not every tranny is obsessed with the idea of "dancing the night away"? Actually, it sounds quite frightful to me.
Hmmm... not too sure about that Breeders CD (Title TK). I like parts of it, but not sure about the whole. If that makes sense. I certainly like some of the bass sounds and these could be good to use as influence. Not too sure about Kim Deal's (ex Pixies) vocals throughout though. All in all it's quite a low-fi affair. Which isn't a bad thing. Perhaps I was just forgetting that once upon a time all records were made that way.
I did get my Bowie fix in the end too. When I arrived home I found a small package from Mark, containing a CD-R he'd made from my yellow vinyl copy of Stage... a fine live album that I've never been able to find on CD. I saw a copy on eBay the other day, but apart from that I've never seen it on CD. I think it may have been released ages ago, possibly outside of the UK, and is long deleted.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:05 pm
Oh, give it a rest!
The neanderthals out in the streets are off again, making unintelligible grunting and bellowing noises at volume.
Let me reiterate, just in case my position on this is not quite clear: Football = A load of old wank.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:59 pm
Why was I looking for antiquated (and quite enormous) PP6 batteries, you may well be asking. Or then again, perhaps you couldn't give a flying ****. But whatever, I'm going to tell you anyway.
Remember that little guitar I got for my nephew? It was in the photo I posted the other day. Go on there, just scroll down the page a bit and you'll find it. Anyway, I figured it wouldn't be a great pile of use without a little amplifier to go with it, so I got this little thing, about the size of a shoebox, from off eBay. It's a battery powered amp, and guess what? It takes two pp6 batteries. That is, two obsolete batteries that you can't buy in the high street anymore.
What to do?
Well - I have a solution. I found this website: www.cellpacksolutions.com who "design and build prototype battery packs, manufacture battery packs on small and medium sized production runs and offer to source unusual or difficult to trace batteries". And - thankfully - you can buy some of these old-style batteries on-line. Brilliant!
Cellpacksolutions - you are lifesavers!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:45 pm
I despair, I really do.
They are all watching football. Again.
Anyway, I've had a bit of an annoyance this lunchtime. Tried to get a Remington microscreen. Does anywhere have one in stock? No, they are about as common as rocking horse shit apparently. And the other thing I was trying to get hold of was PP6 batteries. Which are even harder to come by than the Remington microscreens.
So, to make amends I bought a copy of the new David Bowie album off the stall at Gloucester Green. I had ordered it from Amazon, but I checked my order status on Monday and it said "We expect to get this item in 4-6 weeks time." So, I bought a copy from the man on the market (and, no, he does not trade pirate copies - they are the real McCoy) got back to the office, logged into Amazon to cancel my order. But couldn't. "This item cannot be cancelled as it is awaiting despatch." Bastards! ("Told you so." Oh shut up, Steve).
So, I went back to the market stall, and because I didn't want to piss off the man by asking for a refund, I asked if I could exchange the CD for another at the same price. I had some trouble finding something I thought I would like, but eventualy came away with the new album by The Breeders. I hope it's a good one (the last one was).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:06 pm
Well, that triple dose of antihistamines really hit me on the way home from work last night. I was like the walking dead. I must have looked like I was totally drunk as I was very wobbly, and the quarter of an hour walk back from the train station seemed to take me hours.
And I walked into a car.
Luckily for me it was stationary.
Feeling a little better this morning. It's very quiet here this morning. Most the staff are watching that football shit on the television in the board room. I bet they wouldn't give me half a day out of work time - not my holiday allowance - if I wanted to go see a gig. I really do disagree with these kind of unbalanced priorities.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:30 am
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Bizarre spam topic of the week must go to: Helpful septic tank information!
Just the kind of thing you've always needed to know!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:07 pm
My hayfever has been particularly bad this morning, so much so that I had to take a triple dose of my usual antihistamines. And I'm not allowed to take any more during this 24 hour period or else I'll die or explode or something. The box didn't quite say what would happen, but it stressed the warning that it was very important not to take more than three of those little pills in one day. ("A talking box! That's clever." Oh shut up, Sherri. You know what I mean).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:48 am
Monday, June 10, 2002
Who was asking me to post a photo of all my guitars? (Click for full size picture... Warning: LARGE file)
Oh, and before someone says something along the lines of "That's not a very girly bedroom", I ought to point out that the three crates in the corner of the room at the left of the picture, and the bag on top of them, are filled with high heeled shoes.
And there's a few more in the wardrobe too. Which is also chock full of dresses.
Yeah, so the barbecue was good fun yesterday, even if it did rain and we ended up indoors. Jo still insisted that we have the food barbecued outside, so someone held an umbrella (MY umbrella) over the food as it cooked.
I still can't get the smell out of it. It's embarrasing! What's more I only bought it last Wednesday... it was the first umbrella that I have ever bought in my life. And now it's stinky and nasty.
Another noteable first for me this weekend was when I used the word Chunky for the first time ever. I even repeated it, but I don't plan upon saying it again for at least another five years.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:26 pm
Deer of the Week: Pollyanna the Reindeer Another reindeer for you this week. I first read this story in a recent issue of Fortean Times. The story had been much related over the years, but was widely believed to have been an urban legend until recently evidence turned up. I was reminded of the story once again when it was referenced in the Odd One Out round of Have I Got News For You last Friday on BBC1.
Russian reindeer came to wartime Britain on submarine A Second World War legend of a reindeer onboard a submarine after it was given to the captain has been proved true 60 years later. Staff at the Submarine Museum in Gosport, Hants, found a picture of HMS Trident skipper Geoffrey Sladen with Pollyanna the reindeer. The photograph was found when a submariner's family cleaned out old papers and sent them to the museum. Previously naval historians were sceptical about the story.
Museum director Jeff Tall says the bizarre story came about when Trident docked in the Soviet Union in 1941 for repairs and Sladen went to dinner with a Russian admiral. "Sladen mentioned to the admiral that his wife had trouble pushing her pram up the hill at home in the winter and the admiral thought what he needs is a reindeer," said Mr Tall. "As they were due to depart a bag duly arrived onboard and it was not until they sailed that the contents revealed a young reindeer."
The reindeer then spent a month in the cramped boat with 56 sailors as the sub was due to return to Britain but was diverted on a patrol. Initially Polyanna was fed on moss which had arrived with her but soon she was being fed on scraps from the sub's galley. Mr Tall added that the animal roamed the ship and the crew were forced to endure quite a smell as the days went on. Eventually Pollyanna made back to land in England and was given to London Zoo where she died in 1946.
Gillian gave us a lovely meal last night. She cooked vegetarian especially for me (boy, was it hot? I think there were whole pieces of ginger in it), and made starters of all these home-made dips: avocado, aubergine and houmous, which we ate with pita bread. She had two other friends there too, who could talk for Britain! And everyone turned up with a bottle of cava, which was a strange coincidence but at least we wouldn't be mixing our drinks. Between the four of us we managed to get through five bottles of the stuff.
I missed my last train home (23:15) so had to stay over, but I let myself out this morning just after 08:00. I'm meeting Gillian midday again, for we are going to Jo's for a barbecue, but I wanted to come home first, have a shower, freshen up, get a change of clothes. I will most likely be needing to make my way back into Oxford again in an hour or so. It's all go, isn't it. Actually, I'd better not be too long for I have her front door key!
Also, I can pick up the food and beer I bought for the barbecue. I'd left them at home in the fridge, but then again I didn't expect that I'd be staying over last night.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:33 am
Saturday, June 08, 2002
I've been wearing this gold sparkly nailvarnish since last weekend (it fitted with the theme of the party on Monday). Actually, it's two varnishes - a opaque yellowy gold basecoat and a see-thru gold with glitter as the topcoat. Anyway I decided I needed to change it for tonight, but couldn't be arsed removing it... so, a quick coat of red over the top has given me the most fabulous shimmery metallic red nails. Sneaky eh?
Only trouble is, even the simplest of tasks such as putting the kettle on (cue Sherri saying "It won't suit you") become major logistical nightmares when you're waiting for nailvarnish to dry.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:20 pm
So, some of you may be wondering: how come I found the cheering football fans yesterday to be annoying, yet I enjoyed the chaos of The Damned's TV appearance later that night?
Well, for one thing the football fans were being incredibly loud and I was trying to work. OK, they were excited and happy, but I don't understad why that means suddenly turning into an ape, making gutteral noises, and chanting "EN-GER-LAND, EN-GER-LAAAAND... ONE - NIL ... ONE - NIL..."
Is "one-nil" much to chant about anyway? It's hardly a high scoring match is it?
I found the chanting threatening and oppressive. Even in celebration, the drunken mob sounded like something to be avoided at all costs.
In contrast the shambolic appearrance of The Damned on The Jonathan Ross Show was just a piece of high energy fun, and not at all threatening. Just looning around. I mean, even old Ronnie Corbett was applauding at the end.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:09 pm
Off to Gillian's tonight. It's her birthday and she's having a "select gathering" over for dinner. I wonder if I ought to get dressed up smartly. I don't think I've got any smart (male) clothes. Oh dear. Will most likely have to be t-shirt and black jeans as usual.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:01 pm
Friday, June 07, 2002
Re: The Damned playing "New Rose" on Jonathan Ross Show:
Eeeeeks! Total Chaos!
Bloody funny though... but where was poor ol' Monty (keyboards)?
The final shot of Ronnie Corbett keeping his distance as an upside-down Captain picked himself up from the sofa (from which he'd accidentally on purpose fallen over), dumped his guitar, and went off dancing was classic.
It has also been suggested that the fact that Jeremy Clarkson was one of the guests on the show and that Monty was nowhere to be seen was no coincidence. Could they be one and the same person?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:48 pm
Ooh ooh! Damned on Jonathan Ross in half an hour!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:07 pm
Does all that neanderthal thuggish noise outside mean that something good has happened?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:37 pm
Quote of the day:
"People are attracted to Posh and Becks, who are, I'm sure, worthy people, but of fairly limited fascination."
So says BBC newsreader Michael Buerk, who has announced his retirement from the 10 o'clock news. And he makes a good point, I think.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:30 am
Thursday, June 06, 2002
I was followed home tonight by a squadron of four red airships. Which has got to be better than being followed home by the Police helicopter (which has actually happened to me in the past).
Anyhoo, I got home to find that my mysterious eBay package from Germany had arrived. This was the transaction that my bank did their best to screw up for me by losing the order that I put in for a foreign draft. And, as if you hadn't guessed, the package contained yet another guitar, this one being a rather retro and interestingly painted (!) bass guitar to replace the little SG-shaped bass I used to have. I've just been having a twang and it's just what I need for the musical arsenal that I've been building recently. I know, it's funny how I chose a really high-tech guitar (the Fernandes), but a retro old-fashioned bass, but there y' go.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 6:33 pm
The girls in the staff room at work watching football on the telly.
The number of trips I've been makng to the post office, sending off parcels to people who've bought stuff from me off of eBay. I think I need to sell some items that'll bring in larger amounts of money to make this more worthwhile. It's a real chore just doing it for a few pounds here and there.
The amount of money I have to spend on bloody tablets to combat hayfever.
The fact that the government TAXES me on the above tablets. I reckon such medicines ought to be subsidized, either by the goivernment or by the farmers that grow that disgusting rapeseed stuff that causes so much misery. There were nowhere as near as many hayfever cases before the widespread growth of rapsseed was introduced to this country.
The hurdy gurdy! I've just seen a chap busking with one of these bizarre instruments in Cornmarket Street in Oxford. The mechanism that he winds with the handle to pluck the strings makes more noise than the actual musical notes of the strings themselves. It sounds like an amplified hamster wheel that needs oiling. Still, there are more disturbing things to perturb the ear. Such as Britney Spears.
Has anyone out there being taping 24, which is being shown late on Sunday nights on BBC2 in the UK? I've missed the last couple of episodes and had promised Gillian I'd record them whilst she was away recently on holiday.
I believe I missed an omnibus showing of the last four episodes on Saturday night too. Which is even more annoying. Can anyone out there help me? Please...
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:24 am
I'm feeling a bit rough this morning. Went out for a few drinkies last night with a few people from work and a colleague of mine who's just left the company. Ended up with him, my boss from the States, and I at a Lebanese restaurant, eating veggie lebanese food (yummy!), drinking red wine and smoking from a hubbly bubbly. (Mmmmmm... Strawberry!)
But the headache when I got home. Ouch!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:24 am
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
Well, yesterday's Royal Family jibes went down like a lead balloon. What's wrong with all you people out there? Suddenly become staunch Royalists, have we? Just because they put on a big parade and had fireworks and Concorde and the Red Arrows flying over London, and ol' Brian May playing "God Save The Queen" on his home-made guitar on Buckingham Palace roof, and the man-of-the-moment hellraiser-turned-good Ozzy Osbourne entertaining ol' Betty the Two with a rendition of "Paranoid"...
So, suddenly the Royals are all OK, eh?
You're so fickle, you guys.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:04 pm
Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Ooh... Stella has sent me some photos from last night.
This depends largely on where you meet the Royal family. If you meet the Royal Family in a surgical supply shop, it is best no to acknowledge them at all, as this will only lead to embarrassment on your part, and on the part of the Royal person or persons. (The same applies in garages, betting shops, cinema clubs and public toilets).
However, should you meet a member of the Royal Family in normal circumstances the etiquette is clear and simple. If you are wearing a hat or turban, remove it instantly and hold it in your left hand, leaving your right hand free should the Royal Personage decide on manual contact. Going down on one knee would be very much appreciated, but in a crowded supermarket or shopping precinct this could cause a great deal of congestion and end up with you getting kicked over.
NEVER touch the Royal Family under any circumstances, unless you have been touched by them - and even then keep your hands well above the waist. The correct way to address the Royal Family is 'Your Majesty' or 'Your Highness', and not 'Hello Graham'.
NEVER ask the Royal Family a direct question. For instance, should you wish to ask Princess Marina where the swimming baths are, you must say: 'The swimming baths are near here', and hope that she will say: 'No, I think you're wrong, they're over half a mile away down Thorpe Road and turn right at Hepworth's' or: 'Yes, they are near here. There they are.'
NEVER shout abuse or push or jostle the Royal Family, unless they attack you.
A Typical Conversation With The Queen
ORDINARY MAN: Thank you, your Majesty.
QUEEN: What brings you to Wolverhampton?
ORDINARY MAN: I have an aunt who lives near here - well Wellington, actually, which is just about - (you will have lost the Queen's attention by now. She meets many people, so keep your sentences short and sharp.)
QUEEN: Well, I must be going away ...
ORDINARY MAN: Goodbye, your Majesty.
QUEEN: Goodbye, my man.
A Bad Conversation With The Queen
ORDINARY MAN: Hello, I didn't recognize you.
QUEEN: But I am the Queen!
ORDINARY MAN: You don't look at all like you do on the stamps.
QUEEN: Don't you speak to me like that you dirty little nonentity.
ORDINARY MAN: Can you help me change this wheel?
QUEEN: Shut your fat gob, you nasty little pile of wombat's do's.
A Conversation like this could ruin your chances of an O.B.E.
from: "The Python Book of Etiquette", The Brand New Monty Python Bok
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:13 pm
In one of those spooky Ain't it a small world? moments, it turns out that the high bidder on one of my eBay aucions that finished today is someone I know from a few years ago on the tranny scene, someone who used to also go to the WayOut Club in London and someone I corresponded with by email.
Ain't that weird? And, no, the item I was selling was not in any way tranny-related, and my eBay name does not identify me as Gina Snowdoll.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:54 pm
Back home, tired but quite content.
I suppose you could say that yesterday we had a Queen's Golden Jubilee Party. Well, perhaps not a Jubilee party, and no-one much could give a damn about the Royals, but there were certainly lots of queens in attendance, and we were all wearing golden dresses, golden high heels, gold nail varnish, etc.
It was one of Nicki and Debs' Decadence parties at Tranny Grange. As ever Debbie put on a lovely spread of food, and there was much alcohol to be quaffed merrily, including one of the most potent punches ever, and cocktails.
Naturally, I went along to this do with Sherri, but we caught up with other friends such as Stella and Lauren. Oh, and Kelly Wilde was there too. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing. (No, only joking Kelly... It was lovely to see you again. It's such a pity that The X Files is coming to a close now, because I wanted to nominate you as the natural successor to Fox Mumbler. Well, it's between you and Rowley Birkin Q.C. from The Fast Show).
Oh yes, much merry banter was going on, with Kel and I as some kind of double act, trading insults.
Towards the end of the evening Nicki got quite excited and went into karaoke mode, playing all these silly songs which we had to sing along with and do all the actions to. Which was partly my fault, for burning them a copy of Rolf Harris's "Court of King Caractacus". Whoops!
Oh, and a vote of confidence: Debbie's daughter Toni said that I was gorgeous. So that was nice. (Blush)
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:01 pm
Monday, June 03, 2002
Deer of the Week: Rudolph Poor old Rudolph. Hardly anyone spares him a thought at this time of year.
A red-nosed reindeer isn't just for Christmas.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:19 am
Sunday, June 02, 2002
Hurrah! Spain beat Slovenia.
That £15 will be mine! (I couldn't give a toss about the football otherwise; my interest is purely financial).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:08 pm
Saturday, June 01, 2002
*insert various crudities about the monarchy, Queen Betty the Two, and her sodding Jubilee here*
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:36 pm
Calm Before The Storm?
Early this evening I decided to nip out to the fish and chip shop to get something for my tea (yeah, tea... I don't call it dinner; it was always Breakfast - morning meal, Dinner - midday meal, and Tea - evening meal when I was brought up, and that's the way it'll stay as far as I'm concerned). Anyhoo... it was a 40 minute walk there and back and I couldn't help noticing how quiet it was out and about in glorious Didcot early this Saturday night. What's all that about? It was a glorious evening weather-wise and there was a hot air balloon lazily floating in the cloudless sky. But there were hardly any people about, and only a smattering of cars on the roads. Hardly what you could call busy.
It feels as if something is afoot.
In the chip shop, the lad behind the counter asked me, "Are you ready for tomorrow?" Ah, there's definitely something up, I thought. I knew it! I looked confused and had to ask him, "What's happening tomorrow?"
"The football," he explained. "Ah," I responded, "no, I don't follow football, but as far as I'm concerned I want either Spain or Portugal to win the World Cup, for they are the teams I drew in the office sweepstake." Indeed, this is true... if either of those teams win, then I myself am to win the princely sum of £15... and as I explained to the lad in the fish shop, that's not me being un-patriotic, because I am Welsh, not English.
Hang on a mo'... this blog was supposed to be a World Cup Free zone! Whoops! and Eeeeeks!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:38 pm
Not much happening today. It's lovely and sunny out, but I've been in, looking at this studio software I've got (Help! Complicated!!!), twanging the ol' guitar, etc. I did nip out this morning to Tesco, and on the way back I saw that deer again, which by the way is definitely a muntjac. You might scoff at my Deer of the Week feature but it at least it's informative and educational, as this clearly demonstrates I can now identify a muntjac deer at a glance.
Anyway, what else? Errrrmmmm...
Oh yes, this news just in: The Damned will be playing "New Rose" live on the Johnathan Ross Show on BBC1 next Friday night (repeated Saturday).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:25 pm