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Little Nicky (Without the speech impediment)
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[Dec. 11th, 2007|10:29 pm] |
So...who's coming to see Primordial in London on the second of February? And who wants to share a four-bed dorm with me and Liam so we don't end up with some loonies (or even worse, Americans)?
...anyone?
Ooh! I was just about to post, then I heard on the telly (Room 101) this daft thing they used to show in our school to teach kids about spelling and grammar and stuff. I don't think our year ever watched it, but I remember the year below did.
Did anyone else see "Magic magic E"? (Being that this was early-to-mid 90s, the idea of magic E's is pretty funny)
Then it just went off into some idiotic song about "Kit...flies a kite with me..." |
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[Dec. 11th, 2007|12:17 am] |
I stole this, cos it was funny.
Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
Click random article again; that is your album name.
Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.
Look, I've even linked the articles, some of them are actually worth reading.
BAND: Aimez-vous Brahms? (I really wanted the featured article, 'The Brown Dog Affair')
ALBUM: Fulledge Recreation Ground
TRACKLISTING:
1. Maramangalathupatti I think this must be some kind of instrumental psych-out intro track, which then fades out into the mellower, Kraftwerk-influenced...
2. Wireless Router Application Platform
3.Negafibonacci
4.Eddie Money is apparently a a tribute to a shit album from 1977.
5.Acacia xanthophloea (Fever Tree)
6.Babblewick Hall Circulus rip-off?
7. Alfa (rocket)
8.Nachandupatti
9.Pollegio
10.Western Australian Charity Orchestra
11.Gladwin Hill Misleadingly, this is a person, not a place.
12.KHOC
13.Anthony Bleecker
14.Rogers, Arkansas (I like how if you put the last two together they're a bit like 'Debbie Does Dallas'
15.Kentucky Route 2048 (Obviously the drawn-out too-long outro...)
I like my album.
I have no news. Or, at least, no news that I can type in the short amount of time before my modem dies, again :/ |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2007|03:28 pm] |
Arg. October has been ridiculously busy. In the five weeks or so since I last posted I've managed to:
-Go to ( Yorkshire Sculpture Park. )
This place is so good. Now I'm even more disgusted by some girl in town who was kind of seeing one of the Cribs once and said "Oh, he lives in Wakefield, there's nothing there except sheep."
-Get ( two paintings ) sat in a gallery waiting for a suitable exhibition to come up for them to go in. It's a small gallery and they like to promote local artists who might not have professional experience, so I went with three people from college and they took a couple from each of us. I have no idea when they're going to be showing, but it's still quite exciting.
-Go to Damnation Festival in Leeds. Leeds is good. I don't know if it's just because it's a change from Liverpool, but it just seems like a really nice place, and really clean in some way. Oh, and it's full of goths. Proper full-on ones, too :)
-See Warning. I'm not even going to try to describe how good this band are.
-Discover my new favourite artist, ( Carl Henning Pedersen ), and also discover how difficult it can be to find useful information about him that I haven't already found somewhere else. He died in february this year. I was quite upset by that actually. My tutor wants us to start talking/writing to professional artists, which is a bloody scary idea, but I think if I was going to write to anyone it would have been him.
So. That doesn't really explain why I've been so busy.
I have no idea where the time has gone, but anyway...I'm going to Venice in two days, so expect lots of photos of boats and water and stuff.
I apologise for bad spelling/general rubbishness...I'm rushing off again :/ |
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[Aug. 29th, 2007|03:02 pm] |
You know what I hate?
The way all the news/people's opinions/everything else around here about Rhys Jones seems to focus on the fact that he supported Everton.
Ok, mention it. Once, maybe twice, so we have an idea what he was like, but PLEASE don't keep referencing the fact that "Awww 'e loved everton 'e did."
There are myspace bulletins going around saying things like "RIP little blue/little toffee". What the fuck is all that about?
IS IT JUST ME?!?!?!
Or does anyone else seem to think this is some kind of big thing from Everton supporters to be all "one of US has been killed and look how supportive WE'VE all been, us, the EVERTON FANS"
Someone I know posted her own bulletin about something that's being played at anfield in rememberance, and she actually said "Lets hope all the kopites dont ruin it and realise it is for Rhys".
This is not some kind of publicity opportunity for your team.
Someone was killed. |
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[Jul. 9th, 2007|10:49 pm] |
My old school's just been on the news.
Apparently, "Fazakerley High School has gone from below average performance to above average in the last ten years."
Er, yep, only cos I was there.
I was meant to be in bed, reading, about an hour ago, but then a band on myspace decided to have a 'competition' (except you don't actually win anything) to design their logo, and I got distracted. I think my logo's great though... |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2007|12:47 pm] |
It's all a bit mad at the minute, isn't it? We've been flooded, we've been almost bombed, everyone's gone daft about the new Prime Minister, and none of it has really affected me at all. So with not a lot to say on those matters...
I finished college. I got a 2:2 (or a Desmond, if you want to use dull, not-funny-any-more student terms), which is ok, for now, considering I didn't really get going until the end of term. I'm back on track now, I think. I've got some ideas for what I want to do next year. They involve bricks, and cave paintings.
I got myself a commission, of sorts, from a cafe next to the college. I'm doing three big square paintings (like this one), in red, orange and yellow. I won't be paid for doing it, but I can sell the paintings through the gallery, and I can take them away whenever I want, so they're still mine. I'm looking forward to doing it.
I went charity-shopping in Birkenhead last week, and bought six books for £2.50. I got two that I'm going to use for collage/altered books (one about dreams, and one called 'Seven Painters', which is one of those really boring looking art books, that doesn't even have pictures of the paintings it talks about). I also got 'Filth' by Irvine Welsh, 'Tropic of Capricorn' by Henry Miller (I think you're meant to read '...Cancer' first, but for 30p I couldn't just leave it there), 'The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time' (it's one of those 'everyone else has read it...' books), and one called '50 Ways to Kill a Slug' (Cally, didn't you say you had a squirrel book? I think it's like this...).
I don't have time to read any of them, though, or the four others I have sat around waiting, because I'm spending all of my time (...writing on livejournal, obviously, but mostly...) searching through the tate online art collection letter by letter, in order to find some artists I don't already know, and who I like. I'm half-way through 'B' so far.
With that, I think I should go and trawl some more... |
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[Jun. 18th, 2007|04:30 pm] |
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I watched (some of) Braveheart the other night...now, I'm no expert on Scottish history, but I'm pretty sure at least some of them should have been riding Highland ponies... |
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[May. 16th, 2007|06:41 pm] |
Well, I'm back from London.
And it's kind of depressing.
On monday, on the way home from the station, there was a fire. Yesterday one of the horses at the stables tried to jump out of the riding field and cut his leg up. Today is just...crap. It started out badly, anyway. I walked into college pretty much dreading my drawing elective tutorial, even though my tutor, Paul, is like the nicest man alive. Then Vinny just HAD to be there, waiting with a million questions along the lines of "What are you doing?" "Where is your work?" "Have you been painting?" "Have you done enough?" "Why haven't you been in college?" I almost screamed "BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE!!" Anyway, my tutorial went well, and Paul thinks what I'm doing is good, so that made me happier.
( On with the London stuff... )
I'm sorry if this seems all over the place. I'm trying to write this and think about all the work I have to do at the same time! |
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[May. 9th, 2007|06:49 pm] |
I went to have my hair cut today. The woman said, "How much do you want off?" I said "This much," and showed her. She held my hair at the right length to check with me, and proceeded to cut my hair. Only she didn't stop cutting. She took twice as much off as I wanted, but thankfully, it looks quite nice. It's just kind of shocking. Well, I was saying the other day that I wanted something different doing with it.
It was Flirty's 13th birthday last week, so we gave her a party.
( This is my favourite photo from the day )
Especially since it was followed up on the Southern Lord forum with ms-paint variations, including Flirt "blee-orging" (spewing) on Liam.
My mum even made ( jelly ). Just to see if horses would eat jelly. They wouldn't.
We've got another geegee coming at the weekend, to complete our little herd. She's called Holly, and she's got/had laminitis, like the rest of ours. She's in pretty much the same situation as Sequin, where her owners can't find anywhere to turn her out without grass, and they only live an hour away, so she's moving down here. We'll look after her, but they'll pay most of the costs, and they can visit whenever they want to.
We went to see her last saturday, and then to visit her owner's friends, who have their own bit of land. I say bit, it's actually about 20 acres of hillside, which they rent for SIX POUNDS a week. It's got streams and trees and all kinds of things. I want it.
I won't be at the stables for Holly's arrival, because I'll be in London. I can't even do my college work because I'm looking forward to it so much. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, I think!
Why, though, when I'm going to London, does my Tietze's disease (it's not as bad as it sounds) start to get worse? It started before London last time. Is this some kind of sign?
( Now for some youtube randomness. )
Now, I feel it's my absolute purpose in life to point people in the direction of 'Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme' by Simon & Garfunkel. I've only recently discovered it, although I knew a few of the songs from my mum's old 'best of'. Really. 'For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her' is one of the most beautiful songs ever written. I have to be in a really super-hyper-happy mood when I listen to it, or I cry. Even then it's hard not to. 'The 59th Street Bridge Song' (what is it with long titles?) always reminds me of the old-ish man I saw walking through town, singing "Slow down, you move too fast..." Just wandering around in the sun, all happy. He made me happy, too.
Finally, ( here's my tattoo. ) |
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[Apr. 10th, 2007|10:57 pm] |
I've had a long birthday-weekend.
I went out on saturday night, danced to (amongst other things) Rod Stewart (urg!), and spent a long time talking about Paris with Liam's friend Dave, about art and music with someone I've never met before, and about things I can't even remember with Liam (they're the best kind of conversations). Sunday was my birthday. I got an Easter egg :), bath stuff, incense, and almost £600 (I know...). So I'm pretty much sorted for going to London.
I spent sunday in Rivington with Liam and his family. His mum kept telling me "Go on...have a drink...it's your birthday..." which became slightly annoying. I'd politely explained that I'd had quite enough to drink the night before, and that I don't like drinking during the day because it usually gives me a headache, but obviously "IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! GO ON! HAVE A DRINK! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!" overrides all of that. It was like Mrs Doyle...
Anyway, aside from that, it was a nice day. I particularly enjoyed finding ( this ) hidden in the trees.
On sunday night I went for a curry with my family (it sounds so common, I know!). I'm pretty sure the music that was playing was just Indian-style cover versions of pop songs. I definitely heard 'A Whiter Shade of Pale'. I could have sworn I heard 'Tristan' by Patrick Wolf, but maybe Liam was right, and I'm just obsessed.
I came home to see the end of The Passion of the Christ, which was pretty grim.
I spent most of monday sitting about in bed, then went to see Sunshine with Liam, his brother, and his brother's girlfriend, who doesn't talk. It was ok, but I think I expected more from a Danny Boyle film.
Then again, it seems to me like his earliest films were his best.
Shallow Grave was amazing, Trainspotting obviously was too, Twin Town, which he was involved with, was great, A Life Less Ordinary was just ok, and who's even heard of Alien Love Triangle? 28 Days Later was good, but Sunshine just left me feeling a bit 'meh'.
Wow, that's a lot of italics.
Tomorrow I'm going to visit the man about my tattoo, which is my present from Liam.
Two things annoyed me today.
1. There's this little field on the edge of a council estate that we pass on the way home from the stables. There are three horses in it, and signs on the fence saying "do not feed the horses AT ALL. By ORDER OF THE VET". People decide that it would be a good idea to completely ignore the signs, and feed the horses carrots, sweets, and whatever else they have with them. I know that not everyone understands that sometimes there are reasons why a horse can't be fed certain things, but I know that if I see a sign saying "by order of the vet", I take notice of it. The horses are not underfed. They're in good condition, on a field with plenty of grass. LEAVE THEM ALONE OR YOU WILL MAKE THEM ILL. The man who owns the field has a shop next to it. He said that people used to come in, buy bags of carrots, and feed them to the horses. Whenever he spoke to them about it, they gave him abuse. He also said that the horses were rescued, so there are genuine reasons for the owners concerns. People are stupid.
2. On radio 1 there was this phone/text/email thing about students, and ways to save money/make your money last longer. Some clever person texts in to say "Why not stop tax dodging and get a job?" I can't even begin to explain the stupidity of that. I don't think I need to. It's so blindingly obvious. That's even aside from the fact that the girl who originally phoned in did have a job as well as going to Uni.
People are EXTRA stupid.
One thing amused me slightly. I heard a news report about the fights that were starting to break out near Manchester Utd's ground tonight, after all the stuff that went on in Italy last week. The reporter said "This is exactly the kind of violence we didn't want."
What kind of violence did you want, then?
There are four weeks and three days left til I go to London. I'm excited. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2007|06:05 pm] |
There's been some weird stuff on telly over the last few days.
Louis Theroux, for a start. I'd never heard of the Westboro Baptist Church before, and now I can't work out if I wish I still didn't know they existed. It wasn't just that they were saying some ridiculous and horrible things. It was the way their leader, Fred Phelps, refused to actually answer any question put to him. When asked how many children he had (good question...there were only about two men in the whole place, aside from the kids, and everyone looked suspiciously like everyone else), he was told he'd wasted a good opportunity for an interview. When Louis Theroux asked him some things relating to their beliefs/the Bible, he said something like "Asked and answered, move on" something along the lines of, "You're too stupid to understand/you're obviously going to Hell" and didn't answer anything. I don't understand how people get caught up by someone like that. You hear about cult/religious leaders being charismatic people, coming across as very intelligent, which is why people follow them, but this man had nothing.
Anyway, I'm going to try not to think about them too much. It makes my head hurt.
Moving on...
'Sleep Clinic'. One person on this was told he might have nocturnal epilepsy. He'd been jumping up out of his bed, wandering around his room, and once jumped out of his bedroom window. He was a student, and every time he moved into a new flat, it got worse. He had to go back home for some tests, and while he was there, his friends (who all know about his condition) had moved into their new place. When he arrived he found they'd left him with the attic room. Great for someone who jumps out of windows. It also had a steep staircase leading up from the door, just waiting for him to fall down it. They're supposed to be his friends, and look after him, and they go and give him the most dangerous room in the house. Did they think it would be funny?! It made me so angry!
Last night I saw a programme about haute couture.
Is Karl Lagerfeld even human? He used to look like the blobby one from Hellraiser, but now he defies description.
The women on it were all mad, every one of them...
It was kind of disappointing to see Patti Smith at a Paris fashion show.
I haven't spent all my time watching bad telly. I actually went for a walk in the woods, and a day out to somewhere near Leeds, both being quite pleasant and requiring no rant. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2007|01:35 pm] |
OK, I'm going to Hell. In town the other day I walked past this woman and a girl I assume was her daughter. She said "Would you like a leaflet..." I paused slightly... "...about Jesus?". I didn't mean to, but I laughed at her. I don't know why! It just sounded really funny at the time. I'm not an impolite person!
Anyway. Then I went off to see the Cooper Temple Clause (again). I've got an ear infection, though, so I had to stand near the back with all the oldies. I've never seen so many middle aged men chew so fast. I hate chewing gum anyway, but this was horrible.
I was stood on my own for a bit while Liam went to the bar, and this man/boy/whatever came up to me and said, "I don't think they're very good, do you?" I said I'd seen them 11 times, they must be alright. Long pause..... "What's your name?" "Nicky." .......loooooooooong pause. "Do you want a drink?" "No." "Fair enough" Then he hung around RIGHT BLOODY NEXT TO ME without actually saying anything else until Liam got back.
Here's the thing...if you're going to try to chat me up/be my friend, don't ever tell me that the Cooper Temple Clause are not very good. Do I look like one of those snotty girls who wear leggins and flowery dresses in an 'ironic' way, who make a point of going to see bands just so they can tell everyone how bad they were? I don't think so. I'm not one of those girls. I go to see bands I like. I definitely wouldn't pay £12 to see a band I didn't really have a clue about (I mean, it's not like they're completely different live to how they sound on record, so he mustn't have been familiar with them). Also, even if I was single, I wouldn't go to see a band to pull someone. The five men stood in front of me are fine, thankyou very much, I don't need some sappy boy loacking in personality, conversation and looks! GO AWAY!
Liam thought it was hilarious. The ten minutes I was on my own were the longest ten minutes of my life!
The Cooper Temple Clause were very good, by the way.
So. We're planning another trip to London in May. We thought we'd give it another go, when it's a bit warmer, and we know our way around a little bit better, and we have more money. We're seeing bands on the 11th and 13th, so we just need one on the 12th, and we'll be all set :) |
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[Jan. 19th, 2007|11:32 pm] |
So. Dentists. I never had a problem with seeing the dentist until last thursday, when I had a filling. I got there fifteen minutes early, so she had time to do whatever she needed to do. So I got the needle and went back to wait for my mouth to go numb. Five minutes later she called me back in and asked me if it was numb. I said not completely. So she gave me another needle (going on about how I have a really bony jaw or something, as if it could be helped). Me: "Should I go back out to wait?" Her: "No, just wait here."
So anyway, 30 seconds later, she started gathering all her evil pointy things, and I was thinking, "Maybe this is as numb as it's going to get." So I just let her get on with it. And it was bloody awful. I could feel every little movement she made and every time she scraped with that horrible scrapey thing, which I've never really liked anyway. It was over pretty quickly though, and after paying thirty eight pounds (I would have had to pay more if I wasn't a student. I nearly died. Next time I want to put myself in pain for money I'll get a piercing), I left and got the bus to college. At which point, my mouth started to go completely numb. Really helpful.
Talking of piercings, I took Liam for his first one the day before. I got him a voucher for christmas, to get his ear done. It's rather nice. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2007|04:05 pm] |
Christmas seems like a long time ago. I got lots of nice things, including leopard-print socks, a ticket to see Patrick Wolf, and lots of money. Some of which I used to buy a rather lovely leopardy coat, kindly ( modelled by Liam. )
New Year was quiet. Bad weather, and having been out the night before to see the Eighties Matchbox (who were very very good), meant we went for a curry, then went to Liams to watch the Father Ted Christmas Special. It was a bit of an old persons New Year, and it was nice.
I hope I'm not becoming one of those students I always moan about. The ones who run out and spend all their money on pointless things in the first week then whinge about how poor they are til the next lot of student loan comes in. In a week I've bought a new camera, new phone, new Dr Martens, a bike, and an ipod for Liam. Oh well :/
At least I'm back to my start-of-term-being-inspired-artwise mood. I know what I'm doing. Now I've just got to convince my tutor of that, and get him to stay out of my face.
Is it normal to really despise your tutor?
I think maybe I should get a new one.
This entry is far too bitty. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2006|10:27 pm] |
Today I went to be an extra on Hollyoaks, which involved a lot of sitting around waiting. The woman from the Casting Factory told me to "go as punked up as possible," so I did, bearing in mind that it was Hollyoaks, and they're not really going to expect Sid Vicious. I still don't know exactly why they wanted someone dressed in that way, because the scene was in a doctors waiting room. Me and Punk Number Two got the impression that we were evil druggies, because we were talking to two girls who I think were meant to look like scally types in tracksuit pants. Anyway, I didn't need to do much to make myself look ill, because I'm dying of some kind of cold at the minute. I was even worried yesterday that I wouldn't be able to go because I was too ill, and it turns out to be a room full of sick people. They did a close-up, and no one had given me any make-up other than what I was already wearing, so I'm going to be so pale and horrible.
Anyway it took about an hour film something that will take about ten seconds on telly, and my backside was completely numb from sitting on the corner of a table (God knows why you'd do that in a waiting room, maybe it's to show how very punk I am), but the people were friendly and I'll make some money from it, so I can't complain. I would have been happier if one of the people there wasn't quite so friendly, though. The scene was something about a girl getting the results of a HIV test, so obviously there were lots of posters about various other diseases...which started this one off about his genital herpes. Really. No one needs to know. No one cares. He was just a little over-confident...I guessed he really wanted to be an actor but just wasn't getting there at the minute. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2006|09:00 pm] |
Liam, yesterday: "I like your shirt. It reminds me of birdseed."
Also, Patrick Wolf is going on tour, and this time he's coming to Liverpool.
Short entry. I have nothing left to say. |
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[Nov. 13th, 2006|01:50 pm] |
So, my Halloween was spent in London.
Two nights and two days doesn't really give you a lot of time when you're in such a big place, but we managed camden markets, and the Tate Modern.
Camden is HUGE. Every little side road leads to another massive market area. It's ridiculous. There wasn't actually that much I wanted to buy there, though. I think you need to have a lot of money to spend to make it really worthwhile, but it was nice just wandering about looking at things. Everyone wanted to feed us, too. You can't move without chinese people hanging over their counters pushing forks at you. Some of the shop owners were a bit weird. It's like they think they have a right to be snotty because they have a shop in Camden.
( Liam, on the roof of Starbucks (or The Source of ALL EVIL, if you'll believe some people )
Our room was stupidly cold. There was a radiator, but it wasn't actually on/working. So we spent as little time there as possible, which was a shame, because the ( artwork ) was lovely
On Halloween night we went to see some bands - Olde Crone, who were good, Sourvein, who weren't, but had a ( really camp singer ) who seemed not to know that he was camp, and Church of Misery, who I'm pretty indifferent to, really.
The Tate Modern wasn't great. Obviously there was lots of good art but the building was horrible, and too busy. We didn't even get to go on the slide!
We both decided that we didn't really get on with London that well. I think it's too big and busy. We both had a really good time, but I think a couple of days was enough.
I think the ( 'Can we just GO, now?' ) look sums it up pretty well. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2006|10:58 pm] |
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I dyed my hair ( this colour ) on saturday. I now have a funeral to go to... |
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