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I’m so pleased it rained all day yesterday, as it meant I could pull the hood down on my parker while staggering to school with Miniminx. 

It must be a sign of age, but I could hardly move yesterday after my night on the town.  The heady combination of being out, red wine, loud music, high heels and dancing, is just too much of an assault on my senses to have no lasting effect.  I spent most of the day lying down in a darkened room and laughing occasionally as I gradually pulled together my evening’s highlights.

Well, to start I missed out on the bleedin’ Dorchester through no fault of my own.  I tried to order a bottle of champagne to be on the table for my Sis’s party but the Maitre D said I couldn’t pay over the phone, so I settled for a sweet note for them to explain how I’d tried to order a bottle but they wouldn’t let me etc. etc.

So heading North, what better place to start than the Hawley Arms in Camden, home to most of the Art School scrag ends wearing exactly what I did twenty years ago.  Oh, how simple life is for them with all their hair twiddling and loose limbed foppery, I spent most of my time agog and holding myself back from lunging to grab wobbling beer glasses which looked ready to drop on the floor. ‘For god’s sake, they’re not toddlers!’ I kept saying to myself -not out loud obviously.  I’m an avid people watcher and this lot were already shouting and it was only 6.30. Two girls next to me were nattering away quite happily…

‘Ya, he’s definitely bi you know.’
‘Oh my god, he sooo is, he so definitely is…’
‘Yeah, yeah, and he’s slept with everyone at college.’
‘Do you know that Russian girl?’
‘Yah, todally’
‘She wears those blue tops – she should change her hair’
‘I don’t like it short.’
‘It’s really long.’
‘But she’s Russian?’
‘Yah’
‘Wears skinny jeans’
‘Yah’
‘Silver bag’
‘Yah’
‘Blue hair’
‘Um, like no’
‘Oh weird, there must be two Russian girls’
‘Yah, that’s like soooo mad.’

Well, if you can’t beat them join them, so I ordered a glass or red and lurked in the beer garden for a quick smoke while waiting for my friend.  After another glass of red, we headed off to what I thought was the theatre and it turned out to be Grace Jones – oh my god it was amazing.  She is amazing and the audience was a total 80s throwback, chin strokers spotted evenly around the venue and a few (starting to look really) old faces, including a record producer I used to know back in the day. 

We got invited to the after show party but I was dragged out kicking and screaming because it was a school night.  Much as I would loved to have gone, I doubt I would have made it out of the house at all yesterday if I had…

Stilll, if you can’t enjoy a movie on a rainy day, when can you? So I plumped for The Family Stone which was much funnier than the reviews…

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Miniminx and I have both got cricked necks from too much Wii Fit and sleeping at funny angles – oh ha ha not. I’ve learned the true meaning of a pain in the neck. Oh yes, kids do say the funniest things don’t they. My reputation is in tatters thanks to Miniminx and her salacious gossip…

Taking full of advantage of my lack of gainful employment, Miniminx enjoyed a day at home on Monday with warmed neckpad, hot water bottle, Disney Channel, lots of moaning and wearing out the battery on her DS (oops sorry I darling, I forgot where I hid, I mean tidied away the charger…). She seemed fine yesterday, so off to school we went.

A few hours later, I get the call from school, ‘Your little darling is in the sick bay and wants her Mummy’. So off I pootle to school and pick her up and we have to cab it to my long awaited facial with her wearing my long-haul-flight-neck-cosy… I thought I’d take advantage of the Giraffe 2-4-1 dinner and stuff cooking so off we went afterwards for a nice quick supper and an arm wrestle over homework.

‘Mum, it’s lucky I can remember your mobile number off by heart now as the ladies in the school office didn’t have to go through all the files.’
‘Oh, you’re such a clever little darling aren’t you!’
‘Oh yeah, and they asked if you’d be at work but I told them you wouldn’t be ‘cos you’re UNEMPLOYED now and NOT WORKING.’
‘Thanks darling’

So it doesn’t end there, that was just the beginning….

I love Amy Winehouse and her scat cat antics, she’s one of my favourite singers and mostly, her lyrics are unintelligible to Miniminx (and me actually), but I think she’s going to have to be silenced for a while. Last night, Miniminx called down the stairs ‘MUUUUUUUUUUM?? WHAT’S REEE HABBB???

‘Oh, you know, it’s for drunks and druggies darling’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Um, well, if Mummy was drinking two bottles of vodka and having a glass of wine at breakfast, I’d probably need to go to rehab. But obviously I don’t need to because I don’t’ I said smugly…

My little angel’s face poked out of a mountain of bathtime bubbles and said what only an eight year old can…
‘Ha ha, I’m going to tell everyone at school you’re going to rehab…’

Well that will go down like a cold cup of sick with the school gate mums…I’m going to get a t-shirt printed and fast…I’M NO AMY.

Needless to say, she is in school today sporting a ThermaCare heatwrap with instructions to keep a lid on the gossip or all gadgets will be returned to Lapland pronto!

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