Nah, no album artwork necessary for SugaKraft (sic) - they're to be a one hit wonder, sinking without trace after the massive success of their club classic Push The Button (On My Pocket Calculator), a Sugababes vs. Kraftwerk mash up thingy like wot the young folks were all over five years ago :-)
Man, but if only I had skillz to actually make such a thing happen. I'd keep myself amused for HOURS with all the bad musical puns I could engineer...
Aww, nice to know SOMEone does! :D Ooh you're always welcome to head over this way, would be ace to see you again - I want to come to London at some point, now the sun's starting to shine a bit more. I could do with an excuse though, an exhibition or a gig or a play or whatnot (not that visiting you isn't an excellent enough reason in its own right for coming to the big smoke, but y'know how it is, fixing on some sort of Event can help to make things actually occur as opposed to just being talked about). Hmmmm.
I was thinking about you-in-your-home-habitat the night before I wrote this actually, as my small hours internet cross-referencing had led me to learn about Childeric's 300 golden bees! I love the serendipitous falling-into-freaky-facts nature of the internet...
You know, I've never thought till now about finding out who or what Childeric was. Hooray for Wikipedia, and for random clicky links getting you from this to ??? :)
Thanks! Yes I did sort them out, though it was a totally frustrating business and involved a lot of swearing about my letting agents (not when they could hear, though - I tried to schmooze in their direction, which is partly how I managed to secure another 12 month contract for my existing flat). I still haven't posted about it, cos I just found it all so enraging, apart from anything else. Sorry to hear you're in the same boat now :-( Hope whatever it is can be sorted out without too much faff and arsiness...
You are of course quite correct. Man, I'm dozy sometimes. I'd blame it on the lack of sleep having written this post after spending all night reading about bondage and folklore on the internet, but I'm perfectly capable of doziness however much sleep I've had.
Even with the added alliteroption, though, I can't think of anything decent apart from Covert Cupid (which obviously I DIDN'T think of). Just things that sound like really cheesy pop songs, like Cupid Confidental and Undercover Lover. Eurgh.
Covert Cupid gets my vote, too. I'm forever telling people that it's possible to be a romantic even if you are single and have cynical tendencies, and I think a gift exchange for singletons is a beautiful idea. Having said that, Het and I founded a group called Bitter Singles ages ago, but I'm not so bitter any more. While a part of me would love to be swept off my feet, most of me is rather loving my newfound freedom and independence and is apt to roll eyes at the girls in the office whining about not getting any cards/flowers/presents or any assorted clichéd Valentine's frippery.
Have just found out that there's no free time whatsoever on my Swansea course until the evenings. Bah. But Het and I would love to come visit you sometime if you'll have us; we were discussing a Ceri trip just the other week.
I'm still thinking of silly names for Valentines exchanges - Venus In Shades? Love Under Wraps? Dear me... I keep thinking of totally unhelpful things that (half) rhyme with romantic, too, like Atlantic, pedantic, semantic, frantic - clearly I need to write a song about a lovelorn academic who's a stickler for details and in a last minute rush boards a boat bound for America. Or summink.
I'm a bittersweet bundle of contradictions about love and the like, but I definitely think that the romantic gets a bad press. It's not all about scentless, charmless roses sold by the stem in Tesco alongside the Easter eggs and Don't forget Mother's Day! banners
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If we're going by phrases that sound somewhat similar to Velvet Underground songs, then Venus in Fury is my choice. Although 'Pedantic Romantic From the Atlantic' sounds like it should be a Half Man Half Biscuit song, and also sums up my relationship with Abby in less than ten words.
It's not all about scentless, charmless roses sold by the stem in Tesco alongside the Easter eggs and Don't forget Mother's Day! banners.Indeed. Although it did seem all about that when I went to Co-Op to pick up a romantic Valentine's Day dinner for one (baked beans and a jacket potato) at 7.30pm on Thursday! A box of Ferrero Rocher and some dyed red roses is never going to win my heart, thankyouverymuch. And I really hope the bloke I saw buying a bottle of 'Black Tower' rosé was settling in for a night of cheap solitary drinking and not hoping on using it to woo a lady/male friend
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As it happens, one of a very few romantic gestures made towards me by the last person with whom I was involved was a reference to my own habitual pedantry, which I daresay is annoying as hell to those who have to put up with it. Sometimes it's just instinctive though :-/ I come from a long line of schoolteachers, so maybe the urge to correct and specify and so on is buried deep in my DNA.
Anyway, the Other Person Involved retaliated by calling me on it every time I was a pedant, but mockingly, referring to me as a pendant to take the piss out of my tendency to get disproportionately narked about malapropisms and mispronunciations and the like coming from other people. This ended up becoming one of countless in-jokes between us (most of which were language based, now I come to think of it).
I was really touched, then, when for my birthday that year I was presented with a silver chain and a silver and pink mother-of-pearl pendant, which, in reference to the above, he'd had engraved on the reverse...
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Man, but if only I had skillz to actually make such a thing happen. I'd keep myself amused for HOURS with all the bad musical puns I could engineer...
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I was thinking about you-in-your-home-habitat the night before I wrote this actually, as my small hours internet cross-referencing had led me to learn about Childeric's 300 golden bees! I love the serendipitous falling-into-freaky-facts nature of the internet...
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Covert Cupid, for example.
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Even with the added alliteroption, though, I can't think of anything decent apart from Covert Cupid (which obviously I DIDN'T think of). Just things that sound like really cheesy pop songs, like Cupid Confidental and Undercover Lover. Eurgh.
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Have just found out that there's no free time whatsoever on my Swansea course until the evenings. Bah. But Het and I would love to come visit you sometime if you'll have us; we were discussing a Ceri trip just the other week.
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I'm a bittersweet bundle of contradictions about love and the like, but I definitely think that the romantic gets a bad press. It's not all about scentless, charmless roses sold by the stem in Tesco alongside the Easter eggs and Don't forget Mother's Day! banners ( ... )
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It's not all about scentless, charmless roses sold by the stem in Tesco alongside the Easter eggs and Don't forget Mother's Day! banners.Indeed. Although it did seem all about that when I went to Co-Op to pick up a romantic Valentine's Day dinner for one (baked beans and a jacket potato) at 7.30pm on Thursday! A box of Ferrero Rocher and some dyed red roses is never going to win my heart, thankyouverymuch. And I really hope the bloke I saw buying a bottle of 'Black Tower' rosé was settling in for a night of cheap solitary drinking and not hoping on using it to woo a lady/male friend ( ... )
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Anyway, the Other Person Involved retaliated by calling me on it every time I was a pedant, but mockingly, referring to me as a pendant to take the piss out of my tendency to get disproportionately narked about malapropisms and mispronunciations and the like coming from other people. This ended up becoming one of countless in-jokes between us (most of which were language based, now I come to think of it).
I was really touched, then, when for my birthday that year I was presented with a silver chain and a silver and pink mother-of-pearl pendant, which, in reference to the above, he'd had engraved on the reverse...
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