It's interesting how much of my social life has focused around the Archway/Finsbury park/Holloway area over recent years. First, it was Nic/Dom/Selina/Tom/Chloe/Guy/etc etc etc moving into Criterion Mews, a mere stone throw away form Archway. So we would all pile round to get drunk and get ready to go to Stay Beautiful and Rockabaret and Fori3gn ( ( Read more... )

Lovely sunny weather today, so ambled down to the Blue Cherry (local milkshake/smoothie emporium) with Emma to share a cooling drink. I happened to be wearing my Claude Cahun-inspired "I am in training. Don't kiss me" t-shirt, and the guy behind the counter (who was looking very sleep-deprived, poor dear. They're open till midnight 5 or 6 nights a ( Read more... )

I have been having some seriously loopy dreams recently. Last night, I was breaking in to police stations at midnight to put up posters advertising a surrealist play my friend was writing for the BBC (the friend in question also emerged to be 50 years older than I had previously thought them to be). A couple of nights before that, pigeons were ( Read more... )

For the first time in years (perhaps even the first time ever , as I can't remember the last time it happened), I have been turned away from a club for not having ID. I couldn't blag my way in. Not even the fact that my friend new the person running the club could get me in. I'm not sure whether I should feel pleased or not- I was looking at some ( Read more... )

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Am currently downloading obscure late 70's space disco in preparation for tonight (I'm djing here, folks, do come! http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#!/event.php?eid=104771919554183&ref=ts ). Gosh, is there anything more exciting than discovering ( Read more... )

Parents are supposed to be coming back from their holiday today. It's now 7.49 pm, and there is as yet no sign of them. Dear God, I hope they're alright.

EDIT! Panic over, they're waiting for a train at the airport. Phew.

Have just got off the phone from a nice chat with augstone , who is apparently suffering from a two day hangover and is considering running breifly away from London to see Suede on Wednesday (jammy sod). In contrast, when he originanally rang me earlier, I was in the bath listening to a play about 'misery lit' on Radio 4. When did all my friends become so ( Read more... )

when silent screen vamp lady Pola Negri was signed to Paramount pictures in 1923, she was paid a weekly salary of $3000. When her public profile started to grow, this quickly rose to $10,000. A week. In 1923! That would be roughly worth $128,300 in today's cash. Good grief!

She was very pretty, though:


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I had a horrible dream last night, in which a boy whom I once cared very deeply about put all the messages I had ever sent to him up online for his friends to mock. When I woke up, I felt so distressed that I had to check my outbox to check I had never sent him anything that I would now regret. I haven't. But still ( Read more... )