completely forgot to write anything about the rather interesting last few weeks. my relationship with rachel is fast approaching the 'completely undocumented' status that makes me look back and let imagination and half-memory toy with my mind with no hope of compensation.
that last post wasn't as good as it sounded it my head; if i want to make it as a journalist i'll have to try harder than that. writing it really made me want to play deus ex again though, and thief, and made me realise i actually didn't like the game at all. i mean actually realised it; i fired it up the next day and the addiction had been vapourised. i'm playing soul calibur 3 now; i had mild retina burn from it last night but that's ok. at least it's something that rewards you for the time you put in.
and i've still not got a job but everyone's got something they're waiting to hear from; if none of these leads go anywhere i'll be very surprised. and buggered.
so i'll try and write more again.
this weekend just gone, for instance, well it started on wednesday i suppose, with another impromptu girls girls girls gig at 'cuba' in camden. it's in the wierd old theme-park-esque market place where every venue is themed after a different country. cuba is a large, long bar that amongst everything else, sells cuban cigars, and i can't imagine they get much trade in that. aside from the bands and they're cronies, i can't see they get much trade on a wednesday anyway; i felt we'd been conned by the management, the bands weren't here to bring an audience, they were there so the bar would have customers. apparently it was an excellent series of bands though, even the stoner grunge band were good at what they did. mad staring eyes had some joyful moments in between slightly more interpol/chris rea moments, and the fact that they were playing different kinds of stuff is always good. they were clearly very talented as well, but modest with it.
thursday was rachel's birthday, so i went out with a gaggle of teachers to some pub in whitechapel. by the end of the night, some drunken idiot had torn the leg of her beautiful frog puppet. but she had loads of other pressies - much jewelery, which she was quite over laden with. it was all good gear. when it closed, the remains of the party - her and i, rachel's colleague alison and her fiance alan, rachel's housemate joel and his girlfriend annie, and rachel's oldesty friend james, piled into a dark and sleezy bar for a bit. i bought soup from the 24 hour cost cutter next door and we went home.
on friday miss wheeler was late for school - she got up with the alarm but found her phone had somehow lost an hour when it ran out of batteries. nothing to do with it being her birthday the night before - although there's nothing to say that if she'd got up at the right time, she'd have actually made it out. i came back here, browsed the world a little more, et another can of ful modomas (fava beans, lebanese style, which i may write more about), back out to the foundry for james' birthday. there was no way i was getting dragged out by ian and katie to trailer trash, nor spending more than necessary in the joiners, which was packed wall to wall with heaving homosexuals. rachel and i went and sat on the chairs outside the furniture shop opposite then went back to hers again. she wasn't exactly pleased with her present, so i repeatedly insisted we could take it back and get something else, which she continually said no to - she would leave it out and get used to it. so i guess that's a yes then.
saturday we went for breakfast, and then to the park which was gorgeous. clissord park, i think - there was a pond that had one family of swans, one of ducks, one of moorhens, one of a waterfowl i'm not familiar with, and a group of terrapins, sunning themselves on a log. what was strange was how one family of ducks kept nibbling at them which they didn't seem to mind - searching for mites, or perhaps the lazy blighters were just too slow to do anything about it other than retract their legs? i came back here, rachel set out to camden to buy presents for everyone else who had a birthday (it's been quite a week) and then came along. in the interim i whipped up a mean pizza sauce; we stocked up on videos at blockbuster - it's only an express so any of my favourites were out. we settled on the prestige, which i wanted to see again and she wanted to see at all - terkel in trouble (english version), and gilliam's tideland. we made some absolutely brilliant courgette pizzas - rachel convinced me to have cheese on as she needs to 'fatten me up', the regret i felt of which has hardened my wanna-be vegan stance, but they were so top - and watched the prestige. it's still very very good, but i didn't get as much more out of a second viewing as a i thought i might. you do notice a lot more though - i didn't realise how tight the structure of the film was, reflected in nested diary reading.
in the morning we watched terkel, which was a little over-localised i think - and the translation was a different script to the english subtitles for the danish version, so the 'what about you?' song became 'look at yourself', and some of the accents were nasty and chavvy. which they probably should be actually. so what am i complaining about? we were too dopey to pay attention to tideland, which is a little too distressing and plotless to keep up with. it reminded me more of the texas chainsaw massacre than of anything else.
then the girls got back from their all-weekend recording session and we sorted shit out. need to tidy the flat at some point this evening, and chase up those leads...