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The Late Shift II: The Muppets Tonight!

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03:14 / 20.09.03

Goodnight Maz! Huggles and the lot to ya!

04:43 / 20.09.03

ooh, just got in with a smoke inhalation headache and a sinking feeling that I'm getting a bit too old and far too comfortable to go to clubs anymore.

is there room for me and my muppets finger puppet collection, which features a very suspicious looking, satin accessorized miss piggy?

22:53 / 20.09.03

Is anybody out there?

Chitter chatter rhymes with pitter patter. Im feeling awfully babysome today. And yesterday I began learning Advanced Higher (=A level) Business management, from home, with no teaching, 2 months after people going to school began it. What am i doing, really, i wonder.

23:03 / 20.09.03

Ginger! Darling! At least you're learning something applicable to real life. You can manage my business any day. How's your evening going?

23:07 / 20.09.03

Not too bad, thanku. Had a competition today (at which, there was an inexplicable number of babies), but everyone else there was *amazing*, and i felt rather pathetic. But it was a trip to perth, it was kinda fun, so i can deal with getting 1 point fucking 66 on bars.

I love management, im not sure why. I dont think its all down to the minor crush on my teacher a few years ago.

So what's been happening in a day of the Maz? worky worky, or dancy dancy?

23:19 / 20.09.03

Hey! Anna de didn't kill me with her driving! Though in the first thirty seconds we clipped the back wheel on a curb, almost shuddered into some big metal lump things, and stopped for a fag.

23:27 / 20.09.03

Workin' on that damn presentation on Ibsen. It's wearing on my brain. But on the fun side, I window shopped for glasses frames online- I've decided to stop teetering on the edge of geek and just give in- black plastic frames, sweater vests, pleated skirts, it'll be swell. I've found a bunch that aren't too expensive that I'm gonna ask about, once my insurance card arrives and I can make my appointment.

Any idea what manner of business you want to manage, sugar?

23:27 / 20.09.03

Wow Im glad you're here to tell the tale. Though i wont laugh. In 22 days, im eligible to drive. Beware world (more specifically; pedestrians).

23:28 / 20.09.03

Oh, all my favourite people! Ganesh is on call so we went to Duckie and he drank water but I got pissed and turned into Twiggy in a glittery frock. I was such a star!

6 vicars doing outreach work for Jesus with the lovely Vicar of Vauxhall drawing the raffle for the floral art. I have decided I want to be a vicar. Church of Scotland is so drab. Church of England is camp as fuck!

The cabaret tonight at Duckie was the President and Treasurer of the London and Overseas [sic] Flower Arrangement Society doing a history of London Ikebana and covering a naked woman in flowers. I'm sure the trendy vicars enjoyed that. I surely did.

So how are all the assembled barbelites and has anybody taken a tire iron to any of the trolls while I was gone?

Hooray for gingerbop and her pelvic thrusts by the way.

23:35 / 20.09.03

Pelvic thrusts? Have you been spying on me, fantasising about being in Bombay Dreams?

Not even sure if i want to manage a business- a bit too much responsibility. I wouldnt mind working in advertising. But at the mo, the most managing im doing is kinda "do i have any paint left? Yes? Good." type thing.

Hurrah for Geek Chic. I have a pleated skirt, dont mock! Admittedly it is mini and pink, so i think it passes for punki/laurenish.

Yay for Xoc as vicar of Canterbury person. You know, I had no idea ganesh was a doctor. I'd only ever pictured him as a guy sitting in front of a puter (while you sit with hot chocolate by the fire), twirling one of his name noses round his finger.

23:35 / 20.09.03

You love management because you are genetically one of the Bosses that are born to oppress the working class. You know it. We know it. It goes along with the lizard scales, and the unplaceable prostate.

I'm not doing a great deal, and haven't been all afternoon/evening. My psychologist told me I shouldn't drink so much. That's a pretty obvious one, I don't know why I pay money for that.

23:37 / 20.09.03

Name noses? Well they would be interesting. Bob, this is Sally: Sally; Bob.

Many noses, i think was more what i had in mind.

23:38 / 20.09.03

I was such a star!

Xoc, you can be my vicar any day of the week! Just promise me no baptisms, it'd ruin my hair.

Trolls don't seem to spend much time in this thread, I think it's because we're so unflappable.

23:41 / 20.09.03

And are you ALL spying on me? Yes, i keep them on leashes in the bathroom.

Talking of being spied on, does The Truman Shop give anyone else the creeps, with regards to how plausable the whole thing is? And how no rom they're ever in is without a crack in the corner of the room, or a busy bookshelf, or perhaps a one-way mirror? Or am i paranoid? Obviously, if you all ARE watching me, your gona tell me im mad, and paranoid, and of course it'd not feasable. Hmmm. The world is a scary scary place.

23:52 / 20.09.03

Shame I've been an atheist for 47 years. Don't suppose the Church of England would hold that againbst me. They seem to be reasonably tolerant, some of them anyway. And my boyfriend is a moderator on a christian bbs.

I would be so good. Up in the pulpit, nary a dry eye in the house by the time I'd finished a sermon. No condemnation, no hellfire and brimstone, just *Love one another, my children* and *Boogie on down with the big JC every Friday Night!*

Seriously, I was impressed as all hell with that vicar woman, coming along in her dog collar and cassock to say a few words from the stage at London's most fashionable gay night club. She has a robust relationship with her God obviously. None of this using it as reason to hide from the real world.

Yes, gingerbop, not only do I have you bugged but I fantasise nightly about your Olga Korbut shenanigans. Be afraid, lithe and sinuous girlie! Actually, I fantasise about being a redheaded teenage girl with buns of steel, now that I'm an elderly fatbeard.

Mazarine, you have my special blessing. With pistachio sauce. And, demons of alcohol, I conjure thee to leave our brother fridgemagnet and just come possess me, since the damage is already beyond repair as far as my poor liver is concerned.

23:57 / 20.09.03

Hallelujah! -does a happy dance-

I love you guys. All of you. You make me so very glad.

00:10 / 21.09.03

*MWUH* and goodnight to you all. Have fun dancing naked in the moonlight (a fine hobby to have). Im very sad that Church of Scotland sucks, because you cant be my minister. I cant pretend to be in primary school again, chanting "good-morn-ing-rev-er-end-Xoc". Have fun, x

00:13 / 21.09.03

"good-morn-ing-rev-er-end-Xoc"

How much better would growing up have been if that was how every morning started?

Good night, ginger darlin.

00:13 / 21.09.03

Am heading bedwards because it's far too late and I'm tired.

Went out into Lahndahn town with some friends and some fellow Barbelites for birthday shindig, and it was marvellous. Good time had by all. My spirits were lifted. I too am very glad.

00:18 / 21.09.03

Yersss, I'm a doctor. Glad I wasn't called tonight, though. Floral Cabaret being tonight's Duckie theme, we had a bloom-tossing radical drag interpretation of Kate Bush's 'Delius', two middle-aged Womens' Institute flower arrangers (who were both EveryMother) putting white rosebuds over naked nipples and a mass gladiolus hand-out for the inevitable Smithsfest.

As Xoc says, the vicars were lovely, particularly the (distinctly dykonic) Vicar of Vauxhall finishing her turn with "and don't believe what you read about vicars in the papers".

All too beautiful...

01:01 / 21.09.03

*cof* Amen, Brother!

Off to bed, hoping Ganesh doesn't get called at 4 a.m.

Goodnight, my children, and remember: Jesus loves you. Or He would, if He were still with us, and I'm still undecided on that point. If He shows up tonight, He'll have to take the couch. I'm sure He'd be very reasonable about it and probably make some breakfast for us. Or smite us. Aye, it's a gamble this religion stuff.

The Return Of Rothkoid

03:18 / 21.09.03

I would've preferred Jesus crashing on my lounge-room floor last night, as opposed to the Queensland troupe of fucking adulterous Ceroc dancers that I had instead.

Sigh.

The Return Of Rothkoid

03:21 / 21.09.03

No, I'm mistaken. Up there they call it "Le Step".

Le fucking step.

Gah.

09:40 / 21.09.03

Hello lovely, long lost Rothkoid! Ceroc dance troupe, eh? Other people go out and pick up a girlie on a Saturday night. You have to go one better, huh, to assuage your manly appetites?

Qu'est-ce que c'est Ceroc btw? Doesn't sound very Spanish. I remember being mystified by the lyric of Desmond Dekker's The Israelites as a boy and there is one line in that where he seems to sing something about his Ceroc trousies.

Anyway, having foolishly arranged brunch for today and having gone out on the piss last night regardless, I am about to head blearily and half-asleepily uptown on one of these damnable tube things for some kulcher and nibbles with the starving Elephant Man and the Canadian Ambassador, Mr potus.

Fetch that dog and bring me its hair.

The Return Of Rothkoid

12:36 / 21.09.03

Ceroc. Well, it's like modern jive, apparently. Mixed with salsa. Mixed with shit tunes and spandex. I dunno; doesn't appeal to me. If it ain't rockabilly and it ain't swing, I ain't dancin'.

Thankfully, I hadn't picked any of them up. My new flatmate knew one of them, and the rest decided to crash at my place. At 3am. There were words. Especially when they woke me up. Some of them were polysyllabic, even. Hmm.

But tonight, I've been avoiding works and watching movies with pirates in. Arr.

13:24 / 21.09.03

Rothky! Curses be unto Ceroc dancers, and those that bring them into your sleepy midst.

19:00 / 21.09.03

Can there be a phrase more likely to send shudders of alarm through one than "modern jive"? And that was before you mentioned the shit tunes and spandex. I like a good quadrille myself or a Roger de Coverly. I was going to say their accompaniment wouldn't wake you up at 3 a.m. but I suppose there'd be a sackbut or something to keep the rhythm.

You should tell your flatmate that mime is where it's at these days. All the best people are bringing mime artists home from clubs and having the most brilliant time pretending to be trapped behind invisible walls together, in total silence. That's what Marcel Marceau died of, you know, the constant speechless shagging.

19:33 / 21.09.03

If I'm gonna be woken up at three a.m., there just better be a mambo involved.

I'm watching a Trading Spaces Family designer trying to spray furniture with black RIT dye. This is a deeply foolhardy thing, I think. How are you going to rinse out such furniture? How can the dye possibly remain hot? On a hot day, how is one to avoid having one's caboose and other back-clothing turning inky? People might think that you're secretly a squid. Or a squid smuggler.

Especially since bad Hilde ruined a large quantity of furniture by attempting to spray paint it hot pink one or two seasons previous.

I miss having BBC America. I never saw this sort of malarky on Changing Rooms.

20:14 / 21.09.03

Ah, there has been a revolution in Changing Rooms, dear Maz. Carol Smillie has been shot and replaced by Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen as presenter. Not sure I approve. I like Loz well enough but he's too opinionated about the work of the other designers to be as smilingly smooth in the links as Carol was.

I had a friend who went on the show three or four years ago and Lawrence created a Moroccan kitchen for her which was a bit of a triumph (apart from the sand mixed into the paint on the walls which will remain forever). She got on with him like a house on fire but argued bloody murder with Anna Ryder Richardson who was directed my friend and her son as they redid the neighbour's bedroom.

Amazing that this programme has any steam left in it after so long. I have seen the US, Oz and NZ versions on cable in the past and never really took to them. The "Handy Andy" equivalents abroad seemed always to be hunks though.

Can't think why anyone would want to be subjected to the combined effect of your neighbour's perceptions of your lifestyle, a tiny budget, and a fame-crazed designer who wants to make a name for hirself on national tv.

One of the great pleasures of having lived in a rented flat in Lodnon for the past year has been that we've been unable to do any decorating. Beginning to get itchy fingers though and will probably quite enjoy slapping some lurid colour on walls when we get another place of our own next year. No pink and no black though!

20:28 / 21.09.03

One of the great pleasures of having lived in a rented flat in Lodnon for the past year has been that we've been unable to do any decorating.

Telllllll me about it. I've got an apartment that's just itching for some molding, some color, something but 1. who knows where my loony fiance and I will be once the M.A.'s are wound up, and 2. still poor.

So I have to content myself with revamping things in ways that can be easily undone.

Lawrence as host? That seems somewhat frightening. Forgive my naivite, was the other person literally shot or is that just hyperbole? Moroccan kitchen, that sounds gorgeous.

I think the U.S. version has steam still because half the designers are evil on a stick. Hilde and Doug are kind of satanic, really, and frequently do terrifying things to people's rooms. Meanwhile, there's Frank, with his theme rooms which are frequently nice if whimsical, and then Genevieve and Vern, easy to deal with, producers of consistently nice results. Sides, as long as it's not a rerun, you can sit and bet on whether or not the homeowner will cry.

Goodness Gracious Meme

20:43 / 21.09.03

ahh,that's the best thing about CR...

once saw a couple whose bedroom(tweedy) had been 'transformed into a decadent egyptian fantasy' practically shaking with anger..

20:49 / 21.09.03

Yipe.

Hilde's glued hay to people's walls. She also has as much of a knack for destroying fireplaces as the others have for destorying ceiling fans.

20:51 / 21.09.03

No, Carol has not (to the best of my knowledge) been shot. She has another little design-makeover-type-thing going on on a minority channel and must by now have four or five kids, so maybe she's just wanting a rest. Her husband's a successful chef /restauranteur I think, so enough shekels stuffed under the mattress to have the luxury of sitting at home filing her nails and perfecting her smile.

So how goes the Shavian perspective on Ibsen then? Or shouldn't I mention it? I am sort of interested, just because I think Shaw was a very interesting chap. Odd and a bit curmudgeonly but full of progressive ideas and capable of great sentimentality in his correspondence.

I once suffered through a rubbish performance of Ghosts years ago and haven't been much tempted by ol' Henrik since. Patrick Stewart had a big hit here recently with The Master Builder though. And I enjoyed a radio version of the one about a town councillor responsible for some ecological damage but fucked if I can remember the name of it. Didn't I read somewhere that his fame rested largely on his writing because so few of his audience ever got a chance to travel through frozen Norwegian countryside to see performances of Ibsen in theatres? Head is empty of fragments of knowledge about Ibsen now.

Feel free to ignore all of the above. I am clearly in no position to discuss the matter seriously and will return to some frothier Conversation-type mode.

Hoping I will have a quieter week next week at work after the furies descended and have been nipping at my hindquarters for the past few brutally busy weeks. It really is time I found myself a sinecure with a ridiculous salary attached. I have never been unemployed for a day in my life and it's beginning to piss me off that some of my contemporaries have already retired. I'm too old and fat for hard work any more...

Goodness Gracious Meme

20:52 / 21.09.03

wow. i have to see that..

i'm watching 'blade', meanwhiles... looks pretty blah so far...

21:13 / 21.09.03

Woog. Shaw Shaw Shaw, Ibsen Ibsen Ibsen. I'm plodding through, but it feels like we've already discussed most of what Shaw discusses in his book in class. But whatever, I'll do my best, if I crash and burn, I've got enough stray credits so's I can withdraw.

At the moment, I'm watching Point Break in the background. I wonder what the Shavian perspective on the ouvre of Keanu Reeves would be.

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