Wake up call
Three urgent rings on the doorbell at 8.15 this morning. On a Saturday. It can't be the postie, so I try and ignore it. No such luck, two rings again. By now I'm thinking it's something serious, I mean five rings?! The house must be on fire. Or one of my parents dropped dead. So I rush downstairs in my PJs and open the door to this little man with a sunhat on (a sunhat in February).
I grunt "good morning"
"Oh. I'm sorry. You see, it's just... you're parked in front of my house. Would you mind moving your car so I can wash my car more easily?"
Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me??
I've never seen this man in my life. Never. He lives on the other side of the road apparently, about five houses from us. But he sure as hell knows me. He knows what car I drive and where I live. He probably knows what time we got home last night or when I usually leave for work. Perhaps even where we shop and what's in our trash. And this is a big, busy street!
So I put on some clothes and moved my car. The Girlfriend grunted "What? The nerve?!" but I'm a big pushover. And besides, he could have spent all morning ringing my doorbell if I didn't.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Eat that disbelievers!
It's about bloody time! Oh yes, I hear you think, the Pet Shop Boys are so silly, so camp, so ... oh, but don't. Don't even go there. You have not faced my wrath till you insult the Pet Shop Boys. And the majority of you have mocked them, mainly to see how I would react. Enough, I tell you! Not only are they releasing a fantastic new single (or have already? Yikes), they kicked Bono's arse at the Brit awards last night.
Go Pet Shop Boys!
It's about bloody time! Oh yes, I hear you think, the Pet Shop Boys are so silly, so camp, so ... oh, but don't. Don't even go there. You have not faced my wrath till you insult the Pet Shop Boys. And the majority of you have mocked them, mainly to see how I would react. Enough, I tell you! Not only are they releasing a fantastic new single (or have already? Yikes), they kicked Bono's arse at the Brit awards last night.
Go Pet Shop Boys!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday night
"Die, Jenny Schecter! Die! She deserves it, sweetie, she deserves it!"
This is the kind of stuff I have to listen to every Monday night. The Girlfriend has a standing date with the incredibly bad "The L Word", something I can only stomach from behind a book/magazine/computer screen.
Trainwreck.
But looking at the Girlfriend getting worked up about it all is pretty fun too.
"Die, Jenny Schecter! Die! She deserves it, sweetie, she deserves it!"
This is the kind of stuff I have to listen to every Monday night. The Girlfriend has a standing date with the incredibly bad "The L Word", something I can only stomach from behind a book/magazine/computer screen.
Trainwreck.
But looking at the Girlfriend getting worked up about it all is pretty fun too.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Love etc
Oh Pet Shop Boys, how I love you
"You don't have to be beautiful but it helps"
The first single of their forthcoming album "Yes" (You probably didn't know this, Bavada), to be released March 23rd.
Oh Pet Shop Boys, how I love you
"You don't have to be beautiful but it helps"
The first single of their forthcoming album "Yes" (You probably didn't know this, Bavada), to be released March 23rd.
Monday, February 02, 2009
Old age
Listening to all the songs that have already been selected for Eurovision I've come to the horrible realisation that they all... kinda suck.
Well, maybe two aren't too horrible.
But the others... oh dear.
The UK think they'll be winning with Mister Scaryface Webber's musical composition (despite coming possibly straight out of any of his million award-winning musicals, the song is CRAP) and when they don't they'll blame the rest of Europe,
France sends Patricia Kaas with something intense but I can't help thinking "where's the chorus? It's Eurovision!", Romania sends something horribly uptempo, I won't say too much about Finland in order not to fall prey to the wrath of Warskinny, and the rest of them (Holland e.g.) don't even bear thinking about.
Am I getting old or is it Eurovision's fault?
Listening to all the songs that have already been selected for Eurovision I've come to the horrible realisation that they all... kinda suck.
Well, maybe two aren't too horrible.
But the others... oh dear.
The UK think they'll be winning with Mister Scaryface Webber's musical composition (despite coming possibly straight out of any of his million award-winning musicals, the song is CRAP) and when they don't they'll blame the rest of Europe,
France sends Patricia Kaas with something intense but I can't help thinking "where's the chorus? It's Eurovision!", Romania sends something horribly uptempo, I won't say too much about Finland in order not to fall prey to the wrath of Warskinny, and the rest of them (Holland e.g.) don't even bear thinking about.
Am I getting old or is it Eurovision's fault?
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