Friday, July 14, 2006

I'm on the edge of being a right fucking cunt - more so.


FUCK YOU ALL

FUCK YOU ALL

FUCK YOU ALL


All fucking night thinking about this and FUCK YOU ALL.

truly sorry about the lack of qualification but there is no excuse for my behaviour - so fuck off, there are a few people out there who read this who I do look up to; but generally There's Nothing.


(13:10 the next day: Too much free wine, silly industry parties, I always get totally hammered. No idea who I talked to. Just remember lots of white leather and mirrors...)

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Got no energy today, had a good idea for an interesting blog this morning - but can't be arsed to try'n'remember it now, too contrived anyway. Come to the conclusion I need a change of scenery, new job, new friends, new drugs.

The main problems with that are:

I like my job - even though its the bane of my life
I like my friends - though they are often fleeting especially if female
I like my drugs - beer in fact.

Maybe I need some closer female company... maybe not.

Off to get some sun.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Our little movie "Granny Turismo" has two London screenings next week

Wayhey!!

01 zero-one
Main venue and delegate centre
Hopkins Street

Friday 21st July

and

Odeon Cinema
Covent Garden
Screenings and awards ceremony
Shaftesbury Avenue

Wednesday 19th July

Coolio :)

This is silly - I'm still ill, what's going on? I've been very well behaved, well pretty goodish anyway, got lots of sleep (finally finished
Quicksilver; very good indeed) yet I still have aching joints - worse in fact, and a blocked up head. It probably didn't help coming into work Saturday & Sunday.

I need to get better - it's B-Movie on Friday then up to Lincolnshire for my mum's (sorry, Mother's) 60th Birthday Party - which should be a big event, hopefully with lots of wine, wenching, merriment and mirth! I may drag a few people up there to enjoy the festivities.


The only problem is she's insisting it's another bloody Purple/Pink party - last time I got a slightly miffed reception when I turned up in black, with a small entourage of other black clad figures. I had the excuse that no one had told us, so this time it's written on the front of the invite.

Might wear black anyway, the only pink things I own are a pair of fluro tights and a tiny skinny fit armless Marilyn Monroe tee shirt; which I don't think would be wholly appropriate...