Busy B with short hair

I was out cross-pollinating the blog world when I realised that
I HADN’T TOLD YOU ABOUT MY SHORT HAIR
(short hair, not short hairs)

It happened one chilly February morning. The sun was shining bright, but shining like cold steel. A bitter draught was blowing through the letter box which kindly Postman had managed to prop open. I sat upon the throne, shivering and contemplating life and the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence. Suddenly, a thought occured to me, floating up from the murky recesses of my mind like a bubble released underwater (think bath time. Oh come on, we’ve all done it!).

Basically, I wet my flowing locks (this is not an euphemism for pissing in one’s pants) and then cut them off with a blunt and rusty scissor. Unfortunately, when my hair dried, it sprung up a couple of inches owing to its curly nature. So what was intended to be a chin-length, Kurt Cobain-cut, ended up as sorry-poodle look. Panic set in. This was a Monday morning. Which could only mean that later on in the day it was going to be a Monday night. And we all know what Monday nights are: Footage Night. (For the uninitiated, The Footage and Firkin is a fine, reputable establishment full of eighteen-year-old students (and us, the wolves amongst the sheep) and is the centre of most of our nefarious doings ) How could I party with hair like this?? Luckily Tracy was on hand to apply a masterful touch to the back of my hair (that’s the hardest bit). Now I’m like Hugh Grant, only my name has different initials. And other letters.

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Gogol Bordello

There’s this hilarious band called Gogol Bordello that describe themselves as Gypsy Punk, with loads of digs at Soviet musik!! I remember hearing a song of theirs called “It was alright in the past”, and today Radio 1 played another called “Start wearing purple”. Absolutely cracking! The website’s bloody annoyingly slow though.

Am I the only one who gets annoyed by shabby/loud ads?? (No you’re not, says Google. 199,000 for “annoying ads” in the UK alone!) There’s one for Sandals holidays that has a woman singing like a banshee, whooping the song and charging and swooping up and down the scales. I guess she wanted to display her full repertoire in the 5 seconds she had. But that’s when you can never hit the remote fast enough!

I watched ‘Derailed’ yesterday with Ms X, had a wonderful time. The cinema was a kind of default choice as it was raining, so I wasn’t really looking forward to it, atleast in the cinematic entertainment department 🙂 But I was pleasantly surprised when the film actually had loads of murder/suspense/rape/beatings. Whoa! that didn’t come out right! But it was a good film, so I recommend it. There.

Thousand apologies..

..but as some of my closer (better, nicer, etc.) friends will know, I have been quite busy in recent times. Or shall I say, I have been, ahem, kept busy. But let me talk about more mundane things. My driving lessons with me mate Ben are going well; he’s a remarkably good instructor, drawing a fine line between having a laugh and getting a lesson drilled in. Or is it I that is (am? are?be?) the remarkably good pupil?? In fact, the only complaints I get are “Heh heh, we were going a bit fast there, weren’t we??” and “Heh heh, you weren’t checking your mirrors there, were you?” and “Heh heh, you really didn’t see that little child you knocked over, did you?”
Only Kidding!!! Of course I checked my mirrors! 🙂

I’ll now take a purfunctory look at your blogs and leave some random remark to lead you guys into believing that I actually read the stuff you moan on about, thereby awakening your guilt feelings and forcing you to visit MY blog!!

AAAHHH! Refreshingly Honest! tm

I’ve kept you on tenterhooks…

“Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things. ”

Some I have deliberately not finished as they require more thought than is possible with Rammstein going beserkomaniacal in your brainholes.

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life

You must be kidding. There was a time when I was a Bar Manager (pub tart) for a pub in Fallowfield, Manchester. Oh, and a brief and forgettable spell as a web designer for a stationery (that means paper and stuff, not ‘unmoving’) company that had no clue what it wanted. Ohh, I shudder!!

Four Movies You Could Watch Over And Over

Difficult. This is, of course, a ephemeral list.

The Last Supper, definitely.
The Life of Brian, absolutely.

Four Places You’ve Lived

I’ve lived (proper lived, like going to school and whatnot) in

Kuwait City, Kuwait.
Bangalore, India.
Moscow, Russia.
Manchester, UK.

Four TV Shows You Love To Watch

I love The Office! And Peep Show. And I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say that I can (and do) quote just about every line from Friends, as some people already know. And the fourth??? FUTURAMA!! (my needs are simple: make me laugh)

Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation

Oh, difficult!

I lurve Amsterdam, Prague is wonderful, Venice is romantic (in a stinky sort of way in summer) and I guess Luxor is the fourth mystical one. But Munich!! Oh how can I forget Munich!!! And the beautiful island of Rugen. And I absolutely loved Vienna at night. And….

Four Blogs You Visit Daily

Well, almost daily

Ioannis V,Cherryfairy,Boudica and Turboslut

Four Of Your Favourite Foods

A strong predeliction towards spicy foods, I notice now

Chicken Tikka Karahi a la Sangam Restaurant in Rusholme
Chicken Pasta Alfredo a la Wetherspoon’s
Masala Dosa a la Punjab Restaurant in Rusholme
Green Thai Curry a la Ioannis and Naz

Four Places You’d Rather Be

I see this as not necessarily a geographical place question, so

In a place of inner contentment
In the space of someone dear
In a time with less strife
and in the Caribbean!!!! YAY!

Four Albums You Can’t Live Without

I could list four of the most seminal pieces of work, but four (only four???) albums I can’t live without are different.

Mystery White Boy – Jeff Buckley (live)
Just one night – Eric Clapton (live at the Budokan, Japan)
Exit stage left – Rush (live)

Four Vehicles You’ve Owned

Since the family I lived with in India were car dealers (importers and exporters, not pushing dope from a mobile base), I got to drive a number of exotic cars from the age of about 15. My first proper drive was in an old 1970’s Left-hand drive Mercedes 220 diesel, a right beaut she was and all in green. My first car was an Indian copy of a Suzuki Alto hatchback, with a whopping 800cc under the bonnet. Enough to transport my sis, her band and all its paraphernalia to her various gigs. I’ll try to get photo links

Four People To Be Tagged

Ioannis V,
Cherryfairy,
Boudica and
Turboslut Dolphin in the blue.

Year of the Dog

I would like to wish all our dear friends in China and Singapore a very Happy New Year of the Dog!!! We hope (well, atleast I do) that they are enjoying a very emotional time with their close and loved ones. Yes I know I’m late in my wishes, but if you consider that this is a whole year, then being late by 4 days is equivalent to 400/365 = 1.0958904 % error.