Caution! Careless use of matches could set fire to this furniture

So I'm making a bean bag. This could be interesting.
I went to Hab-Fab and got some lovely blue material. And some muslin, and tracing paper, and a zip, and thread, aaand a new twin needle. So I can finish my t-shirt, then start on the bean bag.

I just looked at my MySpace profile, and my Factoriser said
Alistair had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Alistair went, the lamb was sure to go. So Alistair killed it. It made me lol.

FUCKING HELL. The new twin needle just fucking broke.

New IKEA catalogue !

Gemma: Kim, just see if that's recording. No, on the machine
Stevie: Yeah!
Gemma: Really?
Stevie: Yeah, there's pause, play and record.

Total lozzlage.

Eeee, it was mintt. First time I've been to drama in absolute yonks. And Fiona was there. And we did the looong dance, which I could remember. Oh yes, go me. And we did the wellie-boot dance. Total yessage.

Then we got locked out, then we started talking about pink christmas trees. As I said at the time, top stuff.



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Now playing: Newton Faulkner - Teardrop
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The room is full of fabric !

On the subject of York:

Lord of the Ducks ... says:
eee, it was mintt
im missing the 10 boppiteers already lmao!!! [Megan] says:
yup worth missing teh hello goodbye concert for? cos of al the fab company..
Lord of the Ducks ... says:
it certainly wass

It made me happy, while I was listening to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Dw in cary hwyaden. I means "I love ducks". (Y)


And I've realised that I'm having a theatre week. Sunday I was rehearsing for the Winslow boy. Again yesterday. Today I'm there again for drama. Wednesday more rehearsing. Thursday I'm watching something at The Lowry with Michael. Friday yet more rehearsing. And Saturday we're going to see all the people from the Phoenix in High School Musical. Golly.


Oh, the excitement. I made lunch. Tomato soup and toasted muffins. I nearly blew the house up because the grill had gone out, but still pumping gas out. Oh dear.

And I'm going to make a bean bag. Eventually. Hurrah for bean bags!

How embarrassing

I came out of the theatre carrying a bundle of ex-costumes [for scraps for my t-shirt] and went to get in the car in front of me. Then I thought I should put these on the back seat and went to open the rear door. Then I realised that our car doesn't have a rear door. Then I realised that it wasn't our car. So I swiftly moved on to the one my Dad was sat in. Vair embarrassing.

Kath has a problem with my saying vair, so I can't say it. To her. Vair annoying. Well, not really, that was just for effect.

And I had my picture taken, which I was not too pleased about. Today was not a good day to take my picture. Grrrr.

I have the remnants of my penis balloon in front of me. Allow me to explain. When we went bowling in York, we found lots of balloon shapes and whatnot. On the bus my hat broke, and the pink balloon became my penis. Oh, the hilarity. Then it popped. Further hilarity. When we got back we played BANG!, and pushed the red button, which started flashing, so naturally I legged it.

Oh, and a t-shirt update: I had nearly finished it but with the twin needle broken, I decided to save the bottom hem for later. And I've not done anything since. Except find some groovy fabric at FLT.

MgO !

First, York. I went away to York University, met lots of awesome people, and generally had a duck whale of a time.

Secondly, my t-shirts.
Yesterday's t-shirt is yellow. I had the words DROP SCONES NOT BOMBS printed on it in flourescent yellow vinyl. Genius, non? We had quite some trouble getting the letters the same width, but their corresponding height, like just bigger, not stretched. See, difficult to explain.
And yes, it's mintt.

Today's t-shirt is being made from scratch. 'Cause I'm cool. It will have a rainbow made of strips of fabric on it.


I am now in a good mood. Rehearsals made me happy but tired. Now I am even happier from talking to peopless. But I should go to bed. And get up tomorrow and sew!

We had to cut a line. It was If I promise I'll work like a black... . We debated how it was offensive to a modern audience, but is part of the play and stuff. We changed it to dog. If I remember. It might end up as black dog, just to confuse people.



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Now playing: Dresden Dolls - Gravity
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I love the smell of new t-shirts

I bought two t-shirts yesterday. One was £5 and the other was either that or three. They're rather mintt. One's designed as if there's a neck thing over the top, and the other has space invaders on.

And I plan to make a t-shirt. As soon as I get home from York.



Ironing and watching Monty Python. Top stuff.

Right, I'm off. 'Til Thursday !

I broke Maura's life

Maura rang up and said "We need to sort out Wednesday." And I asked what was happening on Wednesday. And she told me she'd got me a ticket to see HelloGoodbye, when I am in York. Grrr. But I'm sure she never actually told me she'd got tickets for it. I am a fool.

So we didn't go to IKEA, but we did get a sewing machine. What for? For sewing. End of. We do have a sewing machine, but it's as old as my mother, and like my mother, doesn't work very well is old.

I've just realised there are actually three sewing machines in this room, because there's one very old foot-powered thing. Plus my mother, so four. Wowser.

Now, to the pictures. Harry Potter 5, at last.

Has that Pacman gone mad?

I've not blogged since last Saturday [I think]. This is silly. I have been busy all week.

"I've left it in the car" "What?" "Tom's bill. And Fred's James, and Frank's Nigel."


So, junk art all this week. Nick and I had to fill in an evaluation. It was not a good evaluation. Then I got changed and went for lunch at Caffe Nero. Eugh, egg. But not to worry. Then junk band was pretty fun. And that's my day, plus rehearsals. Ommergozzles, I didn't get a Jaffa Cake. Oh dear. And I left my t-shirt at The Phoenix. Ah well.

I hope to go to IKEA tomorrow. Woop.

Now I must go to bed. Grrr. Further information tomorrow.


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Now playing: The Wombats - Kill The Director
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What do points make? AirMiles !

Well, it all started off as a normal towning day, and all was running surprisingly smoothly. I got on the train and met Rach Gemma and Heather in the Arnadale food court. We went into Tesco [I'm not sure why] and decided we had to have a picnic, so we got party rings, apple juice, pink wafers and chocolate fingers and self-scanned. Oh, the excitement.
So we headed off in search of somewhere to eat our picnic, but Urbis was too crowded and manky. So we got a free bus to ChinaTown. Except we ended up at Picadilly. Then got another bus to ChinaTown. Then we decided Urbis would be better, and walked all the way back there. Obvioulsy the chocolate had melted, and we had great fun trying to eat it. The discovery was made that it is nigh impossible to drink from those big cartons without covering yourself in the contents.
Following this, we went shopping. I saw Claire [or rather, Claire saw me], then I saw someone who reminded me of Neil. Hence we commenced playing Neil or no Neil. We shopped till we dropped, and Rach gave[/sold] me her necklace instead of trekking all the way to H&M again. Then we got on a train that wasn't going to stop at Kearsley because they were unwilling to wait with me for my train. After umming and ahhing about whether I should stay on it, it set off. I got off at the first stop and started walking back towards Victoria.
But, on the way there I met some people, who introduced me to many more people. Then we found some more, who I walked round with for a bit. Then I found my way back to the original people. I snogged Tom. We befriended some lovely police community support officers. Then I missed the last train home. But I saved the day again, by getting one to Bolton, and finally getting home.

It's days like these...



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Now playing: Rufus Wainwright - Harvester of Hearts
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I've eaten a whole box of redcurrant puffs

I just saw an Argos advert. With David Tennant's voice. This is shameful.

Also, today, I set up a hi-fi. And got out all the wooden garden furniture, in preparation for the summer I'm still expecting. Oh, weather humour, where would we be without it?
And I still feel like I haven't done anything.

But none of that is important. The important thing is I've won an award. This blog has won an award. Isn't that just amazing? It made me vair happy to find this out, and to be told that Maura thinks my blog is even better than hers.
Now I have to give out an award to five other people. Which is a problem, as until today I only knew one other blogger. Now that I have introduced Erin and Alice to the world of Blogspot, I know three. This is still a problem.



Have I still not posted this? Clearly not, as I'm still writing it. Haha, Kate Nash just came on. We were imitating her singing throughout camp, then she came on Radio 1 on the way home. Top stuff.

Rehearsals were rather mintt today. Geoff stepped in as Miss Barnes, causing much hilarity for us sat in the wings.

We need a trip to IKEA. Because I want to make our house not a sh!t-hole. I can't see how the two are quite connected, but meh.

Now, I need to go and finish Harry Potter. I obviously won't, but it's worth a try.



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Now playing: Flamboyant Bella - Absolutely Wankered
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2 weeks in Hawaii

Well, two weeks in Holland. Twee weken in Nederland. Or something like that. As you can see, I have learnt a little Dutch.
I've decided I'm going to live in Holland. As well as London. At the same time, obv.

I actually got some sleep on the ferry coming home, which surprised me when I woke up. But I was still knackered when I got home. I fell asleep then had to wake up to go for rehearsals, at which I was just about able to stand. Then I woke up at 11 today, and Chris Moyles was on the radio, so I thought it was earlier. Then I found out it was not. Now I'm trying to finish Harry Potter today. Page 408.

Now Alice is calling me a bigot. Because of my post about the "dirty working class people". Which is understandable. That's not what I meant. But we're friends again now. Please don't be offended by that post.

I'm eating a yoghhurt that says 15 JUL on the lid. Haha.
I was about to, but when I tipped the fruit the water slid off the top. Then I tried to remove it, but the layer of thickened yoghurt got all mixed in. So I gave up and tried to put it in the bin, and the spoon dripped on my arm.
How interesting it is being me.