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cat is: amused
cat hears: Rammstein - Mein Teil (second hand through Emma's earphones)

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Calling Rammstein just a "rock band" is like saying Picasso "painted a bit"
Thursday. 11.30am. I had about half an hour's grace between finishing my packing up and leaving to get the bus to Edinburgh. Not once in this time did it occur to me. Got on the bus, listened to Rammstein for two hours. Nope, still not remembered. Potter around Edinburgh, jump on the bus to the airport. Nope. Check in, departure lounge, duty free... Rammstein. Ten minutes before I board the plane to London, Stef texts me to ask if I had remembered my ticket.

Very quick phonecall to my landlady asking if she would go to my flat and mail the ticket to me. Which she did, cos she's lovely. Fortunately, Stef had a spare ticket if it all fell through. It did. The ticket arrived on Monday. Turns out Royal Mail don't do pick-ups at the crack of dawn any more. Their first pickup is about 12. And maybe one in the evening if they can be bothered. So despite my landlady running around for me and posting it that night, it did no bloody good. And I found out that even if you put it Special Delivery, there's a disclaimer that if it is posted in Scotland, it is not guaranteed by 12noon like it says... but 5.30pm. So even if it had got there on Saturday, we probably would have already left. Gayness.

Aside from the drama, I had a very pleasant weekend. I was staying with Stef who's house is lovely if the stairs are a bit steep and one of her flatmates is too quiet to be normal. Thursday night was quiet, I was shattered from 9 hours of travelling (despite flying), and much jointage forced me to eat two large bags of tortilla chips and no dinner. Friday we bummed about Guildford, which was exciting. Had a tropical tea frapuccino from Starbucks which was gorgeous. Much watching of television and The High Life ensued.

After a lot of underground train hopping, we got to Brixton. Found the end of the queue. It was right next to the door! But it went all the way round the building before it actually went into the door. Doh. But it moved fast. Befriended some punky people in the line, discovered most people discovered Rammstein from watching xXx - I thought everyone had got them off the Matrix like me... seemingly no. Anyway, we got in, and Apocalyptica were in full swing. Five guys, four cellos, one drumkit. Mad. It was like hair metal but much cooler... I've never seen bows move so fast! Two of the guys had mad metal hair, and were swinging it as such. Superb.

The floors at Brixton slope towards the stage... I thought this was very clever. I (being a mere 5'3" in height) find gigs really annoying because you always get some twat standing right in front of you, blocking the entire stage with his/her fat head as well as the million other people in front of you who are just that bit taller that I still can't see even if the twat has gone (like the last Rammstein gig I was at). With a slopey floor I could see (mostly) everything cos all the people in front of me were lower down. Wewt.

The stage was set up with a second stage on top housing the drummer and two platforms that could be raised and lowered to the lower stage. In the centre of this stage there was a set of sliding doors underneath the drummer through which Till would enter and exit. Behind the doors were some suspicious skin-coloured flaps... one can only assume labia. The whole thing had this great industrial factory thing going on. 1

Pyrotechnics = win. Included in their arson were flamethrowers strapped to their faces, flamethrowers in general, flames being shot from the front of the lower stage, flames being shot from the front and sides of the upper stage, guitarists with fireworks strapped to their limbs, a giant longbow set with fireworks that Till swooshed around the stage and firing one firework at the ceiling which ignited more fireworks on a zipline. Oh, and the drumkit exploded at one point. 2

Other shenanigans included Till dragging a huge cooking pot on stage wearing an industrial chef apron, covered in blood. Lifting the lid revealed Flake, also covered in blood. Strapped to the side was a little synth that Flake would poke his head out of the pot to play when Till wasn't looking. Till's mic was inset in a large butcher's knife, and he toasted Flake in the pot with another huge flamethrower before chasing him round the stage with the knife.

Oli the bassist surfed the crowd in a rubber dingy. Nuff said really. As they finished up 'Amerika', three air cannons kicked off, spewing mountains of red, white and blue ticker tape into the crowd. It was spectacular!

I was sad to leave. We must have gotten home at about three... the train home didn't go as far as Guildford, so we got out halfway back and into a bus that waited in two train stations for about half an hour each to pick up people from a train that had already been and gone.

Sunday saw a day of rest... we bummed about online and watched loads of Rammstein videos, Dodgeball and Kiki's Delivery Service. Pizza was consumed - a delicacy that we had been waiting all weekend for. And man was it nummy. Monday was the day of travel... much trains, much walking, not a lot of flying, and much buses before I got home at the back of nine. Much Rammstein was listened to. Yay.

I have a bit of a schoolgirl crush on Till Lindemann at the moment. It will fade in time, as my Rammstein-gasm wears off... but at the moment it's fun going all melty at that German on fire.

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1,2 - sections originated in Louisa's head, with added personal tweaking

cat is: happy

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Pineymark and Motor Gir
I'm not in a prose mood today. So says I before I've written the damn thing ;) I've had a busy yet really fun weekend, so I'm not really surprised. We entertained and shipped round Scotland two bands - Motormark and Piney Gir.

I came up to Aberdeen late on Thursday night, and picked up Piney Gir from the airport in the morning. With her were the rest of her band - Ash and Steve. Took them and their kit to Dr Drakes before getting to know them over coffee in a lovely wee (smoke-free!) coffee shop in town. Piney is very sweet, Steve is very laid back and cool, and Ash is just adorable. He took an instant liking to my Pilchard backpack, I thought he was gonna take it back to London with him! ;) The gig was superb that night, a 'band' called The Aberdeen 4-bit Crew were on first - twas one guy in a caveman costume with a gameboy. He played Tetris for half an hour. It was weird, not really my thing, but he went down very well. Piney was on next, was fabulous. I really enjoyed the set, Steve has a midi guitar and Piney has one of those keyboard guitar things that are small and cute. She came on for an encore of My Generation... singing through a megaphone into the mic... weirdness but very cool. Motomark were on last and as ace as ever. After everyone had finished, Alun and Jaymz DeeJay'd the night away into the early morning... stopping at 3 to clear out, yet the music continued as a drunken owner took control of the 80's CDs and kept going. Motormark were staying at ours, yet had to be physically dragged away from dancing to Pop Music and Echo Beach quite reluctantly so we could all get home for some well needed sleep!

Nathan was minced. I don't know how it happens, but with the combination of 10+ pints and having friends staying at the house he has a tendency to sleepwalk. Known occurrences have included running the bath with no water in, trying to fill the bath with a pint glass using water from the kitchen, accosting sleeping people with gibber about how "it's fucked man, I just can't fix it..." and dismantling a server perfectly and arranging it neatly on the other side of the room. Friday night was no different. Despite precations of putting the latch on the bedroom door and telling Mark and Jane to barricade their door, he managed to get out. He did return to bed however, just not his bed. Twice. Wriggled in next to Jane, and through a series of twisting and rolling around put his feet in Mark's face. I think only the fact that M+J were equally as pished saved what could have been a horrific incident into quite a bit of a giggle.

Saturday was kick started by the account of Nathan's midnight shenanigans and a drive to Drakes to pick up all the gear. I got some shiny new trousers at Retro Rebels (that's three pairs of Tripp trousers I have now... yay!) They're black with loads of zips and a couple of straps... and pink lightning! Yay for me.

We all piled into two cars to get to Edinburgh, found the venue. Looked quite decent, smelt of urine in the hallways though. Them boys and their inability to not pee on the floor or the walls. While everyone set up and soundchecked, Alun and I went for a wander round the streets for inspiration about dinner. There used to be a sushi restaurant on Rose Street, but it's been turned into a Filling Station apparently. We ended up settling for an Italian... just two doors down from the venue ;) Was very nummy - garlic pizza bread, cheesy deep fried mushrooms, spicy tomato penne with sausage and gnocchi in tomato cream sauce and mozzy cheese. Yum.

The gig was uninspiring, the first band (Bozilla) were okay, the second band (Tiny Robots) sucked, Motormark were good but not as electric as in Aberdeen and Piney's set was sad. The first two bands had overrun by miles, and by the time Piney got on, loads of people had left to get last buses/trains home, and the sound 'engineer' couldn't give a shit about the sound problems they were having with the set up. I enjoyed myself somewhat, but with a little twinge of pain for them because there was so few people there and the sound was rubbish. The people who were there seemed to be won over by the band which was a consolation. Had a few people asking about Piney gear when I was watching the Motormark merchandise stall... which was nice. Everyone packed up, found who Piney were staying with and said our goodbyes. I'd like to think I made friends of the three of them, because they were all so nice! Gave them a text the next day to check they got back to London okay... Steve texted back saying they were in a greasy spoon having all the grease and spoons they could eat... hee! :D

Belted up the road to St Andrews and into a cold bed which almost didn't matter cos the pair of us were asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows. I'm back in Aberdeen now until Wednesday - Tuesday is the last night ever at Drakes. Drakes is closing down... silly lease issues is forcing them out of business. It's a real shame, Drakes has been running for over 6 years (I believe) and almost 3 in this particular venue. It's small, compact, bijou, the carpets are sticky and it smells funny, but it will be sorely missed.

cat is: energetic
cat hears: Piney Gir - Greetings, Salutations, Goodbye

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Lyrical Hilarity
Stole Borrowed the idea from [info]cake_or_death. Find lyrics, translate them into Russian, translate them back again into English. Laugh at the hilarity that ensues. See if you can guess what these used to be...

(try and do it without looking at other people's answers) ;)

*click* )

cat is: amused
cat hears: Goldfrapp - Train

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Ah... Christmas. My head hurts.

I'm older. I got old yesterday. Had a nice dinner... going back next Friday for another nice dinner. It's a good restaurant. Italian... with authentic Italian waiters. Who are mad. You may remember them from last year. This year they were togged up in kilts and top hats. And one of them fed me my dessert. Mmm... banana split.

My mum has a new job. Started about a month ago. It's in Glasgow, so she's moved during the week to a little house nearby. We're going up on Monday... dad will build all the flat packed stuff, and mum and me are going shopping. Sounds like a good deal. I hear dinner is in the bargain that night too. Tis my mum's birthday, so I'm not surprised. She's too young to have a 22 year old daughter.

I'm gonna get fat with all this eating. I did last year ;)

Bored now. Head still hurts. Gonna have some pepsi and wish you all a merry christmas. Most of you won't hear from me until next year, so happy new year to you all. *kiss*
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Gmail anyone?
I have 6 free invites to gmail if anyone wants one?

First come first served :D

EDIT: After giving out 5 of the 6, I have 11 left. Don't quite know how that works, but still the offer is available.
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Some people are just plain stupid
Went into town with the purpose of buying storage boxes. Poundstretchers was the target. All the boxes were outside and covered in rainwater, however they came in piles of eight wrapped up in bags. Picked up two piles of boxes. Sixteen boxes. And they were £4 a box. Remember this... it's key to the story.

Went into the shop, specifically picked the cashier that looked the most intelligent (the other had a definite "duh" look about him). The girl scanned the barcode, then scanned it again, because there was two piles.

"That'll be £8 please."
"Uh... no. They are £4 a box"
*looks confused* "Yeah..."
"There's 8 boxes in each pile. And each box is £4. It shouldn't be £8."
"What should it be? £16?"
"No..."
"£14??"
"No. £64."
*her face falls* "What? That much?! I'll get someone..." *rings bell*
Supervisor comes over with a look of 'what has she done now...'

Managed to get it sorted out. I now have 16 boxes. As much as it would have been cool to get so much for so little, I think it would have been theft. And the girl would have gotten fired.
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I saw this and thought of you...

cat is: uncomfortable

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Pet Diaries...
From a Dog's Daily Diary:

8:00 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
9:30 am Oh Boy! A Car Ride! My Favourite!
9:40 am Oh Boy! A Walk! My Favourite!
10:30 am Oh Boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My Favourite!
11:30 am Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
Noon Oh Boy! The Kids! My Favourite!
1:00 pm Oh Boy! The Yard! My Favourite!
4:00 pm Oh Boy! To the Park! My Favourite!
5:00 pm Oh Boy! Dog Food! My Favourite!
5:30 pm Oh Boy! Pretty Mums! My Favourite!
6:00 pm Oh Boy! Playing Ball! My Favourite!
6:30 pm Oh Boy! Watching TV with my Master! My Favourite!
8:30 pm Oh Boy! Sleeping in Master's Bed! My Favourite!


From a Cat's Daily Diary:

Day 183 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild scolding I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture.

Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair; must try this on their bed. Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was.

Hmmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell of food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies". I must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The Dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Dueto his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...

cat is: sore

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Oh, for fuck's sake...
I was reading this article about army ration packs getting nicer menus, just out of general curiosity. Rat packs are only used in certain situations, and if set up in one place for a while they ship in field kitchens to provide fresh food for troops.

I read to the bottom, them talking about keeping morale up and giving troops full Christmas dinner with all the trimmings - including crackers. Quote - "although, as crackers are classed as explosives, there's a lot of paperwork that needs to travel with them".

That just seems to me really realy anal. How dangerous is a cracker?? It's made of paper, and goes bang. Real nasty stuff there.
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How many hours does it take to go to Japan by car?
This is great -

http://www.zen-style.com/#introduction

cat is: amused

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Bugglies
I just saw one of these in my garden -



It's known as a sawfly, a horntail or a giant wood wasp. Was about that size, too. 3 inches, maybe. A big bugger.

Seemingly they're harmless, and although they're called wasps, the "sting" is an ovipositor... the tube which it uses to place it's eggs. Freaky, no?

cat is: weird

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I don't usually post these, but this one was just funny. I am useless!

Go on, nothing to see here... )

cat is: amused

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o.O
I don't even know what to say to this...

Phone rings, I answer... someone for my mum, as usual. I say she's not in, and can I take a message. As usual.

"Uh... hi... um... I was to give details for a hen party, I'm uh, a stripper..."

Okay...

£120 gets you two 30 minute "turns", to the full monty. The first one - he'll be naked by 15 minutes, and "touching" is allowed. The second one is "more raunchier... and there'll be, uh... um... I'm not embarrasing you, am I?" No... "Uh... okay. What would you like me to use? Penis? Willy?" Either, I'm not fussed. "Uh... my penis will have an erection, and touching is allowed. All other details, I'd prefer to talk to the one who's making the booking..."

Okay, well, give me your number, and I'll see what I can do about getting her to contact you.

0131 558 4681 - Ask for Mark.

It seemed like a hoax to me. For a start, his voice was broken and very breathe-y. You expect someone who gets his cock out for a living to have a bit more confidence. If I was hiring him, I would reconsider... Aside from that, my mum hadn't mentioned anything about a hen night, and confirmed that when I phoned her to tell her.

I just had visions of this guy with a phonebook in his lap and cock in his hand, calling up random people to talk about stripping.

cat is: confused
cat hears: Plus-Tech Squeeze Box - early RISER

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Seethe...
I hate packing. Been in Aberdeen the last three weeks, and the boys left this morning on their fortnight of much music and socialising. I have until 9am tomorrow morning to have the house clean, tidy and emptied of anything perishable, and all my shit packed up. I have a train ticket that is only valid on GNER trains, and one leaves at 9.55. The other isn't until much later, and gets me into Edinburgh an hour after I'm due to meet my mum to take me home. Anyone in Edinburgh free tomorrow from about half 12 to 4? I get in at Waverley. I like coffee and conversation and have nothing to do until 4 when I get on a bus to meet my mum.

In other news, I was out all day today. I was putting up posters for next month's Elizium. Spent a fair amount of time in Retro Rebels as usual, had a coffee and a natter, then put the rest of the posters up around town in various places, stopping at Asylum to talk to the really cool guy who works there and tempts me with really cool things I can't afford. Like Roman Dirge coasters and some really nice t-shirts.

I bought a bag of Revels because they said they had a new mystery filling... turns out (by reading on the back) that they've replaced the peanuts with raisins. I've not found any yet. And I've only had one coffee one (my fave) and countless Maltesers ones (my unfave).

Stopped back in to Retro Rebels on the way back up, got Darryl to stick a new earring in my ear - where I got the two pierced a few months ago, I now have a ring going though both of them. I think it's called an orbital or something. I like it though.

I feel by now I may have procrastinated enough. Must get back to packing. The faster I do it, the more Six Feet Under I can watch before bedtime. :D
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Sweet dreams are made of this...
I had three dreams last night.. and remembered all of them. Gotta be some kind of record. I'll elaborate.

1. I was staying at [info]blue_eyed_son's house, in his room, and unexpectedly came back, so moved me into a room next door with [info]cake_or_death. When I was packing up to leave, I found my vibrator in a cupboard with the rest of my stuff. I had stuffed it in a drawer in Mark's room, so he must have found it and moved it. Embarassing!

2. I was snowboarding with [info]fredryk and a bunch of other people when he told me about a friend of his who was hiding up a tree. I scooted over and climbed the tree to find a very unhappy, very furry person. His fur was blue, but it was glowing faintly. He was holding in his hand a little fuzzy purple creature. I talked to him for a while, and tried to cheer him up. The happier he got, the brighter his fur glowed.

3. I was a character in a computer RPG, and had just reached the end. I was in the gift shop, and decided to get myself some sweets from the wall of (hallowe'en-themed?) pick-and-mix. I only really wanted the strawberries-and cream chocolate skulls, so filled a bag. I took them to the desk, where the guy refused to sell them to me. I couldn't just go in and buy a load of a single item, I had to have at least a few different ones. All the staff were Mexicans, and one particular one took a fancy to me (cos I had just saved them from sudden doom, or something), and started stuffing sweets into my bag so I could make up the quota. Then I restarted the game.

Wandered round for a bit, killing a few monsters, decided to restart from my last save point. I was in the middle of a battle in an enormous castle. To my right was a really tall and large platform, which I thought would be a good place to think out my strategy. Fighting through some skeletons, I get on top of this platform and look down around me. All of a sudden, the skeletons turn to dust and the knights just collapse where they were standing. Behind me I hear a huge roar, and I turn to face a gigantic red dragon, hissing and spitting fire. *quake*

The fight starts. I'm hurling things at it in a Gauntlet range-attack kind of way and it throws a spear at me. It catches my hand, so I pick it up with the other and throw it back. Bad move. It picks up a bunch of weaponry, and continues to throw them all at me, including the spear again. Most of them miss. I take this opportunity to not throw any of them back cos it'll just hurt me more. I feel somewhat safe on this platform due to it being taller than the dragon, until it starts climbing. I about face and leg it, hoping that it being caught halfway up onto the platform will slow him down a tad. I close the door behind me, and run down the corridor and down several flights of stairs, taking refuge in the under-stairs cupboard. Silly move perhaps, and I realise this fairly quickly, leaving the castle completely and getting into my car.

The roadway down from the castle is like a snowboarding half-pipe, and is covered in snow. I think that the dragon'll never spot me zooming away like that so I put a red light on the top of my car. Thinking it might not be able to see red, I add a green and a blue one. Just to make sure. Then I wonder what the hell I'm doing running away, so I turn the car and head back up to the castle.

cat hears: Fairlight Children - 808 Bit

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I think...
... that crisp (chips, for my North American readers) sandwiches are incredibly under-rated. What could be better than the softness of bread followed by the crunchiness and flavour of the crisps in between?

My favourite flavour is either chicken or salt and vinegar, but have prawn cocktail at the moment, and it's pretty darn good. What flavour do you have on your sandwiches?

Mmm... poll... )

cat is: curious

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I discovered last night that it is cheaper for someone to fly from here to America the normal way, than it is for them to be packaged up and shipped by DHL. A whole £200 cheaper.

Flying is probably the faster option, but at least with DHL I could track their progress ;)

cat is: amused
cat hears: Haiducii - Dragostea Din Tei

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Curiosity killed the cat...
Ask me two questions. The first one HAS to be "What do you think of me?" but the second one can be anything you want. And as with any memes of this form, do the same thing in your own journal after you post the questions. Or not, whatever.

cat is: curious
cat hears: Flicking between Mario Winans and O-Zone in my head...

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Weird doggy... o.o
A girl in my dream had a dog. It resembled a staffordshire bull terrier, except it was longer and much wider. It's fur was kind of curly - similar to that of a poodle's. And it was leopard-print coloured. As I was talking to the girl, and telling her how cute I thought the dog was, it changed colour. I looked down, it was cream. I watched as an orangey colour spread over it's body.

I sat down to take a closer look at it - it had eight legs, and two smaller ones at the front that didn't touch the ground. The girl remarked that the dog was too fat because of the two paws at the front. They served for scooping up food into it's mouth.

It was like a colour-changing beetle-dog.
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