This:
Xtra @ C4, drank too much wine, vodka and bad stuff, post-club meet up with G.H 3, brought a t-shirt online whilst drunk, blur (not the band). I'm such a guilty drunk. I'm not a huge fan of booze and I don't pace myself. I don't even need to drink so I don't know why I do it. I just hate being left out. If you can't beat 'em...
That:
Woke up insanely early on Saturday, saw the folks and baby sat my niece and nephew partly because I haven't seen them for a while and because I wanted to help out my Sister and Brother-In-Law and be more of an Uncle. We ate sweets, played some games and did some party dances. Kylie was visiting her folks in leicester and, when she came home, she brought a copy of Guitar Hero 2 with her. Magic. We played that through, eager to unlock the songs and get to the Rush and Dio tracks. I'm not fantastically skilled at Hero but I do find them fun and relaxing. I hardly venture above medium because the intensity of the harder levels causes me to just stand and stare at the screen, locked in a trance. I like to get into it and move around. I also like to jump off the coffee table, power slide and do that thing that Fall Out Boy sometimes do (That motion where they swing the guitar around their back)
The Other:
Another early morning. I headed to Lichfield to meet Director Shaun and see the location for the film we're shooting in 5 weeks time. It looks great and we sorted through a number of things whilst having a coffee. Shaun is a quick worker and totally into the process. It's nice to work with someone that dedicated to the craft. The rest of the day was a lazy blur that wouldn't be worth recording. Not because it was bad, far from it, it's just that I'm really tired today and writing about lazying around with Kylie makes me a) yearn and b) even more tired.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
PARKING SPACE BLUES
Some person keeps parking in our alloted car park space at home. This isn't that big a deal as K.P and I don't drive or own a car BUT it's proving to be rather annoying when we have guests over for shennanigans. The same person keeps parking in our space and he/she must think that he/she is onto a winner. After a few days of this, we decided a note maybe in order. People seem to do that in our block and it seems to work. Maybe a gentle nudge will cause the guilty party park elsewhere.
I have never done anything like this before but, apart from literally waiting at the spot for him/her to get to their car, the least we can do is leave a nice, but stern, memo. This consumed me with more worry than usual.
We drafted a bunch of letters like we were working on 'Good Will Hunting 2' or a bill of rights. Kylie wrote the thing because her writing is nicer and less offensive than mine. We weren't trying to be too harsh like some folk. We wanted to be nice but not too nice. I even got Kylie to add a smiley to make things more cheerful. Maybe we should have drawn a cartoon penis to try and lighten things up. I have the feeling that him/her will be dismissive and we'll lose a really petty battle of non-wits. I keep worrying that the person might be a lunatic and that we might find the note nailed to our apartment door, smeared in blood. Of course, there is every chance that him/her might be nice and decent about it all. I always see the worst in people I don't know.
If it fails, I'm going to feel bullied in the most ridiculous way and my guests are going to have to park elsewhere (the parking at our block is pretty crappy), possibly annoying someone else and setting off a chain of parking inconvenience. I'm happy to share the spot because we don't have a car. We just need the thing at weekends. This is like Kramer Vs Kramer but we're arguing over a parking space, not a kid.
What would you do? What CAN be done? Oh, the humanity!
I have never done anything like this before but, apart from literally waiting at the spot for him/her to get to their car, the least we can do is leave a nice, but stern, memo. This consumed me with more worry than usual.
We drafted a bunch of letters like we were working on 'Good Will Hunting 2' or a bill of rights. Kylie wrote the thing because her writing is nicer and less offensive than mine. We weren't trying to be too harsh like some folk. We wanted to be nice but not too nice. I even got Kylie to add a smiley to make things more cheerful. Maybe we should have drawn a cartoon penis to try and lighten things up. I have the feeling that him/her will be dismissive and we'll lose a really petty battle of non-wits. I keep worrying that the person might be a lunatic and that we might find the note nailed to our apartment door, smeared in blood. Of course, there is every chance that him/her might be nice and decent about it all. I always see the worst in people I don't know.
If it fails, I'm going to feel bullied in the most ridiculous way and my guests are going to have to park elsewhere (the parking at our block is pretty crappy), possibly annoying someone else and setting off a chain of parking inconvenience. I'm happy to share the spot because we don't have a car. We just need the thing at weekends. This is like Kramer Vs Kramer but we're arguing over a parking space, not a kid.
What would you do? What CAN be done? Oh, the humanity!
Thursday, March 06, 2008
NO CLEAN UNDERPANTS
I'm having one of those 'There aren't any clean underpants left so I'm wearing a pair of my girlfriends' days.
I'm having an odd week; a mixture of ups, exciting yay moments and some downers. I don't sleep very well most days but, after reading about a faraway friend of mine, I slept far less. Thankfully, they're Galvatron tough. I latch onto people and some of them I haven't met..yet. That's the staggering power of social networking and star characters.
Kylie found out last night that you could get free entry to a new sea life centre if you had a 'fishy' name. Well, I'm Bate...Bait...so, I figured we'd be set. It didn't work (The place was too faraway) but I've never seen K.P so excited. She had this really cute 'HUZZAH!' moment and skipped to the computer, armed with my stupid last name to help with freebies. Like I say, it didn't work but her glee really made me laugh and all 'bloody hell, I'm a lucky bugger!'. You really had to be there.
Thanks, Dan for the CD. It's very, very good. It will soundtrack future gatherings at the apartment.
I'm having an odd week; a mixture of ups, exciting yay moments and some downers. I don't sleep very well most days but, after reading about a faraway friend of mine, I slept far less. Thankfully, they're Galvatron tough. I latch onto people and some of them I haven't met..yet. That's the staggering power of social networking and star characters.
Kylie found out last night that you could get free entry to a new sea life centre if you had a 'fishy' name. Well, I'm Bate...Bait...so, I figured we'd be set. It didn't work (The place was too faraway) but I've never seen K.P so excited. She had this really cute 'HUZZAH!' moment and skipped to the computer, armed with my stupid last name to help with freebies. Like I say, it didn't work but her glee really made me laugh and all 'bloody hell, I'm a lucky bugger!'. You really had to be there.
Thanks, Dan for the CD. It's very, very good. It will soundtrack future gatherings at the apartment.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Hooray Post
I would blog about how the film is going but I can't. I really want to because a) I'm flipping excited, b) It means a lot to me and c) I need to meet with the director and chat before I blurt it out to anyone and everyone. These are some lovely wheels that are in motion. Plus, the weather is pleasant so it's looking good.
Yay!
Yay!
Monday, March 03, 2008
A London Thing...
This weekend, myself, K.P and the family ventured into the big city to celebrate Kylie's Dad's retirement. It was a tiring (in a good way), jam packed couple of days which saw us visit most of the tourist hot spots, drink in some trendy bars, meet up with a fine friend of ours (Mr Dan Hollingsworth) and club it up in Camden at the very cool Worlds End bar and it's downstairs indie rock dive called, suitably, 'Underworld'.
So tired am I that I'm going to have use bullet points. There are they...
SATURDAY
- We got into Kings Cross at 9:15am. 9:15!! Nice and early. We had lots to see and we walked around everywhere, avoiding the tube for the most part and making good use of our legs. My legs are super powerful because of the mileage they strided. Seriously, my thighs could crush crystal.
- Kylie realised that she'd left her glasses in Leciester so there needed to be a trip to Vision Express. While she and her Dad sorted that out, Adam and I went to the big Virgin Megastore which is now called Zavvi (It sounds like a posh smoothie) where he picked up some albums and I brought a Jaws t-shirt. I had to get a small which was enough. I wanted to say to the clerk "We're gonna need a bigger size!", Brodie-style but I thought it best to just pay without any pop-culture quippage. On the way out, a Buddist monk stopped us and chatted to us about stuff
- Kylie picked up some new glasses that looked ace. I've always a thing for girls in glasses, more so if they're those slightly thick rimmed kind. Needless to say, she looks hot in them. I don't share my appreciation for Kylie with the world (i.e the four people that read my piffle) that often but she is a pretty, pretty thing and my average features just sort of lull around next to her.
- We had a couple of drinks in The Woodstock, The Ben Crouch Inn and an Irish Bar. Between bar trips we crossed the Millenium Bridge, went on a boat across the thames and went to the Tate Modern which was mostly cobblers to be honest. I'm glad I went just to say I've been and seen it but modern art isn't really for me. It's full of chin-stroking people that see way too much in too little. I got told off for using my camera. I think it's because they don't want anything given away or the bubble burst for people who think that the Tate Modern has art worth seeing.
If you want to see paint splattered on paper, give a paint brush to your kids, nieces/nephews etc and they can recreate the Tate and less pretentious, joyous affair. The Shakesphere place is next door..
- Later on, after more sight-seeing, we headed to Camden for more beery frolics. We went to Worlds End which is a huge, rad place. We were going to head ro The Barfly but we went to Underworld next door/underneath Worlds End. It was a decent place but it was oddly pricey and the dance floor REEKED of body odour. It was so bad that I couldn't dance there. It was just too much sweat. Adam, a man of stronger stuff, braved it and joined the fray. We hung near the side, bobbing, singing and occasionally high-fiving a chap that was keen for high-fives off everyone. He looked like my old friend Dominic T. I saw a lot of clones in London. I saw about seven versions of Kylie's Dad, two versions of my frind Lindsay and a guy who looked like Simon Pegg.
- We grabbed a cab and headed back to Kings Cross where Adam engaged in hearty, laddy banter with the driver about football. We tucked into a Subway opposite our hotel which was much needed. I'm borderline addicted to their Veggie Delight.
SUNDAY
- We got up, packed and I got mildly enraged by the 'Prince Harry Goes To War' coverage. Fucking guy made war sound like a fun holiday and the footage of him 'serving' was so staged that it may have been filmed at Ealing Studios. He's checking houses and barns with a quick glance meaning that someone had already secured the area and all he had to do was just walk with a gun, carefully avoiding the camera lead and boom mike. I don't want to go to hostile places because I'm a massive coward but if I HAD to, I wouldn't be on T.V talking about how great it all is. If he'd have gone on T.V and said: "It's a nightmare. It's a pointless, questionable mission and everyone should just go home like me" Nah, it's like Butlins to that motherfucker.
Still, it feeds the fancy of flag-waving royalists who call him a hero.
- We went to the big Museum and saw some cool, old stuff. The Rosetta Stone which I only really know from Double Dragon 3. I enjoyed walking around there. It was far better than the Tate.
- Kylie and I went off to meet Dan and we went to Hamleys (A big toyshop), ate at Pizza Hut, went to Forbidden Planet and shopped at Fopp. Dan is a good chap and a self-confessed geek (Which is by no means a bad thing). It's cool to hang out with someone who actually WANTS to shop for comics and isn't reluctantly dragged into such places by yours truly. Dan is 'good people' as some folks sometimes say. I saw a 'Complete Deaths Head' book which I wanted to buy BUT, had I started buying stuff at Forbidden, it would have been too hard to stop. I didn't want to overload my bag which already had a shit load of stuff crammed into it. I made a note to get it online. I love having things delivered.
- We walked around some more and caught the trains home at 7. It was a long trip, delayed by the usual rail errors but mostly easy going. We pretty much crashed when we got home. I was tired but also energised by the weekend. I wish my life could be that jam packed all the time, It's broken up by work, commitments and early nights. If I had my way, I wouldn't stop at all. That's another post for another time.
- Thanks to everyone for the fun times and to Kylie's Dad for arranging the adventure and paying for pretty much everything. It was a great weekend for sure.
- The bullet points were supposed to make this brief. They failed.
So tired am I that I'm going to have use bullet points. There are they...
SATURDAY
- We got into Kings Cross at 9:15am. 9:15!! Nice and early. We had lots to see and we walked around everywhere, avoiding the tube for the most part and making good use of our legs. My legs are super powerful because of the mileage they strided. Seriously, my thighs could crush crystal.
- Kylie realised that she'd left her glasses in Leciester so there needed to be a trip to Vision Express. While she and her Dad sorted that out, Adam and I went to the big Virgin Megastore which is now called Zavvi (It sounds like a posh smoothie) where he picked up some albums and I brought a Jaws t-shirt. I had to get a small which was enough. I wanted to say to the clerk "We're gonna need a bigger size!", Brodie-style but I thought it best to just pay without any pop-culture quippage. On the way out, a Buddist monk stopped us and chatted to us about stuff
- Kylie picked up some new glasses that looked ace. I've always a thing for girls in glasses, more so if they're those slightly thick rimmed kind. Needless to say, she looks hot in them. I don't share my appreciation for Kylie with the world (i.e the four people that read my piffle) that often but she is a pretty, pretty thing and my average features just sort of lull around next to her.
- We had a couple of drinks in The Woodstock, The Ben Crouch Inn and an Irish Bar. Between bar trips we crossed the Millenium Bridge, went on a boat across the thames and went to the Tate Modern which was mostly cobblers to be honest. I'm glad I went just to say I've been and seen it but modern art isn't really for me. It's full of chin-stroking people that see way too much in too little. I got told off for using my camera. I think it's because they don't want anything given away or the bubble burst for people who think that the Tate Modern has art worth seeing.
If you want to see paint splattered on paper, give a paint brush to your kids, nieces/nephews etc and they can recreate the Tate and less pretentious, joyous affair. The Shakesphere place is next door..
- Later on, after more sight-seeing, we headed to Camden for more beery frolics. We went to Worlds End which is a huge, rad place. We were going to head ro The Barfly but we went to Underworld next door/underneath Worlds End. It was a decent place but it was oddly pricey and the dance floor REEKED of body odour. It was so bad that I couldn't dance there. It was just too much sweat. Adam, a man of stronger stuff, braved it and joined the fray. We hung near the side, bobbing, singing and occasionally high-fiving a chap that was keen for high-fives off everyone. He looked like my old friend Dominic T. I saw a lot of clones in London. I saw about seven versions of Kylie's Dad, two versions of my frind Lindsay and a guy who looked like Simon Pegg.
- We grabbed a cab and headed back to Kings Cross where Adam engaged in hearty, laddy banter with the driver about football. We tucked into a Subway opposite our hotel which was much needed. I'm borderline addicted to their Veggie Delight.
SUNDAY
- We got up, packed and I got mildly enraged by the 'Prince Harry Goes To War' coverage. Fucking guy made war sound like a fun holiday and the footage of him 'serving' was so staged that it may have been filmed at Ealing Studios. He's checking houses and barns with a quick glance meaning that someone had already secured the area and all he had to do was just walk with a gun, carefully avoiding the camera lead and boom mike. I don't want to go to hostile places because I'm a massive coward but if I HAD to, I wouldn't be on T.V talking about how great it all is. If he'd have gone on T.V and said: "It's a nightmare. It's a pointless, questionable mission and everyone should just go home like me" Nah, it's like Butlins to that motherfucker.
Still, it feeds the fancy of flag-waving royalists who call him a hero.
- We went to the big Museum and saw some cool, old stuff. The Rosetta Stone which I only really know from Double Dragon 3. I enjoyed walking around there. It was far better than the Tate.
- Kylie and I went off to meet Dan and we went to Hamleys (A big toyshop), ate at Pizza Hut, went to Forbidden Planet and shopped at Fopp. Dan is a good chap and a self-confessed geek (Which is by no means a bad thing). It's cool to hang out with someone who actually WANTS to shop for comics and isn't reluctantly dragged into such places by yours truly. Dan is 'good people' as some folks sometimes say. I saw a 'Complete Deaths Head' book which I wanted to buy BUT, had I started buying stuff at Forbidden, it would have been too hard to stop. I didn't want to overload my bag which already had a shit load of stuff crammed into it. I made a note to get it online. I love having things delivered.
- We walked around some more and caught the trains home at 7. It was a long trip, delayed by the usual rail errors but mostly easy going. We pretty much crashed when we got home. I was tired but also energised by the weekend. I wish my life could be that jam packed all the time, It's broken up by work, commitments and early nights. If I had my way, I wouldn't stop at all. That's another post for another time.
- Thanks to everyone for the fun times and to Kylie's Dad for arranging the adventure and paying for pretty much everything. It was a great weekend for sure.
- The bullet points were supposed to make this brief. They failed.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
I could never delete this place.
I'm sorry that I've lost touch with some of you but if you read this and you've taken the plunge and joined Facebook, seek me out and I shall be there with open, electronic arms.
I've lot my bookmark section too so, if facebook isn't your thing, please drop me an email with your blog address so I can try and catch up. I'll bookmark you on my computer.
Best,
Chris
I'm sorry that I've lost touch with some of you but if you read this and you've taken the plunge and joined Facebook, seek me out and I shall be there with open, electronic arms.
I've lot my bookmark section too so, if facebook isn't your thing, please drop me an email with your blog address so I can try and catch up. I'll bookmark you on my computer.
Best,
Chris
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
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