editor's note: i added pics of Minty and Pepper below, both photographed by Talia and stoled offa her site. if i had a kid, i'd wannit to be Talia, actually. just sayin'.
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after waiting way over a year or so, on saturday afternoon the Lazybones Family trooped in and i
finally got to meet Talia, seen above in her Alabama 3 persona — Li'l Lazy Love — when at Larry Love's request, she introduced the band at last Summer's Trowbridge Festie. but i ended up working my ass off whilst they all slept (blissfully unaware of my woes) in both the bedroom and LR — sump'n i might describe in a future post called 'don't ask cause you don't wanna know'. then last night, after they all took off (i was sad), i finally managed to snag like 12+ hours sleep and woke up about 17,00 today —pure bliss. :-)
anyway, The Main Event began with the traditional Exchange of Gifts. i totally ignored Mr and Mrs Lazy — i think they're lucky they were even invited
but Li'l Lazy had to get here somehow. i gave Talia some
evil skull-y stuff and a necklace i used to wear with a small silver-framed garnet and she gave me a
Scooby bracelet she made especially for me. *preens*
*preens even more* i'm SO way flattered, it's incredible cause she kept this a secret from Darren and Tina, wanting it to be a total surprise to them as well as me. in truth, i had no idea this is some kinda young Brit craze until i
Googled. when i saw how vasty a thing it is, you can bet i'll be showing
everyone i know and knowing me, more than once cause i'll definitely forget to whom i showed it off already.
*whispers* thing of it is, after being told its name, i couldn't help it: The Fun Lovin' Criminals' Scooby Snacks was playing in my mind's ears the entire time they were here (and i knew it was inappropriate for me to mention so it played on and On and ON though i was dying to pass it along, at least by actually blasting it). whenever i hear it i can't help but think of the night Delia and Mary flew in from Dublin and somehow spirited me away to the FLCs' show and then backstage and i wanted to tell
Talia Tina and Darren just to pass on that damn earwig but knew i shouldn't for reasons of morality or whatever... i dunno, sump'n about minors and stuff.
nb: the search function on this piecacrap blogger's still not working or i'd link to the post with
sordid details and all. LOL, that was the night i ended up with one of the FLCs giving me that looooong white feather boa, used onstage not an hour before we met em. :-)
moving right along and away from a tiny detail i just noticed after i made damn sure on friday to remove any flat-ly evidence of same, i wore Talia's most excellent Scooby until i had my bath today and now i can't get it back on :-(
so that means she has to come over pronto and alone. :-)
OK, after the requisite (and way boring) hanging out ('way boring' cause i was feigning interest to all but Talia), we took off in search of fudz so we could indulge in Saturday Night Noms. as we walked along the streets of Clifton, we went past The Bristol Museum where the
Banksy Show's at. i spotted a new Banksy on the facade, one i'd swear wasn't there the day before.
yup, it's Ronald McDonald (i might puke, actually). then we found a dynamite Italian restaurant on Park Row whose name escapes me at the moment, but it's like within a ten minutes' walk from mine. i had a delicious steak and they had... i dunno, don't remember. i only recall what Tina had: the biggest calzone i'd seen in my life and i only remember cause i asked the waiter to wrap up her huge amount of leavings and had it for dinner late last night. yum and thank you, Mrs Lazy. :-)
we drank, we ate, we paid and with Talia and Fam safely outside, i stopped at the table of two straight Uni students cause the chick had been turning round to stare at me all through our dinner and hipped her BF to do the same. i told em sump'n that hadn't passed my lips in decades: '
take a picture, it lasts longer'. bullshit lying on their end ensued; the dude tried to tell me he didn't know what i was on about whilst his overweight date threw me daggers.
it was at that point i went 'i beg to differ especially if you look at her *points to fat chick* cause the imprint of the back of the chair is still in the flab of her upper left shoulder'. this ended with Uni-dude getting all shouty cursing me out and drawing the attention of the rest of the restaurant's clientele. knowing the Lazys were outside waiting, i flipped em the bird (American style) which served its purpose: Uni-dude and overweight date were outraged and got louder and louder. i really wanted to take a phone-pic of the impression of the chair cut deep in her shoulder but knew she wouldn't permit it. as well, i wanted to wait around to see if they got thrown out (as i hoped — not for staring, but for lying) but i couldn't so i quickly met up with the Lazys whom, to their credit, looked neither impatient nor pissed, as i would've been.
then we came back here, little Talia crashed and then the adults took over, enhanced by the usual whatevers about which i won't get specific *cough* big hint, Darren
don't make me waste all the you-know-whats i didn't use here. anyway, as they say, 'a good time was had by all' but in truth, dunno about them; i had a betterer time apart from wishing Talia were still with us. right, almost forgot: Darren pointed me to
sump'n on Twitter i'd missed (cause he accidentally on purpose forgot to @me). if y'all are too lazy to click, he twat
'Just off to Sainsbury's to get SG's kitty litter. Why she can't use the toilet like a normal person, I dunno'.hmmpf, Darren... i mean,
really — first off,
here's proof positive i'm
'barely housebroken' — (so y'all should've kept that in mind before humiliating me). and knowing you were driving up, i didn't think i was outta place asking you to help me out and
this is why; that post chronicles the long uphill climb i must make with 10 kilo bags of kitty litter bought not at the nearby Sains on Queens Road (oh no, that'd be too easy) but after a 15-20 minutes' walk to the bigger Sains on Whiteladies, then a 15-20 minutes' walk back and then all the way uphill dragging the damn bags along.
but to their credit (and my huge relief), they brought me not one but
three bags of my preferred (cheapest as well as bestest) kitty litter. anyway, Darren, you might remember (check prior link if you don't), this's my POV when i'm only halfway up Lower Clifton Hill.
oh wow — almost forgot: i gave one of my too-many cellphones to Talia (after a discussion with Darren on friday) and knowing she loves taking photos of all kindsa things apart from her rats Minty and — OH NOES! i forget teh othe rat's naim (i torry, liddle dude) :-(
CORRECTION at 20,03 on 28. july.
Talia's rats are called Minty and Pepper. and here they are, first Minty, then Pepper:
so sorry i forgot your name, liddle Pepper dude. anyway, i helped her begin her own blog (she's almost 10 so i made it un-searchable). when i finally dragged my self outta bed late this afternoon, i was delighted to read
Darren's '@slum_goddess
The minute Talia got home she was on the phone to her friend to tell her about the blog site you set up for her'. :-)
in other news, a big thank-you to everyone who txtd and mailed last night to say Hunter S Thompson was on BBC-2, especially Angie in London, Abeizer in Manc and Dragnim —
'6 miles East of HappyLand'. which reminds me, i don't wanna moan more than i do but dig:
fun-fact: getting txts or mails that read e.g.,
'22,00 BBC-2' do nothing for me; it's kinda like people's sigs that say
'Read my blog!' — AFAIC, a simple URL does the job nicely and anyway, i avoid bending to commands as much as i legally can. back to txts and mails with times and dates sans description, they're immediately trashed cause why bother checking out sump'n without knowing what it's about? i mean, how do they know that what i'm doing isn't more intristin' (or important) than what they're telling me to see?
regarding the txts, i'd turned my phone to Silent as i do every night (or i totally turn it off, depends upon what's happening) and didn't read em till i got up this afternoon and my mail client was shut down cause i was working and i didn't bother to fire it up till today. thing of it is, if i hadn't snagged
Gonzo at Fopp a few weeks back (for a small fraction of UK Amazon's price), i would be verily pissed i missed it. but i had and so i wasn't. :-)
right, before i forget, on friday night, Mr and Mrs Ifor The Engine went down to Brighton to catch Urban Voodoo Machine. here's the beautiful Sarah in the early hours of 4. july, my own personal Independence Day (found in my phone):
pic details say it was taken at 04,10 and all i can say is i wish i could appear like that at any 4AM after a long hard night busy drinking and stuff. and i actually don't remember WTF i was doing or where the hell i took the pic. i do know i went to London that day cause my iPod says so (it also says i ate at that lovely Eritrean place with Chris and some of his colleagues and that i remember). and i know we had Noms next day at Mango Landing with Chris, Sarah, Rich and Pam. how do i know? cause my iPod tells me so.
hmmpf... there was an Outlaw at Jamm that night, one i think i missed... next day i was on my way back to Bristol to meet up with D Wayne Love in his regular state of being as Jake, someone who knows to leave his stage persona where it belongs: onstage. i do remember i was verily pleased he invited me. :-) and i saved all his txts as he encouraged me along, first back home and then to the party, every step of the way. *sigh*
hey, wait: maybe i
did go to that particular Outlaw cause reading back, i'd
posted '...i have nothing better to do than wait on permission to expand upon an incident (let's call it) that happened at a party here in Bristol early sunday AM, a gathering to which i was invited by none other than
The Very Reverend D Wayne Love, i mean, Jake. wonder of wonders, i thought i'd have a heart attack when he asked me outside Jamm on friday night...' WTF? i can only assume i went though the gig's totally not in my memory.
back to
Mrs Ifor Sarah, a coupla days back, she sent me these photos of Urban Voodoo Machine:
from her mail: '
Just thought I'd send a couple of piccies from last night (don't know how good they'll come out), we do love this band! What a night, great gig, fab tunes then eating sandwiches on Brighton sea front at 3am before getting the 4 o'clock train home, excellent...'from Rich's mail:
'...Brighton was great, excellent gig if a little under attended and the club afterwards was excellent, superb mix of music and the band mingling in with the crowd — we got in at about 7 this morning...'ahhhh... big thanks, Sarah and Rich. *love* there's a funny story on how we all hooked up cause for the longest time, both Chris and i thought Sarah was this way messed-up PITA who constantly bothered us for our all-access (or 'Downstairs with the Band' or *snigger* VIP Room) bracelets but i won't get into that now. suffice it to say, sometime last year when they spotted me in the pub and waved or sump'n, i went over to their table (totally outta courtesy) and couldn't wait to leave so about 30 seconds later, i was halfway outta my seat when Rich told me his screen-name and my ass hit the chair again — hard — in happy surprise. :-)
wait — almost forgot: Sarah took this of Jake and Rob
'in the early hours of 5th April 09 at Jamm; they were using it as a warm up before the Australia tour over Easter'.
i think it's one of the best photos of Jake and/or D Wayne i've ever seen recently. *sigh* TY for photos and info,
Mr and Mrs Ifor The Engine Rich and Sarah. :-)
and that be it for now. oh, wait; three more things: 1) big thanks to Chris for giving me those chocolates wrapped round the treacle (from that place in Wisconsin that's famous for em but naturally which i forget its name)
i totally forgot about em cause i stashed em in the fridge when i got back last week but i spotted em yesterday. hang on: just remembered i have an old empty box in the trash cause they don't recycle cardboard here. OK —
'Hughes' Home-Made Chocolates Ltd' — located in Oshkosh, WI. *to self* hah! i remembered sump'n.
2) message to Darren (@
several_species on Twitter and Lazybones on
FreeA3): thanks for giving my bathroom The Lazy Light Of Love but you totally forgot to open my drawers, dammit. you best believe i'm so gonna get you for that oversight no matter if it was on purpose or whatever. with the usual caveat, if i remember so i shall make a memorandum of it in my iPod. if i remember.
3) message to Tina:
'Open your flaps!' or maybe
'Show us your flaps!' — whichever, i just remembered. *snigger*
shit! what was i tawkin bout again? nah, i don't know either unless i read up but i can't/won't cause i've got bastard work and so no time. whatever. hmmpf... one chocolate left. i shall cram the entire thing in my wordhole in just a second or two. OK, goddit. *CHOMP!* mmmpf! mmmpf! (translated means):
mmmmmm... *in a Homer voice* BEST. CHOCOLATE-COVERED TOFFEE. EVAR. *in a Comicshop Guy voice* glurghlldroolll... *in a Homer voice*
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