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Hey All,
After doing Today and Yesteday at the Heart Foundation Charity Shop, I reckon that is enough volunteering for this week. Not to mention that I should probably finish off those reviews.
On the Volunteering Thing: It is going pretty well. Strangely, the powers that be at the shop seem to like my work/like having me around, so not only are they happy to have me as a volunteer, but they are also happily teaching me useful stuff like how to use the Cash Register and the EFTPOS equivalent system thingo.
Which is pretty damn good, in my opinion.
Random Weird Stuff: Riding home on the tube last night (I had gone into Soho 'cause I was bored etc), I discovered that written on a post-it note inside the back cover my copy of The Wasp Factory was the names and Email Addresses of the two top editorial staff for Dazed and Confused Magazine (a style magazine based in Hoxton).
How that came to be there, I will probably never find out, but it is one of those things that make a man wonder.
I just did a google on Dazed And Confused and found out that both the names have since moved on, but one of them was pretty notorious when she was in office.
Just browsing, I found this article:
http://chilled.cream.org/forums/kb.php?mode=article&k=313
Weirdness.
Also weird: I am starting to suspect that there might not be one but two art school retro betty's in Leytonstone. I saw one on Church Street yesterday (when I was running to the Post Office to mail off some job applications ahead of a shift at the BHF shop) with her hair pinned up, and what might be the other earlier tonight at Tesco, with a short blonde fringe. Bizarre.
By the by, I'm going to mention this once, and once only:
Date with a pretty redhead in Camden on this coming Saturday evening. Nice.
Completely different subject:
The Theatre of Tragedy Review is up on Morrigan's Pit.
Something for the Why Do I Bother file:
The goth picnic that I went to on Saturday afternoon was also attended by an irritating fifteen-year old with a lisp who tried to tell me that Gwen Stefani is almost fifty.
me: Uh... I'm pretty sure that she was about 29 when Tragic Kingdom broke in 1995. That means that she would be about 40 now.
her: I know her and Gavin Rothzzzdale. Shzve'zth nearly Fithzthdy.
me: but the number don't add up.
her: I KNOW HER! SHZZZHTE'ZZTH NEARLY FIFTHZZZDY!
I didn't think so. So I wikipdia'd Gwen today, and according to that she was born on October 3, 1969. Which, by my calculations, makes her about 37. True, performers often lie on their bios (Alex from Franz Ferdinand?) but they don't usually get away with it for over a decade. I don't think that Alex got away with it for a whole year.
Jason - One
Silly Lisping Namedropping Retard - Nil.
The weather is cooler again. Last night I was awoken by something that sounded like heavy rain coming through my wide open windows. That's when I realised it wasn't just the sound. Jump up and close the windows! D'oh.
Anyways, just in case that all made too much sense, I'm going to go home, have a steak and watch Lost.
This time tomorrow I should have Broadband (fingers crossed)
Over and out.
J
After doing Today and Yesteday at the Heart Foundation Charity Shop, I reckon that is enough volunteering for this week. Not to mention that I should probably finish off those reviews.
On the Volunteering Thing: It is going pretty well. Strangely, the powers that be at the shop seem to like my work/like having me around, so not only are they happy to have me as a volunteer, but they are also happily teaching me useful stuff like how to use the Cash Register and the EFTPOS equivalent system thingo.
Which is pretty damn good, in my opinion.
Random Weird Stuff: Riding home on the tube last night (I had gone into Soho 'cause I was bored etc), I discovered that written on a post-it note inside the back cover my copy of The Wasp Factory was the names and Email Addresses of the two top editorial staff for Dazed and Confused Magazine (a style magazine based in Hoxton).
How that came to be there, I will probably never find out, but it is one of those things that make a man wonder.
I just did a google on Dazed And Confused and found out that both the names have since moved on, but one of them was pretty notorious when she was in office.
Just browsing, I found this article:
http://chilled.cream.org/forums/kb.php?mode=article&k=313
Weirdness.
Also weird: I am starting to suspect that there might not be one but two art school retro betty's in Leytonstone. I saw one on Church Street yesterday (when I was running to the Post Office to mail off some job applications ahead of a shift at the BHF shop) with her hair pinned up, and what might be the other earlier tonight at Tesco, with a short blonde fringe. Bizarre.
By the by, I'm going to mention this once, and once only:
Date with a pretty redhead in Camden on this coming Saturday evening. Nice.
Completely different subject:
The Theatre of Tragedy Review is up on Morrigan's Pit.
Something for the Why Do I Bother file:
The goth picnic that I went to on Saturday afternoon was also attended by an irritating fifteen-year old with a lisp who tried to tell me that Gwen Stefani is almost fifty.
me: Uh... I'm pretty sure that she was about 29 when Tragic Kingdom broke in 1995. That means that she would be about 40 now.
her: I know her and Gavin Rothzzzdale. Shzve'zth nearly Fithzthdy.
me: but the number don't add up.
her: I KNOW HER! SHZZZHTE'ZZTH NEARLY FIFTHZZZDY!
I didn't think so. So I wikipdia'd Gwen today, and according to that she was born on October 3, 1969. Which, by my calculations, makes her about 37. True, performers often lie on their bios (Alex from Franz Ferdinand?) but they don't usually get away with it for over a decade. I don't think that Alex got away with it for a whole year.
Jason - One
Silly Lisping Namedropping Retard - Nil.
The weather is cooler again. Last night I was awoken by something that sounded like heavy rain coming through my wide open windows. That's when I realised it wasn't just the sound. Jump up and close the windows! D'oh.
Anyways, just in case that all made too much sense, I'm going to go home, have a steak and watch Lost.
This time tomorrow I should have Broadband (fingers crossed)
Over and out.
J
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