Scatman John has a new rival.

Have a look at this video by The Real Tuesday Weld, its a little gem guaranteed to slightly lift you out of the Boxing Day/alcoholic stupor.
Me? I'm going to the Chimes shopping centre in Uxbridge which, as Mia keeps reminding me is very close to the word chyme. Which roughly means vomit which is still in your stomach.

This is the end!!

So only three more days till we fly. It hasn't really dawned on us that we're leaving. Last night we went to good ol' Supreme Trading, pics available at crashinin.com. Got pretty drunk on PBR, the classiest beer around; I've only just got used to drinking beer and we're off home in a bit where I can drink white wine spritzers to my heart's content.
I met up with Dom, my friend from GCSE's the other day and I was kind of nervous but we had a really good time. Her and her boyfriend Dan live upstate in Cornwall and run their own architectural maquette making company. Dan also is does carpentry and Dom is thinking of branching out into textiles. Sounds like they have a pretty good life up there, hopefully if I make it back to New York I will go up and visit.
Tonight we went to Jenny's house to see Joe's 'Days of our Lives' photo slideshow, we weren't in it as it was Jan to June but welsh Craig aka 'Laughing Boy' from uni was in them. It was pretty funny, Lio and Joe were quite drunk and amusing us no end.

I don't want to be a robot, with metal eyes.

Here are my 2006 fashion predictions plucked at random from the whirring tub of nonsense that is my brain:

Brogues will be big, especially on le femme. See mine and Sam's new weblog (coming as soon as I have access to my precious computer at home...) to prove this : frembrogweblog

Bobs (the hairstyle kind) will be making a comeback, and how!

Peepholes, as on the shoes and other such hidey-come-hither fashion will deffo be big.

Watch this space for more totally true fashion updates.

There isn't a line from a song worthy enough to grace this post.

I'm taking advantage of a quiet moment while Sam's in the shower to try to write something worthwhile. Its Sunday here and if you stand in the kitchen or the bathroom you can hear the churchgoers next door singing. I would have kind of liked to see that, but only to take pictures and say 'they were singing! For Jesus! ahahahaha!!' so i don't think they'd let me in. A seed of an idea has formed, we may when we go to sarah's cook them Sunday roast, sweet sweet Sunday roast. In a pub, with a half, sweet sweet Sunday roast.
We're sort of winding down to come home now, and starting to get all nostalgic even though I'm trying quite hard not to. Its inevitable how you have to follow the holiday nostalgia pattern, first half always goes unbelievably slowly, the middle bit is the self-conscious 'ooh blimey this is the middle bit' and the last bit is all about reminiscing about the two other its. Me and sam even got all misty eyed when we were at Supreme Trading on Friday, God knows what we'll be like at the airport. Maybe we should ask the happy clappers.

arrghhlll...

Yes I'm in my silky satin pjs, today was the day to resurrect my school holiday mantra of "why get dressed when you'll just have to put your pyjamas on again?". Its our last night in the flat in Harlem after which we'll be staying in Brooklyn again, this time at Sarah's (thankyouthankyouthankyou!) until we go home.
It has been a crazy week, we went out in the Lower East Side with Sarah and our new friend Yamil. We went to this restaurant to meet Doug, Sarah's flatmate and have four-dollar lychee martinis. Yay! Me and Sam had an argument/drunken discussion that started in the last bar we went to, the Library bar, carried on in the subway and taxi and at home...until five in the morning and I have no idea what we were talking about.

The snow is so in our faces here, its kind of dangerous to be drunk cause you might fall over.

Woah, listless is the word of the day today. i can't even be bothered to regale you with my exploits.

I think Gunther Von Hagens uses Cheese Whiz to plastify his subjects

I've been coming up with ways to annoy sam on the plane home.
-Talk to her in the annoying spoilt child voice that we've perfected these last 2 months. Trust me you'll all be doing it.
-Mouth-breathe in her face.

Any more suggestions?

Also we have decided to listen to Roll Deep's "Shake a Leg" before we land to enhance the feelings of joy and seasonal love and to remind us to move our limbs so we don't die.

Ps Mad props to ma woman Vanessa, holding it down at Shamex! Keep rockin the Brighton late-night drinking!

I think Gunther Von Hagens uses Cheese Whiz to plastify his subjects

I've been coming up with ways to annoy sam on the plane home.
-Talk to her in the annoying spoilt child voice that we've perfected these last 2 months. Trust me you'll all be doing it.
-Mouth-breathe in her face.

Any more suggestions?

Also we have decided to listen to Roll Deep's "Shake a Leg" before we land to enhance the feelings of joy and seasonal love and to remind us to move our limbs so we don't die.

Ps Mad props to ma woman Vanessa, holding it down at Shamex! Keep rockin the Brighton late-night drinking!

In-joke explanation pt2

Now tha twe've established what Wi-Fi is, me and sam have just invented Wi-Fi High Five for when you have a Wi-Fi psychic moment. Hilarity ensued when I tried to explain Wi-Fi to sarah's friend lisa, who still has dial up at work and didn't know what Wi-Fi was..

All hail Misshapes

So we got our gladrags on and headed off to the much anticipated outing to Misshapes; eyeliner and skulls were the dresscode of the night. We got in and one of the first songs they played was Kaiser Chiefs, yay! But we were in the queue, boo! But then they played it again, yay?!
It was so fun to dance like a moron to the latest indie hits, even if the venue was tiny and filled with homo-spectacular 18-year old NYU students...all getting off with each other. We stayed until the end where there remained only me, sam, some weird indie guy, and another guy who's name is either said or yamil, maybe. We went to wierd guys house and watched a film, said/yamil was being really obnoxious and saying white power after everything weird indie guy would say. Which was actually really good because weird indie guy was such an idiot, he was shouting at sam in the club that he didn't 'care about here stupid coat he just wanted to go home' or something, I was too busy sitting on sam's coat to hear that conversation.

_Interlude_ Me and sam are just having a conversation about how much we miss Heather and Brad and that we want to go to Newcastle to visit them. You're quite lucky I'm getting any of this typed up because of Decibel (aka sam's) running commentary. _Interlude Over_

Anyway we left the loser's house who was trying to get off with me..eeeuuurrghh. We played around in the fresh snow for a while and got a cab home, taking our new friend said/yamil with us. Got home, put some boots on and went across the road to Central Park...It was so cool!! It has just snowed, it was probably 7am, the sun was just coming up with this bluey light and we skipped and threw snow and climbed trees. We made a snow angel on a parked car...classy.

We went home and had a cup of tea, and then Said/Yamil went back to his house and me and sam went to bed...at ten in the morn! Then we had the best hungover day ever. We went to the slavery exhibition which I really really wanted to see even though we were worse for wear.

_Interlude no2_Me and sam had such a Wi-Fi moment, aka psychic moment about both wanting to say that we'd resent the american govt for making us come home but never our boyfs, natch._Interlude no2 over_

Then we went to the Lower East Side to the wonderful Cake Shop and had a cup of tea (http://www.cake-shop.com/) and then got some Chinese takeaway and went home to watch....the latest series of Desperate Housewives! Not that I'm a massive fan, but when you're hungover its beauts..mm.

Official in-joke explanation no1

Heheh: type of cackle-ey/chuckle-ey laughter to indicate oneupmanship over oneself or someone else. The joke lies in the fact that you can use it when you've done something stupid/you are a moron.

Eg: Me and Sam are currently luxuriating in a warm bath of moron with frothy bubbles of in-joke stupidity..heheheh.

Quick 2 days round up

Thursday night after much hesitance me and sam went to see the Secret Machines, supported by Annie at Webster Hall where we saw Broadcast with Toby. Annie was ok, bit weak but fun. The best was this obviously gay man in the front row mouthing all the lyrics complete with hand gestures and the closing of the eyes like he was in Steps. It was quite unbelievable, so me and Sam were forced to try to take pictures of him. Honestly, if you want to see a performance just ask me next time we're out and I've had 1/2 a shandy and I will willingly oblige.
Secret Machines were good, bit like the kind of Britpop/Rock bands i liked when I was 16. They did perform really well, but it just wasn't totally my thing, but good nonetheless.
Oh and I got chatted up by this old man who asked me if anyone had told me I looked like Ashlee Simpson, Jessica Simpson's less talented (ha!) sister. I had to stand at the bar being polite while his female pity friend looked over until Sam got back from the toilet...

Last night (friday) after a leisurely day at Tokion I met Sam at the Cake Shop again which is a Cake Shop (der)-slash- record shop -slash- club -slash- my wrists because its so indie and I love it. We were on our way home when I remembered that Chris from Tokion said I could have a jumper that he'd left at the Cast so I went over there to pick it up. I saw Brendan on the stairs and remembered that his shop was opening today whereupon we got roped into sewing a ridiculous amount of labels into t-shirts until four in the morning. Ryan and Chuck from the Cast tried to offer us this drug called alanol or something; its for people with ADD and helps you focus. Me and Sam were like 'We're sewing labels on t-shirts! How much focus do you really need to do that??', although if someone had offered me some when I was doing my dissertation I would have grabbed the bottle from their fist and downed the lot! But we did have a few beers.
Really, we must have sewed about 400 tshirts, I haven't worked that diligently in a long time.

Tonight me, Sarah and Spam are going to the notoriously rubbish (yeah whatevs, just jealous) indie gay night misshapes that Madonna went to a while ago. So excited, gonna wear my diamante moron belt and dance like the guy in the front row at Annie..heheheh...