Brummin' it.

I took this last term for a photography project with my academic course darlings. We weren't entirely sure it documented what it was supposed to, but we liked it so in it went.

Addiktion #41 - It's a New Year and I'm glad to be here.

So it's a little early, and a little predictable, but I've spent all week in bed and am forbidden from joining The Sister, The Bezzie, The Boy and all my other darlings in revelry tonight at The Social because it turns out that The Sniffles are full blown flu and I've been in a state of delirium all week. No fun at all.

I'm going to be spending my evening in with The Parents, arguing over the meanings of Inception (ULTIMATE FUCKING MOVIE, JUST INCREDIBLY LOUD) and whether we have time to watch Jools or not.

It's going to be amazing.

However, this song, and this particular performance will never cease to beat the traditional Auld Lang Syne in foretelling what the future's for. If you know it, please turn it up as loud as possible and go wild, and if you don't, listen close and listen hard. Every word is true.

Happy Fucking New Year, have an amazing one y'all.

Home Town Delightz #5 - Swish Swash.

Sometimes there is nothing nicer than chillin' with Pa in the early morning after a sleepless night thanks to the pleasure that is The Sniffles etc etc.

Having woken before everyone else, attempted to read one of my many course books (I'm still working my way through Glassco's Memoirs and loving every word), listened to a mixture of beautiful addiktions from my NightNightLife playlist, eaten a few perfect post-Christmas tangerines and drunk a fair amount of peppermint tea to try to ward off the inevitable headache, I ended up helping Pa do the washing up from the past couple of days (our dishwasher decided to pack in mid-wash on Christmas Eve Evening. And yes, I know. Ugh).

We have the bigger version of
this. It's too lovely.

Now that that's all done and dusted (I'm not allowed to touch the plates in case, God Forbid, I drop one) and the Aga is layered with Le Creuset pans and the cat has settled, I'm back to bed with my various course books and a desperate need to get rid of this God-Damned Headache.

Have a beautiful day y'all.

Addiktionz over 2010 - The Top 25.

Happy Yuletide Greetin's Y'all.



Mummy Dearest took this on one of her festive wanders the other day.



Here's a selection of my favourite addiktionz that have emerged over the past year. 

Please, enjoy. 

Crystal Castles - Celestica

Cee-Lo Green - FUCK YOU

Chapel Club - All The Eastern Girls

Janelle Monae ft. Big Boi - Tight Rope

Die Antwoord - Zef Side

Rihanna ft. Drake - What's My Name?

Foals - Spanish Sahara

Darwin Deez - Bad Day

Eminem ft. Rihanna - Love The Way You Lie

Caribou - Odessa

Katy Perry - California Girls

Lykke Li - Get Some

Kanye West ft. Pusha T - Runaway (Extended Video Version)

Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar

Lissie - Bad Romance (Lady Gaga Cover)

Rusko ft. Amber Coffman - Hold On

Willow Smith - Whip My Hair

Beyonce - Why Don't You Love Me?

Sleighbells - Infinity Guitars

Lady Gaga - Alejandro

Hot Chip - I Feel Better

Cee-Lo Green - No One's Gonna Love You

Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce - Telephone

Arcade Fire - The Wildnerness (Interactive Online Video)

Pag - The Lady Is Dead

Home Town Delightz #2 - There you are, you pesky rascal!

I love this thing.

So this hat has been my favourite thing since I bought it on impulse in Forever21's big opening weekend the other month.
It went mysteriously went missing over the weekend of manic travel between Brum-Selly-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Home-London-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Notts-Home. Inevitable, really.


BUT. I JUST FOUND IT. Tangled amid knitwear galore, that was also travelling about manically with me. Pure joy. Though I think I'll still wear a different hat laterz...








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Apologies to The Boy and The Cat in particular for unfair accusations of theft. Lav Yaz ;)

Home Town Delightz #1 - Public Library Possy.

So the other day I was in the pit that is Nottingham's Main City Library. 

Amid the stink of damp, active asbestos removal, wandering tramps and flustered yet remarkably resourceful librarians, I was treated to the presence of two charming young gangstahs. They had the hoods, the swagger, the steez - all that shit. And were sat in the QUIET ZONE of the library of all places, loudly counting an astounding number of two pence pennies and reciting impromptu beat poetry to each other while the rest of us tried to ignore the unnecessary disturbance to our studious reading (I was engrossed in the Glassco's wondrous tales of 1920s Montparnasse, Paris).

Yet these two gentlemen proceeded in their chosen self-expression, an art form that managed to drag me from my enthusiastic page turns and captivate my curiousity. There were many a line that have eluded my understanding, and therefore memory, but these two men were saying something relevant, exciting and fresh.

"...governmentsandpoliticianstelltoomanyliez." 

was the closing line, which is all I managed to scribble down.

The pair then continued hustling about the bookshelves for a good hour longer, then politely approached each reader and apologised profusely to the dear "Sirs" and "Ladies and "Babies" (I was Baby) for making such a "damn racket" wished us all a "merry and marvelous Christmas break". With a tip of their hoods/caps they were gone.

What a treat. <3

Hipster Narrative #5 - The typical facebook jabberings of panicky literature students while adventuring On The Road.

RedFeltHatGirl: should not be awake and reading On the Road at 3am... somehow the wine and caffeine seem to have worked together beautifully.

ThatBlondeGirl [morning response to RFHG]: I woke up to my alarm an hour ago with the book underneath me. So basically I took Kerouac to bed, but didn't bother to finish him off ;)

Pretty much every one of my course friends/acquaintances have been fighting with Jack Kerouac's On The Road all week. I am in the same boat. I've not come to the end yet. I've been attempting to reach that final destination for over two years now.

Tonight I will finish it. I will get there. It has to be done, it's the last c20th American Lit and Culture seminar of term tomorrow. And the last Good Bye to our Inspirational Mentor.

Gotta get there. Kerouac, you're a fucking prick.

Brief BBC Reflectionz - Never Mind The Buzzcocks.

Tonight's episode (just aired) was a pleasant surprise following the promising mess of last week's show, fronted by The Devil (Tim Westwood).


Tonight's Star, Diana Vickers continues to prove that she's not just TheAnnoyingPrickOffXfactor anymore. A very funny, very intriguing girl. I like her point of view. And I'm proud to admit that most of the time, she tops the likes of TheLegs, Pixie Lott, especially in the EverHeighteningFashionStakes.


We are also graced with TheEverBemusingHoosiersFrontMan, Irwin Sparkes. There's just something to like about him, especially when I remember just quite how tiny he is in the flesh (You know what they say, TheBiggerTheHead,TheBiggerTheStar). 

TheIrritatingGuestHost, Lee Mack, redeemed himself last night, with great thanks to the help of The Babes -Noel Fielding and Phill Jupitus. 


I'm sorry (for them) to say that ThePatheticYetAlmostHeartWarmingFameChaser, Andrew Stone, and MildlyBoringAndSaddeningComic, Jon Richardson, were definitely TheWeakerGuests, though charming in their own right. I guess...

A Polite Response To The KoolKids Across The Road - Ah cheerz guyz. Cheerz.

So it's taken me literally ALL day to sit down and read seven pages of a dense literary text that I should have had completed and reviewed by week six. It is now week ten. 

I finally got to point of concentration. A point of zen, of calm, of total acceptance of the chaos that is my room, house, location, body temperature, hair cut, pyjamas, etc.

I had FINALLY gotten there. It felt good. It felt like the future. Like something more than these constant self-indulgent and ever-distracting blog posts. It felt good.

This is all that has lasted the months of damp and cold
and chaos. This is my Peace and Quiet.

But. Some presumably charming young students, I'm guessing they be koolandshit, I probably know half of them for their DamnFineCaps and MightySteez, decided to start The Party. 


But. It's in the middle of the road (I think, there are a lot of MightyFineVehicles out there). 
Or if not in the middle of the road, in the middle of one of the most dense student areas in the UK. Victoria Halls, We Salute You. 
We live and breathe students here. Parties, yeah. Do it. Innit.


But. At 5.01pm in the afternoon? At the most stressful time of the year for us all? Deadlines have hit? But because you're a fresher it doesn't matter that you interrupt EVERYONE on their way to and from the library?
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON?! REALLY?! 


My window, curtains, chair and whole body and feeling the beautiful vibrations of a SeanaPaula remix of some sort. I'm sure the place is bangin'. I'd be there in a second.


But please guys, could you turn it down? Just a little bit? So I can sit in my bed with my book and drown you out with the delicate tones of Bon Iver? Or not?


Oh? What's the I hear? Has some nasty security guy come in and told you to turn it down? Perhaps even the nice community police officers I met today?
Ah. Well that's nice of you. It's just my window that's shaking now, not me. Okay. That's better.


Or not? Did I just hear the volume being sneaked back up? Are these shivers? Or shakes? Or just the SIKASFUK BASE driving me wild?


Oh is that it going back up even further? Well, Why the hell not at 5.06pm on a freezing cold and miserable Thursday?


I give up. Have fun. I'll probably be round to crash it later. Save me some shit.


...


OHHHH. OR NOT? Can I return to the tranquil peace I've been striving for?!
I hear what now feels like a peaceful silence. Just the calm and collected hustle and bustle of the library run. No cheap dubstep imitations. No grotesque references to bodily functions. I can't take that right now.
It's all over. Our taxes are clearly worth it. 


Sorry guyz.
BUT DEAL. 

A Concise Response To SellyOak's Finest, The Community Police.

Pity

Not to be confused with Empathy, Sympathy, or Compassion.

 

Pity evokes a tender or sometimes slightly contemptuous sorrow or empathy for people, a person, or an animal in misery, pain, or distress. People who have previously experienced the pain or misfortune in question may feel greater pity.

What Ever Happened To My Rock 'n' Roll?

The Boy and I have tickets to see BRMC tonight. We can get them refunded any time due to a last minute date change (THE BASTARDS). I've never seen them live before. The Father and I have been big fans since I was little. They make an excellent soundtrack to the highs and lows of pre-pubescent life.

I'm dressed for it. I even had some food (I am back to being TheCrepeMaster again). 

But I'm tired. And messy. And my head hurts. And it's cold out there. And I need to read up on Gatsby. And everything else in The World.

Hmmmmmm...

I think I'll go. I love loud gigs. And I miss them. The Head Banging. And The Leather. And The Lace.

Especially when The Duke Spirit are supporting.

Hey Boy! Wait up!

My Darlings, I miss this.

Friendz.

BoomBear. A collection of creative minds based in the UK.
Some of them are Good Friends.

Please, My Dear Ones, check them out. I think I'll be getting involved some time soon. 


Watch this space.

Hipster Narrative #1 - A typical morning in the life of a wide-eyed and aspirational arts student.

Life : Hey! You there!

Girl : Wha'? Me?!

Life : Yeah, you! With all your GenericArtyBohemian potential! Come! Live life to the full!

Girl : ... Nah, I don't have time for life right now, I gotta wash my hair...
Life : WTF?! Stop procrastinating, you lazy fuck. First Class Honours ain't called First Class for nothin' ya know.
Girl : Nah, I'm serious I gotta was my hair.

Life : Uhh wottevvs babe.. It can't be that important - it doesn't look that dirty.

Girl : Uhh wottevvs babez. I just had to rip out two massive revolting dreadlocks. Despite only ever using an entire bottle of OverPricedBestSellingBlondeConditionerThat Doesn'tNecessarilyBetterTheCheapButCrap-LookingOption.

Life : Stop freakin' out bitch - it can't be that bad.
Girl : Uhhhh yeah, it can. My scalp is bleeding. Look [reveals scalp].
Life : Uhh...
Girl : [staring at herself in the mirror with a concerned expression] Perhaps the Low-MaintenanceAlternativeGenericAsFuckHairCut isn't so Low-Maintenance after all...
Life : [stunned by gore of scalp] Jeez...
Girl : Or perhaps it is, and I just need to learn how to brush it again. With a hair brush, right?
Life : Wha...? Are you serious?
Girl : At least once a week, right?[whips out CheapSetOfMensBeardTrimmers and proceeds to groom]
Life : Oh for Fuck's sake. I give up.



Yes, this is Alice Dellal. And yes, I do have this haircut.



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