Addiktion #42 - Rattling Cage.

TheTweeDarling sent me this to soothe me through the pains of what I now view as ThePlague. I exist in a blur of aches, pains and mothers meetings down The Doctors with Mama by my side, both of us coughing and wheezing and dying away. No fun.
Forest Sword's offering, below, has done something to calm me amid the desperate attempts to get TheseFuckingEssays done. Enjoy.

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

Addiktion #38 - Baby.Darlin'.DollFace.Honey.

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.

Oh, RihRih. You just won't go away.

Okay. She's just plain amazing. I can't pretend I'm not wowed by her consistently any more (though will never feel as strongly for her as The Boy does. And no, I haven't bought him tour tickets for Christmas like he wants, bless him). 


She is everywhere. All the time. I don't have the energy to even attempt to list the ways. But I can't avoid it. She's tremendous. In every way. 


And I think it's safe to say that it was Saturday night's incredible duet that got Matt Cardle that Xfactor Crown, the lucky sod.

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.

Smokin'.

So this morning I had a doctor's appointment, one I hadn't previously been treated by, and despite being there for a variety of minor things (I often worry I'm a hypochondriac), the main thing I went away with was: YOU NEED TO QUIT SMOKING, NOW. IT WILL KILL YOU SOONER RATHER THAN LATER. YOU ARE A FOOL.

Pretty standard politically correct medical advice right there... But then, fuck it.

I know the risks. And, as pretty much ANY smoker will tell you, no matter how many scary images and horror stories you see in the paper, with the word CANCER blasted about everywhere, I won't quit until I want to. It's a fool's habit, I know that, so do you, but sometimes there is nothing better that long-awaited niccy rush after an extravagant Nandos binge.
I don't need another lecture. Anti smoking propaganda and health warnings don't work.
I'll get over how cool they look eventually. Promise ;)

But this doctor's advice, where she described it as stupid and dangerous, made me think about the ways in which cigarette and tobacco brands are perceived by us all. There's certainly a subtle judgement made by fellow smokers - whether you've splashed out on a 20 pack of Marlborough Golds, only smoke Lucky Strike Reds, or are dragging on Cutters Choice Rollie's, it says something about you. There is definitely a latent sense of hierarchy present in every designated smoking area in the country - whether this is left unsaid or openly discussed, your fag can (if desired) be interpreted as a form of status symbol in modern culture.

Just now, I Wikipedia-ed a couple of my preferred cigarette brands - which include Camel Blues, Golden Virgina with slim filters and licorice Rizla; when feeling super indulgent, I splurge out and purchase Vanilla Black Devils.
From this pathetic attempt at 'contextual research', I have learnt that Golden Virginia is produced in my home town, Nottingham. This is quite a cute little fact for me, along with the knowledge that my much-loved uncle, was in his youth, randomly spotted in the street by some excitable ad men and cast as the billboard model and face of the brand!
I gotta represent the family history, right? Or is it wrong for me to feel sentimental about a world-wide money-minded, soul-destroying, cancer-promoting tobacco company?
Answers on the back of a post card please...

POST SCRIPT
In no way are the above views expressed by anyone but Me, I don't claim to be at all representative of other smokers, tobacco companies or related parties. I also have no intention to encourage the habit, nor to promote a positive view of smoking. In fact, I recommend no one to start smoking, I encourage any smoker to quit, and I'm well aware that I should. I spent the first 18 years of my life DESPISING the habit - the above is just an expression of my personal view of a smokers' mentality, as a smoker. Please don't take offence, or, take it up on yourself to lecture me on it. I get it, I just don't care enough right now.