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“Hey man, thats a swede swede you’re swedings”

The big news today aka OMG I NEARLY DIED. Not.

Yep, Market Rasen is roughly 10-15 miles from Lincoln (as the crow flies).  It was fun, in a completely weird way. Woke up to the house shaking and all these weird creaky noises and bright lights and my first thought was that the military had blockaded the council estate near us Shameless/28 Days Later style. Mum was at work on a night shift and after the rumbling stopped, Dad came into my room and we had a look outside and concluded it was ‘tremors’. In fact, I was more bothered about more stuff happening as there is a bloody big birch tree right outside my window.

Feel free to shoot me down here, but GMTV’s wildly hysterical coverage of the earthquake was unbelivable. They seemed to phone interview randoms about nothing in particular. “I LIVE IN WATFORD/MANCHESTER/BIRMINGHAM BLAH BLAH BLAH AND MY TELLY FELL OFF THE WALL!!!” No it didn’t, don’t make rubbish up to get on the telly and talk with the quite frankly vacant and perpetually irritating Fiona Phillips. I live in Lincoln and all my precariously balanced crap in my room (inc. TV on rubbishy stand) stayed put. I call bull.

Fun stuff:

Brass bird ring, approx £20

That be mine! I’m rubbish at keeping rings so fingers crossed I keep this one (I might just weld it to my hand) . The listing is for an S, but the artist is shortening it for me to a K. I have a thing for bird motifs at the mo, I blame my ‘rents and all of their bird books.

Actually, talking of rings, this is a post from Modblog a week or so ago that could solve my losing rings problem:

 

Unlikely But True: Finger Ring Piercing – Modblog

I mean, I’m obviously far too OCD regarding germs to ever do that, but its pretty neat that she’s healed a very difficult piercing and kept it looking swanky.

Oh, and Be Kind Rewing was vair vair good. Taps in to all those childhood games of pretending you’re on telly (which is actually just a big old box with a hole in it) or trying to be allowed to play with the camcorder (never happened).

As you’ve seen from the trailer, the remake films are ‘sweded’ versions. This made me laugh like the drain because when some Swedish exchange student that our mates were paired with came to our school, we took to changing all adjectives and nouns to ‘swede’ (see title of post). It was infinitely hilarious to us and the (actual) Swedes.

Swede. 

 

 

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Two things that are awesome.

The first is nerdy, the second was yummy.

Awesome Thing No. 1 – Me being allowed near historical objects, viz:

The object is a slater’s knife, used surprisingly enough for cutting and applying slate for roofs (I’m convinced the plural of roof should be rooves but hey.). Its forged from iron and has a wooden handle core. It was corroded, the wood was dry and brittle and had previously suffered from wood-boring insect infestation. There was also something that had been spilt on it.

3-in-1 oil, some wire wool, white spirit, Synperonic A7 (a detergent) and Renaissance Wax later and I had this in my grubby gloved paws:

Even if you know zilch about conservation or couldn’t quite frankly give a crap, you have to admit that for a first try, thats pretty neato. The aim was to make the object stable but also aesthetically pleasing, without making it look un-natural. I could have used the airbrasive machine and blasted the corrosion off, and I would have ended up with a shiny grey knife. But you don’t expect a century-odd old piece of building equipment to be nice and shiny do you?

Awesome Thing No. 2 – The last time I ever drunkenly agree to bake a complex cake

Okay, this wasn’t a solo effort. I managed to snaffle my pallypals Jules and Beth to help and make a bit of a nice day of it. It was for our friend Phil, Chap-reading, winkle-picker-wearing, vinyl aficionado Noughties Mod and his Modtastic 19th birthday party. The drunken agreement was made after a few free karafes of wine on the last night in Athens.

The recipe was from the newly boycotted Delia ‘I can’t get into the politics of food’ Smith, from a tatty old book of hers my parents bought when they moved in together in the early 80’s. My fresh distate for Delia happened last week when it became apparent that her new book ‘How To Cheat At Cooking’ was essentially about creating ready meals (i.e. tinned beef mince with frozen mashed potato in the oven apparently makes a ‘cottage pie’. AS IF)

Don’t even get me started on the varying comments she has made about organic food and animal welfare recently.

Luckily, I can remember the cake recipe off by heart so HAH. Its a chocolate cake, covered in chocolate buttercream, black icing record, liquorice stylus (we had to go tot local shops in order to get a sherbet fountain for this!), Jelly Tot knobs (Jelly Tots are now veggie, before you ask) and icing speakers/dials. Yum.

The cake was fantastico. So much so I found myself scraping the leftover buttercream out of the lid of a biscuit tin I brought it in at 2am whilst drinking a can of cider. Good times.

 

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This is a happy song.

I know you’ve all heard this song and I’m like to sound just not ‘edgy’ enough considering it was on an ipod advert ages ago and I dunno…sold out or something? I have no idea. Point is, I like it.

Feist – 1 2 3 4

I heard it in full length and watched the video for the first time the other day and I was, quite frankly charmed. First of all, I wish I could walk around in cobalt blue spangly catsuits and secondly, she dances like me and that is very endearing. I really like her voice too and the song is just cute, the bit they chose for the advert really wasn’t the best part.

Also, the video had an air of ‘much better Gap’ about it. Talking of that, found the best old Gap advert:

LOOOOVE TRAIN

When this came out I was in Year 9 and we used to sit at the back of our form room swinging on our chairs singing it (ditto ‘Everybody Dance Now’ during Maths with loopy head movement and guttural voice synths, oh yah). Funny though, Gap asking us to start a love train when they have had sweat-shop accusations and human rights allegations. Hmmm.

My new card arrived, huzzah and hurrah! And I’m starting a new project as well. I was really inspired by this watch on Etsy:

Frenchy Watch – £18ish

Love it. Unfortunatley the band is made of leather so that is a no for me. So I’m planning to make a watch sorta similar to that one, but I’ll use a layered gabardine or denim instead of leather and add my own touches. I’m waiting till I get the ribbon and fabric before getting the watch face (there are loads on ebay). I’ve already bought the ribbon off Etsy, I fell in love with it instantly!

From Matatabi’s shop – £1.50

Eeeee…I’m excited! I also finished working on my first historical object on Wednesday, so I’ll post before + after cards once I’ve finished my lab record card.

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Who is Old Gregg

I’m Old Gregg.

 

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Well, at least they were charitable criminals

Two crap things:

1. I’m not very well, and my head feels like its filling up with helium, and not tin the good ‘laughing gas at Leeds festival’ sorta way. The snotty way. I have nearly 10 hours at work tomorrow and refuse to call in sick. That is the stubborn capitalist in me. MONEY.

2. I have been locked out of my bank account for the next week. I received a letter from Nationwide’s Special Investigations team, alerting me that there had been possibly fraudulent transactions on my card. I rang them up, which was a difficult thing for me to do (I hat hate hate phones). My account is now frozen for outgoing payments till I receive my new card and pin number. They tried to buy £250 of goods off the internet, but curiously also tried to make a donation of £2 something to Christian Aid. So they are also nice fraudsters haha.

Weirdly enough, in this climate of fear that most people in Britain live in, I don’t feel violated by this, that someone had my details and thus was trying to pinch my hard-earned wages and student loan. I don’t feel the sudden urge to write a letter to the Daily Mail wailing “I’ve been duped, probably by one of those LORD FORSAKEN Lebanese Loops. As it is called Lebanese, it must mean the criminals are those funny speaking foreigners. VOTE BNP!”

But I’m not, because that is totally bonkers. If anything, I was more pissed off when some scumbag stole my phone out of my work fleece a year ago. It was a brand new phone that cost over £100. It shows the clientèle I get. I had my phone blacklisted and bought a new one. These fraud’sters’ got away with nothing, so yar boo to them.

It does mean that just like when I was 17 I am relying on Mummy and Daddy for moula.

 Not crap things:

1. I love this, but am unsure of whether to get it (not that I’ll have a chance as I can;t use my card, I could beg Leo/my Mum) because its unaccredited wool…but it is looovely:

 

Mivvy Hoodie, £40 reduced from £80. Howies 

 A flash of colour in the hood, crinkly look, BUTTONS (god, I love buttons on things, its the grandma in me)

2. Whilst fighting our way through the Cake-and-sausage-roll Cub Brigade and 50+ Axa Sun Life Subscriber ‘Oooh isn’t he lovley’ Dodgery Old Woman Society, my Dad and I encountered organic spinach and ricotta tortellini. HUZZAH! My Dad has pledged to only buy organic/free range pig meat now, after reading in the Times that outdoor reared pork still means that the pig spends its last three months in a unroofed shed. Not acceptable.  But my Dad is a chorizo fiend, and organic charcuterie meats are difficult to come by in supermarkets/farmer’s markets. I have found some online suppliers though, so my papi doesn’t have to go without.

Found a lovely alternative to the very pricey Frogprince necklace I posted before:

 Prince Charming, approx £12

Bonus points for being reworked vintage. Saves raw materials and give stuff a new lease of life, and is approx 15% of the price of the other necklace, ha. My Mum is looking for vintage Emerald (her birthstone) rings for her 25th wedding anniversary/birthday (same day, like Shakespeare. My Mum’s ambition is to die on her birthday like him too). I’d personally got for an Art Nouveau piece, but my Mum’s not really a Nouveau person. I imagine her as more Deco than anything.

Anyway, I’m rambling now, so I bid you adieu. (And can I just say that I had my highest number of visitors yesterday, so thanks to you lovely pixelated computer people!)

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I burn, I pine, I perish

The first thing I heard this morning was that Heath Ledger had died. I instantly looked at the picture of him above my bed (cut from a copy of Cosmo Girl some time when I was 15, which coincided with my first viewing of 10 Things I Hate About You and also shows that I haven’t changed my room in a long time) and hoped it wasn’t true, or I’d heard it wrong. It seems that he was deeply troubled, one of us who is a bit ‘wrongly wired’. Or he was just chemically trying to gain some normalcy. I don’t know. I’m no stranger to taking travel sickness tablets and shot of booze to help me sleep sometimes. Its not the same thing, mind.

I haven’t seen Brokeback Mountain, nor A Knight’s Tale all the way through, but 10 Things I Hate About You arrived just at the right time for me. A time in my teenagerdom that needed charming curly haired men in it, who sang and pranced around making pricks of themselves, for the love of a ‘shrew’. It made me love FNT by Semisonic (I was introduced to Closing Time by one of my history teachers in Year 11. It became one of my favourite songs of that year)

Some of us at university (11 out of 13 of us are female) have decided to hold a Heath Tribute at the halls, in which we will watch the three films mentioned here, wear black, drink and eat crisps while sighing about how wonderful he is.

If it sounds strange to do that, I have already be to a wake for a hamster this week, so these sorts of things are becoming an increasingly normal part of my life. I would say ‘condolences to his family’ but I won’t because I don’t know them, and I obviously didn’t know Heath, he just occupied a A5 space close to my headboard at night. He seemed like a nice guy and its a shame that a brother, son and father has left this ‘mortal coil’ so young.

Back to fancy things and frippery before I start pining at my bedroom wall.

I was walking towards the bus station today, after doing an arduous historical ceramic and stone trail around uphill, downhill and everyhill Lincoln. I saw two incredibly lovely things in the window of Unikat. One was a glass bead heart with wings on a ball chain necklace and the other was:

Frogprince necklace, from £129

Of course, very much out of the budget of someone who works weekends in a shop and would never forgive herself if she blew over 100 quid of her student loan (which I’m saving up until I move out and really have to spend it) on a necklace. I’d spend £100 on a pair of Beyond Skin shoes because they are shoes and thus keep you from getting hypodermic needles embedded in your feet/trench foot. A necklace doesn’t do that.

In Other News: I have no idea where its gone, but it must be somewhere in the house. The Sunday before I went to Athens I cam back from work, got in the shower and took my ankh necklace off. I look for it and it is gone. Gone gone gone. I have worn an ankh necklace ever since I was about 10? (God, I can’t remember a lot from that far back, just being obsessed with dens, rabbits and playing in the woods). I lost my first one that my Nanny bought me on the bus after a PE lesson (I left it my top blazer pocket) in Year 10. Whilst doing family tree research in Essex (Dad and I were my Mother’s accomplices) we found one in the Artful Angel in Maldon that was lovely. This was the one I lost a few weeks ago. Let me tell you this, it is very difficult to find sterling silver ankh pendants. Most are rubbish, chunky kiddie-goth pewter pieces of crap. I might get my Dad to ring the Artful Angel and see if they still make mine (I’m scared of phones). If they need a reference, I have hundreds of pictures of me wearing it.

Also sad: I broke my grotty piece of ribbon that I have worn around my wrist since summer 2004 (arguably the most influential summer of my life so far) . It was filthy-looking (it had gone from white to a rancid shade of cream), and had frayed so it was literally hanging by a thread, so I’m not surprised it broke. I pulled it out of a top I had and my friend Chesca tied it around my wrist and I have worn it ever since. I’m tempted to buy another piece of ribbon and tie them together and wear the best part of it. Its weird how you can get so attached to a piece of crappy ribbon, but that ribbon has been there, done that, worn that t-shirt. Festivals, boyfriend(s…ish) parties, birthdays, school, college, university etc etc.

This is getting really long, but I have to say, we have been given our first REAL objects to work on. Mine is a ‘slater’s knife’ from Saffron Walden museum is Essex(?). They are quite clearly mad to let me near anything of any historical value.

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He got possessed by a dolphin!

The title was Leo’s answer to a video clip question on Big Fat Quiz of the Year last night. Unsurprisingly we got it wrong, but Leo and I (Team Wheelie-Bin)  got equal first with my parents. The tie-breaker from Danny (chemistry student) was ‘What is the melting point of tungsten?’

We may have had an unfair advantage.

(July 2007, Edinburgh ‘cartoon’ exhibition thingy. It invited us to add our own fish, and add we did)

I still didn’t get it right though.

Message to Noel Fielding – sort your hair out mate.

And I thought Lily Allen looked lovely as well.

Some nice recent etsy finds:

 Give Peas a Chance necklace – £25

 

Birthday Cake hair clip – £4.50(ish)

Alright, well I best get mein glad-rags on because New Year’s Eve partying starts earlier that non-New Year’s Eve partying. Quite what to wear I don’t know. I might end up at the cathedral, in which warmth will be no. 1 priority.  But I might not….eep.

See you in 2008 (ARGHHHH, I am not good with New Years. To me, every passing year is a year away from care-free teenager-dom and one more towards death, wage-slavery and crippling resentment of the days of yore. But atleast this year I won’t get drunk on bacardi and fall asleep watching This Is Spinal Tap whilst my dad potters about in the garage like I did when ’03 became ’04. Then I cried, as if to top it off my performance as a bitter, socially awkward 16 year old.)

Should you end a post in brackets?

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