Irina tried to eat my doughy brains

So that happened…

Lagged like a motherfucker.

Back in London and planning my escape route.

Back to the Bay

Heading out to San Francisco soon.

February at last

January was pretty much the entrails of 2007 for me. Thank fuck that’s over with.

February is already feeling like the new year. Lots of plans afoot that actually look like they’re leading places. Very exciting.

I’ve been on a roll since the Luxembourg trip and again am working into the small hours, but everything I’m doing now has a nice positive ring to it. So fuck sleep.

The other night I met Gia and Lee at the Coach & Horses to start hatching plans and we bumped into Claire and her friend Bruce just before Annie Mole ran into us too. I should probably mention that Charlie Brooker also joined us although I can’t repeat any of that conversation. Fuck me though, that was a fun filled night.

So it’s just gone 5am now which means I’ll be having my first meeting of the day in less than four hours before joining yet another group of London’s finest for breakfast and discussion. Then I’ll probably want to go to bed, but I have meeting number 3 at noon, then some new kit to buy before a 4pm meeting.

Then I’ll probably sleep in a doorway for a while.

Right, I should probably get some more Luxembourg footage up now that I’ve broken the blog up a little with words for a change…

Fuck and damn it

Sandwich died this morning.

I woke up really early and she was in the bedroom with us. She was ill. I took her upstairs and we hung out, but she was too weak to eat or drink. She fell asleep again on my laptop case.

I woke Jess and we waited until 8.50am and took her to the vet for the last time.

The vet confirmed that it was time. She surprised him every step of the way. He gave her a week to live back in September. This time though she just needed to sleep.

We were left alone to say goodbye. We’ve both had many pets before, but this was the first time we’d been in this situation. We were a mess.

There was one last injection and just like all the other times over the last three months she didn’t even flinch. Then she was passed to Jess. She died in her arms.

It wasn’t the worst way to fall asleep.

It sounds like a cliche, but the second she was gone she just relaxed and it kind of underlined how much of a struggle the last few weeks had been. We held onto her for a good long time.

We fly to New York on Tuesday. In January we should get her ashes back almost two years to the day after we first met her. We were never quite sure about her exact birthday, but she would have been just two years old this side of Christmas.

That wasn’t really long enough.

I do think that there’s a good reason that cats power the Internet.

I’ll do this properly tomorrow, but Jess and I would like to thank EVERYONE who got in touch today.

And the mail is still coming in. You guys are very sweet.

Not So Daft

I’ve been looking for an excuse to post the Daft Punk ‘body remix’ videos that have been doing the rounds and what better introduction than a Radio 1 documentary that my friend Talia did. You can check it out here.

That’s probably the first time I’ve listened to Radio 1 since the Tommy Vance Friday Night Rock Show back in 1989.

Anyway, here are the vids:

And check out Talia’s blog here. She’s my lifeline into pop. I tend to dismiss everything with very little reason, but Talia introduced me to Northern State’s Can I Keep This Pen? (The one and only time I’ve ever resorted to iTunes - and what a piece of shit experience that was) and The Pierces. Fuck it, it’s Saturday night -let’s post some more vids:

Northern State are great. Think Le Tigre stroking The Beastie Boys. And The Pierces have WHISTLING and a James Bond theme song thing going on which kills me:

And if you’re into podcasts - which I’m not at all, but am learning to appreciate slowly - then you need to check out Podcast Dot Com. It’s a really nice idea and the guy behind it is smart as a whip.

December

I love me some Irina.

Here she is inside KITT:

Hasselhoff never looked this good (or confronted his car’s sexuality).

Seeing as there’s a new introduction to Geek Entertainment TV right here this is a good time to bookmark it and add it to your RSS reader. I guarantee no matter what shit the world throws at you that the stuff that Irina (and the gang) come up with on GETV will cheer you the fuck up.

We hooked up with Irina last year:

That’s Jess, Steve Garfield, Raines Cohen and Irina in the ever awesome House of Shields.

I miss San Francisco. The good news is that by a quirk of fate Irina and I will be in New York City at the same time next month. I’m stoked.

Another SFer currently sheltering in the Big Apple is Jackson West - shooting a short movie no less - so we’ll be catching up with him too.

I’m in NYC from the 11th for around a week so if you’re there too drop me a line and we’ll grab a drink.

Fantomash

First night in Glasgow we crashed with Boag and then hung out with him again on the way back:

Boag’s a top bloke and currently writing for The Skinny. We first met back in the day on Punk Planet - weird that that place threw up so many friends. Anyway, Boag has now got himself involved with The Evil Eye working on some excellent John Carpenter influenced tunes. From their blog I found these two videos showcasing a couple of tracks from one of my favourite albums, The Director’s Cut by Fantomas:

Easily makes Cape Fear look more watchable (not Scorsese’s best work), but I’d love to watch the whole Godfather trilogy rescored by Mike Patton…

So these two got married:

And I’m back from Scotland.

Promises promises

Off to see Cronenberg’s Eastern Promises with hubby:

I don’t mind him having a girlfriend as I serve a different set of needs. Mainly Ukrainian in scope.

Ammo count

Some of my friends on Twitter prefer to talk only to people they know or who have proved themselves interesting. Me? I don’t give a fuck who you are. And if someone adds me on Twitter I add ‘em right back. They then have maybe a week’s grace to prove themselves not a fuckwit. Far from a perfect system, it hasn’t stopped me being bored to tears, hit on and occasionally disturbed over the last year*, but it works for me.

So today (if you follow me) you would have seen this:

Following only half a conversation can get a tad frustrating, eh? What George and I were talking about was this:

I’m as much of an Aliens fan as the next guy, but seriously… if you need a working LED ammo counter that counts your ammo usage while blasting in the general direction of imaginary monsters then fair play to you.

*much to my surprise I’ve been using Twitter since November 2006 and have around 170 pages of tweets trailing behind me.