1620 - Plymouth Colony: William Bradford and the Mayflower Pilgrims land on what is now known as Plymouth Rock in Plymouth, Massachusetts.
1913 - Arthur Wynne's "word-cross", the first crossword puzzle, is published in the New York World.
1988 - A bomb explodes on board Pan Am flight 103 over Lockerbie, Dumfries and Galloway, killing 270.

1118 - Thomas Becket, Lord Chancellor of England and Archbishop of Canterbury (d. 1170)
1401 - Tommaso Masaccio, Italian painter (d. 1428)
1879 - Joseph Stalin, Leader of the Russian Communist Party from from 1928 to 1953 (d. 1953)
1921 - Vampira (Maila Nurmi), Finnish-born actress

1940 - F. Scott Fitzgerald, American writer (b. 1896)

Now back to the important business of blowing pieces of brain out through my nose and being almost completely deaf.
  • Current Mood
    sick sick

Things being on the up

Things, as the title might suggest, seem to be on the up.

My sister moved into the flat yesterday where I have been living with a mad spoilt racist for 6 months. Now the racist is gone. It's a breath of sweet liberal air to no longer have to explain things like the vital role of immigrants in the British economy over breakfast. Instead we can just talk about toast.

The housewarming we had yesterday unfortunately was more of a house-breaking, and my self assembly skills (or lack thereof) were exposed as two chairs and a sofa all imploded. But I'm sure it's nothing a tube of superglue won't fix.

Louise also sat me down and made me write out a plan for the next 18 months so life gets a bit less aimless. Stuff to look forward to: Doing a politics A-Level, going to France, moving in with friends...

And (and!) I have gone from the pathetic and frankly ludicrous position of being seemingly unemployable (having been turned down for the last 15 jobs I applied for - even selling socks) it now looks, tentatively, like I might have secured two. Maybe. Hopefully. Let's all cross our fingers because the long-distance relationship travelling fund (all my money in the whole world) is now down to its last tragic pennies.

And and and I discovered the best greasy spoon ever, right on my doorstep. Crawled there this morning with Lou and her boyfriend for fried egg sandwiches to soothe the lingering effects of last nights revelry. Mmm. Revelry. And sandwiches.


I started college this week. I have yet to come to any conclusions. Although whenever I'm not sure how I feel, I tend to use my thumb (and raggedynes thereof) as a barometer. And I have to be honest, it's not looking good. The two chewed patches (one either side of the nail) have met in the middle. Uh oh.

I was very spoilt at St Paul's by only having intelligent interesting people around. I freely admit that I'm a brain snob, so turning up at St Martin's to realise that the clever ones are going to be an extreme minority was a little disappointing.

I am also very bad at meeting new groups. Well, I am very good for about five minutes but then I accidentally say things like "I hate you" and don't know how to retrace my steps.

Yeaches. On the plus side, I spent a lot of this afternoon hopping on and off busses for the first project they set. How I love busses. Mmm. I really hope the routemasters are still running in November when Erick visits. They're phasing the routemasters out. Which is a crying shame.

And now, to pastures new. Or at least upstairs.
  • Current Mood
    blah blah


Itchy itchy itchy itchy eyes can't see think ah.

(Conclusion, I'm allergic to London)
  • Current Mood


My mustard preferences (type of, amount of) just made my eyes water so much that I cried.
Note to self: never go so long without wholegrain mustard (known to all you coffeeshop types as spicy mustard) again.

Ps. Isn't it nice when you come home from some concerted dancing/drinking to find a whole roast chicken in the fridge? I just think that's so considerate on behalf of the roast chicken buyer (considering said roast chicken buyer is tee-total so would not understand the urgent need for roast chicken at such a moment.)

Buying my own food is going to suck.
  • Current Music
    I was listening to pulp on my way home...


When I woke up this morning, I found out that Erick has bought his ticket to come and see me in November...
That I was having scrambled eggs with mushrooms and spinach for breakfast... (Well, I didn't so much discover this as decide)...
And that the sun was shining.

Today I am relegating glumness to the bottom of my dressing up box.
  • Current Music
    Lord Anthony. Although that doesn't quite fit my mood.

(no subject)

Right, well, while I wait for certain people in certain timezones to be done with the sleep cycle of their days so I can maybe call them and berate myself, I shall take impotant online quizzes. Clearly more important than, say, doing anything constructive like getting gas and a phone line for my new flat, or drying out flood damaged things.

So. To the quizzes.

You Are Western Boots

Your boots can sure walk a long mile - but they're still chic!

Your 80s Heartthrob Is

Kirk Cameron

7 things that scare you:
1. Big crowds in enclosed spaces. And open spaces. (Big crowds, then.)
2. Fires in big crowds.
3. Never really doing anything with myself
4. That my kids will never know my grandmother
5. Getting unhappy in the winter
6. Graphic descriptions of freak accidents
7. Being alone at night in the city, somewhere dark. (Sometimes. Sometimes it's wonderful)

7 things you like the most:
1. Waking up feeling positive
2. Fruit salad
3. Dresses
4. Finding lost things in the street
5. My closest friends (My brother and my boyfriend. How sad.)
6. Books that make you read all night but stop at the last ten pages because you don't want it to finish.
7. Seeing an idea come to fruition. And it being better than you thought.

7 random facts about you:
1. I used to have a very very sticky outy belly button.
2. My wrists ache a lot.
3. For 6 months when I was a kid, I refused to wear shoes.
4. I get worse hangovers than anyone else I know. But today I don't, which is nice.
5. I pick off the skin on my right thumb and eat it. I'm repulsive.
6. I am endlessly intrigued by images of the Virgin and Child.
7. I worry that growing up in a single parent family will make it hard to have successful relationships in the future.

7 things you plan to do before you die:
1. Open a cafe that serves only breakfast food. (Perfect soft eggs and coffee. Mmm.)
2. Sell clothes in a boutique that also sells cocktails.
3. Visit every European city on my list (it's long)
4. Become fluent in French
5. Do some good.
6. Be a teacher
7. Live in New York

7 things you can’t do:
1. Admit that I'm wrong.
2. Stop sneezing. Right now.
3. Disguise my dislike for people.
4. Walk in uncomfortable shoes, high-heeled or otherwise.
5. Paint (although this is because I never really tried.)
6. Make an omelette. Or spell one. How embarrassing.
7. Argue about something I really care about without crying. Which never helps my case.

7 things you can do:
1. Ugly drawings
2. Dance (in my own special, special way)
3. Waste time.
4. Cook (everything but omelettes)
5. Take charge
6. Intimidate. If I want to.
7. Make new friends quickly.

7 things that attract you to the opposite sex:
1. Talent
2. Enthusiasm
3. Enjoyable hands and arms
4. Pretty eyes, lips, nose, hair, skin.
5. Good clothes. I'm that shallow.
6. Music.
7. Amusant-ness.

7 things you say the most:
1. I don't know.
2. I'm tired.
3. Little one.
3. I'm just sad.
4. I'm hungry
5. I had the weirdest dream...
6. I miss you.
7. I'm an idiot.

4 celeb crushes (whether local or foreign):
1. Cilian Murphy
2. Scarlet Johansen.
3. Stephin Merritt
4. Conor Oberst.