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Daddy pays the bills

Ray and Bev attended a fancy dress party last night.
Dad didn't know what to go as. So at work his colleague suggested as such:

"You should put a condom on your nose."
"Why?" replied my Dad
"Because when someone asks you what you've come as, you could say 'Fuck knows'"

He's 56 years of age ladies and gentlemen.

Cecil Beaton

I've always been a tepid fan of Cecil Beaton. I saw some of his photos at the Tate last year and I really enjoyed the light and the Wizard of Oz / 1930's thing going on with his photographs. So on the train this morning I was flicking through my guide to London Design Festival and saw a small small advert for Cecil Beaton Fabrics - sketchbook collection launch. So I thought oh cool I'll be able to see his sketchbooks and his influences and work out where he got the idea for the light from. N'no.

Firstly it was at the Royal Academy of Engineering, which is on a street adjacent to The Mall. Very peculiar. Anyway so I went in and was shown where to go, and this woman asks me, 'are you here for the Cecil Beaton thing?' Yes I replied. This was no time for lying. She ushered me along a corridor introducing herself. (Susie? Jan? Maybe Andrea?) So we get to the room after coming up a rather beautiful staircase, and announces me to the room. Thanks Susie. So there were like 4 people and were obviously involved in the exhibition. I say exhibition, there were about 5 pieces on display. I had a gander, making an extra attempt to tilt my head to the side, to make them think I was super into it. I think I may have even gone 'mmm' at some point. Then some rather sharply dressed man bounds up to me, declaring himself the photographer. Photographer for what now? "Oh you must, you must, We have the most divine set up next door. You must, you must." I am ushered once again into another room where there are three photo shoot set ups. "Which set up would you like?" Oh um, that one. "Right now peeeer through the muslin dahhling, peeeer." So I'm standing on a role of white paper, in very flattering light, being told by some photographer (let's call him Marvin*) telling me to "peeeeer" through the muslin in Central London, on my own**. The most surreal moment of my year. Most def.

The photos are supposed to be racking up on this www thing soon. Watch this space.

Here is the kind of thing I was looking for. AZ does not tell you these things.



* I'm being mean. He was nice and not as dandy as I'm making him out to be. Sorry Marv.
** Apparently they were trying to recreate the light and poses that Beaton had done. And I'm pree sure they'll come out like this one ^^

GOLD (gold)

Some lads?boys?manfolk from my year posted this video on Youtube. And it is hilare. It includes my former Head Boy, Leon the singing one, who ACTUALLY received a phone call from Gary Kemp. NO LIE! Anyways go watch and watch GMTV tomorrow, Spandau Ballet are on and they may mention it. GOLD!!

Come Dine With Me Me

I refuse to write about my own night. Guest writers are welcome *I'm talking to you friends*




Starters: Bruschetta with various spreads and delights, all courtesy of Jamie O << Official sponsor of our Come Dine With Me 2009.




Main: Baked pasta with shit loads of basil. Can I just say I made the tomato sauce and it had to simmer for AN HOUR. That's a damn lot of simmering. Thanks again to Jamie.



There was also linguine with prawns, chilli, garlic and ginger. My own recipe.



There were also Meatballs, WHICH I made from scratch. But I shan't be showing you those as they were really rather turd like. But they tasted nice. I shan't be showing you the dessert either. All I can say is FAIL. (It was nasty nasty choclit mousse, but did provide a lot of lolzzz)



Then we danced to Thriller. Standard.




Shit I'm going to miss them all SOOOOOOOOO much,



And that was Come Dine With Me 2009. Currently listening to One Day Like This, and I'm feeling rather teary about the whole shananigan. This was by far the most productive, wholesome good fun we've ever had. I suggest you follow suit. Thank you Come Dine With Me 2009, and stay tuned for our winter warmer special; "COCKTAILS OF PREFERENCE: which one will get us most pissed?" Things change.

Fetes++Fields

Who needs friends

You're all guilty of it. I had one of those gross photobooth sessions with interesting results. Happy 09.09.09 day by the way!

(500) Days of Summer ++ The Temper Trap

Yay we went to see (500) Days of Summer on Sunday? Yeah Sunday? After a long shopping day at Westfields and the cow of a woman behind the ticket kiosk*, made me pay for a full price ticket, I was less than in a mood to waste money on a crap film. But by gum was it good! I have absolutely no love for Zooey Deschanel. She was so fun and 'quaint' in Yes Man, but in this she makes me soo angry! He's rather attractive and mopey and lol. Everybody keeps going on about the split screen reality bit, and it is very good, and made me wanna cry at the end of the it. Ladies go see it. Boys maybs give it a miss, tis a chick flick. Unless you have a thing for Zoooooey. Which will be irreversibly squished forever and ever amen.

*Yes ok, maybe my NUS card had expired, but she could have been pleasant.

The soundtrack to the film was fan-dally-tastic and included such tracks by The Temper Trap, which leads me to my second item. All hail The Temper Trap. Cannot tell you how gutted I am they have sold out Heaven in London, but I may haul my ass up to Birmingham they are THAT good. They're kind of a mix between old U2, Snow Patrol, Take That, Phoenix, The Shins. Eek I'm running out of references. And the singing kind of reminds a bit of Mika, BUT don't let that put you off. Ha! Poor Mika. Anyways try for yourself.

And go see the film. Good day.