forty four!

By amy ~ January 21st, 2017 @ 6:10 pm No Comments »

It’s that time again, or nearly anyway – the traditional birthday blog is a day early thanks to tomorrow’s newly planned activities (the original plan of staying in bed all day binge-watching Detectorists and finishing off the last of the Christmas chocolate has been postponed to next weekend) and since I’ve not got round to a mid month update I’m best just getting on with it.

A bit of research has told me that tomorrow’s birthday means I’m joining the forty four year old ranks of Cameron Diaz, Eminem, Zinedine Zidane and Idris Elba, which if I was a dinner party person rather than just a dinner person probably wouldn’t be such a bad lineup, plus I’d be the youngest. January 22nd is also the day that US President Harry Truman set up the CIA in 1946 (seventy one years later the best outcome we can hope for is that their newest incumbent makes it through the next twenty four hours without starting a war) and in 1973 itself whilst I was making my way into the world in Edinburgh, George Foreman beat Joe Frazier in the second round of the Sunshine Showdown to become the world heavyweight champion. I daresay the Jamaican location was enjoying a lot more sunshine than we had in Leith at the time (and there’s a song in there somewhere!)

Back to the present and the last couple of weeks has seen a fair bit of chopping, changing and dashing about, a couple of trips to the pictures (and another in the pipeline tomorrow since La La Land has finally arrived in Scarborough – yay), some bitter disappointment at the complete and abject failure of Thundersnow to put in even a brief appearance (booo) but everything is settling into the usual winter routine and the first London trip of the year is fast approaching! I will be back in Waterloo for what seems like the first time in ages which after five months it really is – a few days in everybody’s favourite fabulous riverside hotel will be just the job and I’m very much looking forward to it, not least because I hope to finally get inside the new Lego shop.

It’ll certainly be the kiss of death for No Spend Week, an occasional exercise which discourages frittering – this week’s total spend was 41p on bananas, without counting the January tax bill – but then the act of boarding a train to London pretty much means the end of thrift and frugality, even for somebody so tight that she never travels without her own Weetabix. I can resume it when I get back. It’ll be like nothing happened.

Business as usual then the coming week bar possibly Monday depending on how I feel when I wake up and how cold it is – the responsibilities of gainful self-employment don’t come without their perks, right enough. And we have a lovely birthday song!

More soon! Time to make haste to the curry house, another reason why Monday could potentially be off the cards.

it’s 2017!

By amy ~ January 7th, 2017 @ 3:02 pm No Comments »

…and back to work we go, after a lovely few days spent cosy on the big settee catching up on the Christmas films missed whilst away and busy-busy last week, not least with trips to the Museum of London, Borough Market for supplies and a special evening out to see Lazarus at the Kings Cross theatre which I would gladly recommend to anyone. And I am resolutely not a theatre person.

Also on the itinerary was an outing to the new Lego store at Leicester Square, only to be thwarted when it turned out to have five lanes of queue just to get through the door. I did manage to get a look through the window, and as a lifelong Lego fan a return is definitely on the cards when I’m back at the end of the month, more than likely teamed with a night at the pictures to see the Trainspotting sequel (thoughtfully released just after my birthday and pretty much guaranteed to be on everywhere). If anybody with better timing or just more patience than me has actually been inside, I am officially green with envy.

A bare thirty nine hours or so into the New Year I did manage to get and stay perpendicular for long enough to watch the mighty Scarborough Athletic beat Goole 2-0 and somehow without getting frostbite, despite the kiosk having catastrophically run out of Bovril. Almost a whole week in now and things are settling back to normal, the decorations are back in the loft (and thanks to Henry’s sterling efforts the carpet is entirely without bits of tree) and a gentle time beckons; tomorrow in particular marks what would have been David Bowie’s seventieth birthday and respects will be paid no doubt with help from the folk at 6Music, my go to station and unofficial guarantors of at least two Bowie songs an hour even on a normal day. This week last year was not a good one and that’s a fact, so I’m making no concrete plans at all for the next few days. We’ll see.

My turn for the birthday precisely two weeks after the man himself’s – yay! Another update at some point before that amid the January coldness; thankfully everywhere that needs to be is warm and whilst the leftovers are getting a bit sparse now, there’s still enough to keep me occupied for now, at least. A few changes are afoot too, and not least the oft-promised new pictures – more of that soon! My progress with the new phone is, well, progressing (and huge thanks to the kind gentleman in Pimlico who showed me how to answer it when somebody rang after two full weeks of being completely unable to figure it out by myself).

Song of the Week follows some more terribly sad news over Christmas, but will hopefully help to keep the cold out! I remember queuing in Woolies to buy this one (and believing the video below to be possibly the most glamorous thing I had Ever Seen Ever). May George Michael, a thoroughly nice bloke, rest in peace.

Being the weekend, B&Q beckons (well, obviously). More soon…

1 more sleep…

By amy ~ December 24th, 2016 @ 12:24 pm No Comments »

It’s Christmas Eve already – yay! Where did the week go?

Another thing that has gone is my Samsung tablet, which took a completely unspectacular tumble no more than a couple of feet onto a rug and refused point blank to work from then onwards. Since replacing the digitiser (which the screen is attached to, the point of it being to make a bit of glass into a touch screen) costs roughly as much as replacing the entire thing I have finally gone against type and bought a shiny touchscreen smartphone and after only two factory resets I am pleased to say I’m getting the hang of it, but I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in that I would rather not have had to less than a week before Christmas.

Still, the camera seems to work well so the much-vaunted new pictures might be closer than we think! They’ll necessarily need to be post turkey (not that the turkey has much of an effect compared with the mince pies, pudding and Quality Street, which I have incredibly managed to find in an actual tin this year instead of one of the weird plastic tubs) but as soon as I have a few minutes inbetween the fridge, Spotify and Elf I’ll give it a go. Or more likely, I might stick to sitting amongst the twinkly lights eating biscuits and watching TV with the fishes, for now at least.

The bags are packed for next week and London bookings are trickling in so it’s possibly worth pointing out – should I need to – that my phone is off for calls now and will be off COMPLETELY from this evening until Tuesday morning when I fill up some tupperwares and head for Pimlico to wake things up a bit. Next Scarborough incalls will provisionally be Wednesday January 4th 2017, and hopefully there’ll still be some leftovers so I don’t have to resort to digging out the spare secret turkey from the freezer at the flat.

The second Song Of The Week and another Christmas favourite to enjoy! To all who have visited this year as well as those who have yet to, a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. It’s been an odd one, alright.

See you next year!

i fought the floor…

By amy ~ December 18th, 2016 @ 4:00 pm No Comments »

…and the floor (nearly) won. It’s finally down – or at least most of it is – but dear God, the dust.

To anybody who called in the days that followed and was faintly surprised to hear the late Leonard Cohen answering, unfortunately that was me. And more is to come since there’s still the final rooms-worth of it to go, but for the time being it’s done with and thanks to mine and Henry’s sterling efforts the mess is almost gone, New Speaker is temporarily ensconced on a shelf nearby and the house is finally settling into Christmas mode, especially now that my living room no longer resembles the Steptoes’ yard.

It’s been a busy couple of weeks even leaving the floor aside – the 24 hour dash to Brixton and back for the Pixies could be said to have set things back a bit further but seriously, who cares – worth every hour and every penny including the twenty quid for the T-shirt I swore I wouldn’t buy. Never has standing on a slope in a darkened room listening to a short, bald man screaming for two hours been so entirely uplifting (and I’ve spent many a two hour stretch in darkened rooms with men of all shapes and sizes) but alarming in the sense that everybody present both on stage and off looked like a proper grown up. More alarming still is that I probably do too. Not to me though, which is all that matters.

Back home and the last of the Christmas preparations are in full swing; the cake is marzipanned and (as of last night) iced following an afternoon of playing nicely in the kitchen with snowflake stamps, tree is up, turkey is ordered, shopping is done, presents are wrapped and the Christmas Radio Times (the publication of which signifies the official start of Christmas in this house, at least) is bought. This week promises to be a calm and relaxing build up to the day itself with little left to do. Optimism is the way forward.

And as we can see, the Christmas page is up! Not that it’ll make any difference to those reading on Adultw╬┐rk, who will just have to learn to click through if they want availability since posting details of it on the profile page is strictly verboten (to the extent that I’ll even have to cut this sentence out as I copy and paste it over) on pain of getting unceremoniously dumped from the site without warning or explanation. But I digress; what getting all the jobs out of the way in good time (a habit I fell into over years of working in London every December for the whole week before the break and having to get everything done before I set off) does allow for is a fairly seamless final working week and I will not only be keeping company at my flat every day this week, but until later than usual too – yay! Usual caveats of booking before 5pm for those calling on the day will apply, but bar Thursday I will be taking bookings until 9pm instead of 7 and I would recommend getting in in good time. It’ll be fun!

London will be hot on Boxing Day’s heels on Tuesday week for anybody wanting to cosy up in Pimlico, but no need to worry about that now; Song of the Week is one of my all time Christmas favourites and it never hurts to have a bizarre yet festive video accompaniment.

More soon! Mince pies are beckoning, and thanks to the resounding success of my pre-Christmas WeightWatchers stint (to the extent that my clothes are now all too big) I can have as many as I like. Roll on next week…

Further Reading

forty four!

it’s 2017!

1 more sleep…

i fought the floor…

back from the smoke!

back to the beginnings!

hokus pokus…

stir it up…

two years, two days and two hours…

it’s later than you think…

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