all packed for Pimlico!

By amy ~ October 7th, 2017 @ 11:12 pm No Comments »

I’m back! For a full twenty two hours, anyway…

Grimmfest continues in Manchester without me and was worth every penny despite the briefness of my stay; 68 Kill, Ruin Me and Better Watch Out (all titles I missed at FrightFest) were all well worth a look as was Poor Agnes first thing yesterday morning. I also got to poke around Selfridges, have a tram ride and eat so much in Wagamama that I resembled a hugely pregnant person and only just had enough room left for a couple of scoops of eyewateringly-priced Ben & Jerry’s at the Vue. Thank you, stretchy jersey dress.

Even the Dance Of The Illuminated Phone Screens which ruined GF for me the last time I went was largely absent, although my day pass did require my sitting closer to the front which probably helped. In the spirit of further improvement and to the organisers, who may or not be reading, I’d like to suggest that if a film has an extra bit (a twist, a deleted scene, even a silly outtake) after the ‘main’ ending, don’t shut off the sound the second the credits roll so you can stand up and talk over them about something else and make everybody miss it – in fact, maybe don’t stand up and start talking at all for a little while; the big giveaway being that if something, anything is still playing both on the screen and through the sound system, that means IT HASN’T FINISHED YET. And this was from a filmmaker at a film festival, for Joe Strummer’s sake. I think I’d rather put up with the phones – actually no, I wouldn’t.

Fun over and a very early start to dash back this morning; getting into gear for London was this afternoon punctuated with Scarborough’s FA Trophy preliminary against South Shields, which ended about as well as could be expected after the late night on Tuesday and some seriously tough opposition. We may have lost (and lost 5-2), but with six goals in the first half and Lord knows how many near-misses in the second, I couldn’t have been more knackered if I’d been on the pitch for ninety minutes myself, which all things considered probably wouldn’t have done any real harm. We’ll be concentrating on the FA Cup instead, then. Hey ho.

That all out of the way, the bags are packed and final bits (including this!) are being finished off before bed – I’ve been happy to hear that the new pictures have been a bit of a hit and it’s made for a busy week, although since the additional unedited, mostly makeup-free and generally downright unkempt selfie pics of recent weeks are proving popular too (at least as and possibly more than the proper pics even) here above is another from 2am-ish yesterday after the films! One of these days I’ll just open the door for a booking with my face scrubbed and maybe a dressing gown on (that’ll learn ’em), but not this week; Pimlico beckons and with a little pit stop over to the East on Wednesday before home time, I promise to try and stay presentable.

A quick recap then and to finish off, October’s first Song Of The Week. Without wanting to be trite (since this would have held its own just as well if I’d posted it a month ago) a hopefully fitting tribute to Tom Petty, without whom I suspect I wouldn’t have much of a record collection. Glorious.

More soon! And just on the off chance, if anybody wants to email and tell me what the extra end tag is after the first flush of credits in ‘Better Watch Out’, please do! Much appreciated.

Pictures! Grimmfest! That London!

By amy ~ September 30th, 2017 @ 10:44 pm No Comments »

And they’re finally here – some new pictures! These are courtesy of my enormously talented and patient friend KimberlyC who joined me in throwing ourselves to the serene and welcoming embrace of Huddersfield’s Titanic Spa last weekend for a bit of well deserved down time, as well as an impromptu take-it-in-turns photo session to make the most of both the relentlessly tasteful decor and also the decidedly advantageous position (from my POV at least) of actually having somebody to press the shutter button who isn’t a battery operated device. And thank God for that.

A swim plus some heat, steam & a special restorative mudbath later and we were all set to prance around in lingerie and heels, strike a few poses and drag furniture hither and yon for as long as we had some daylight. I’m aware I reneged on one assurance – not only was there a complete absence of hairbrush (as anybody looking can see for themselves) but in all the excitement there was no time even for a wash and tidy up so as is generally the way, the clumpy, wiggly and sticky-outy bits – replete with dried pool water and little bits of mud – were left to do their own thing. At least nobody can claim the images aren’t representative.

Above is an example for anyone interested in How To Make Pictures; the original complete with pile of unrelated oddbods in the corner (yes, that’s a Boyes bag) to the left and the light adjusted, colour and saturation filtered (a bit) and cropped (so now minus a Boyes bag but sadly also some boobage, and less sadly the weird spike of shortish hair up on the top left) finished version on the right. And that’s how Picasa works!

I have a few more of the rough pics still to go through and I might well make some more of these but there are more photo-spa trips planned! Well, there’s no shortage of hotel spas, and winter’s on the way; as detailed last time, a fairly frenetic month is coming up even as I write with Grimmfest in Manchester hurtling up at the end of this week before an early doors dash home again first thing Saturday morning to get packed, prior to the mighty Boro’s chance to get their own back on South Shields in the FA Trophy fixture. Hopefully the Tuesday night replay after todays 2-2 draw with Stratford won’t wear anybody out too much (and fingers crossed anybody travelling to attend will enjoy singing the song about a pineapple as much as I did this afternoon).

Fish, chips, mushy peas and an early night prior to a similarly early start for Pimlico will be on the cards afterwards – it’s been far too long and the gentle leafiness will be very welcome indeed; just to keep us all awake I’ve planned a day over in the City too before leaving for home just to scope things out. My last on-the-way-back one dayer was a lot of fun if tiring, and it never hurts to have a change of scene, after all.

A brief update then, and a very fitting Song Of The Week to bring some cheer back after the stinging disappointment at my failure to get Prodigy tickets on Friday morning. Bugger it. Everything else is pretty fucking great.

More soon! For local folks not around before Thursday midday-ish, I’ll be back the following Thursday – hang fire. London folks, I’ll see you in a week…

back to the back end…

By amy ~ September 18th, 2017 @ 10:06 am No Comments »

And as the calm descends and the routine returns after the excitement of FrightFest, the next few weeks are shaping up nicely if no less expensively with gigs, films, spa days, a beer festival and lots of general opportunities for fun stuff. Just in time for the darker evenings creeping up on us and the onset of autumn proper; the temperature here in Scarborough at least is dropping fast from fine-with-jumper to definitely-coat and the much-enjoyed annual two or three days of warmth are long forgotten, although the sun is well and truly out today (obviously, since I’m stuck inside waiting for UPS after an early doors dentist appointment).

A few changes to the usual October routine; my trip to Celluloid Screams in Sheffield will be replaced by a foray over to Grimmfest in Manchester earlier in the month (I know I said I’d never return after the rage-inducing lack of mobile phone policing and consequent Diwali-like film watching experience, but doing an evening and one full day is the compromise), which segues in neatly just prior to my first return to Pimlico in six months or so on the Sunday – yay! Another crack at South Shields for Scarborough Athletic in the FA Trophy fixture divides the weekend nicely, although I’ll be speeding through the packing on the Saturday morning and have already mentally prepared for the vital components I’m likely to forget this time; usually wetwipes or shampoo but on one memorable occasion underwear, necessitating an emergency dash to Primark (in Liverpool, I think).

It does mean almost a full week away from Scarborough, but bar an unexpected extra London trip in November following a train ticket purchasing fail (both visits will be from the 8th to 11th of the month, so joining the dots there probably not too difficult) I will be settling in comfortably for the autumn months with little interruption after this next weekend; the coming Friday will be cut short as I head off to Brixton to bounce about a bit to Sleaford Mods after lunch (much as I did for the Pixies some ten months ago), Saturday will be spent catching up with non-work London now that the schools are back including (hopefully) a trip to visit the blue whale at the NHM followed up with a pot of tea and an as-elegant-as-I-can-muster (ie not terribly, but I’ll stick some Chanel jewellery on and try to look imperious) waft through the Balenciagas at the V&A over the road. Next Monday’s kick off will be delayed thanks to a last minute spa trip on the Sunday which – ably assisted by my lovely friend Kimberly C who I haven’t seen for aaages – should result in some new pictures too! No guarantees, since past experiences of spa days have shown me that purposeful activity at any level beyond staying awake is challenging enough, but I’ll do my best and in the meantime, here’s one from (gasp) Right Now!

Unadorned photos taken an hour after a tooth extraction don’t scare me, if for no reason other than that it can only get better (and also because the folk amongst us looking only for prices and porn pics won’t be reading) but I do promise to make more of an effort for the proper ones, possibly even employing a hairbrush. Plus I can show off my new glasses – after stubbornly hanging onto my beloved Prada curly frames until they started to fall off and I was two prescriptions to the worse, the world is now effectively in HD. This may or may not turn out to be a good thing.

Over in I-can’t-believe-I-need-to-post-this corner following a baffling email this week from somebody I’ve met previously (so should thus really have more sense) and for clarification purposes, a word on discounts. The slight reduction for daytime incalls here in Scarborough apparently isn’t enough for some people, but it’s as good as you’re going to get and asking for a cheaper rate still because you have to buy a train ticket/take a half day off work/sell your worldly possessions to see me and therefore think I will be falling over myself to make a financial contribution towards your expensive habits is not only futile but will make you look like a monumental cunt. Yes, I know I will miss out on your company and that of your penis as a result. I can live with it.

Lecture over. To celebrate my upcoming Friday night out and provide a link to last time since Moptop‘s subject is none other than Boris Johnson, here we are in the kitchen with the Sleaford Mods for Song of the Week. I have no idea what people under forty make of the lads, but they’ll do for me.

More soon!

the good, the bad and the sleepy…

By amy ~ August 31st, 2017 @ 7:19 pm 3 Comments »

And it’s all over for another year! FrightFest, that is.

Judging by the amount of money spent, food put away and sleep missed it’s probably just as well although there was much to enjoy even without the films – a celestially good and desirably bourbon-laced vanilla hardshake from Byron (even though I hold it responsible for my sleeping through lack of attention during the Spanish thriller I had wanted to see afterwards), a couple of cheerful early morning runs before the temperature got too close to 30 degrees and which included a lap of St James’s Park in the opposite direction to Boris Johnson, who looked significantly more hot and uncomfortable than I was even at half past seven in the morning.

I also have a new favourite Kings Cross breakfast spot in German Gymnasium, whose beautifully peaceful interior combined with the provision of huge dollops of cheesy mash with sauerkraut, ham and fried egg at early doors deserves not only an award but possibly its own Bank Holiday. The ladies toilets alone are nicer than my flat (as pictured along with the aforementioned Black Forest Bake which also – predictably – put me comfortably to sleep during Seuls (Alone), a spectacularly dull and threadbare lump of French/Belgian sci-fi filler which was bunging up the post lunch slot on the Friday) and I’ll be back at a later hour for some unpronounceable sausagey stuff as soon as is humanly possible.

Of the films, I can recommend Lowlife, The Bar and obviously¬†Meatball Machine Kodoku even if I’m still none the wiser regarding what it was about three days after having seen it than I was three days before, despite this time actually managing to remain awake throughout. The Empire IMAX screen is stupendously (and entirely appropriately) gigantic, the air conditioning is best described as a blunt instrument and there were STILL people queuing to get into the Leicester Square Lego store every time I passed it during opening times. Best of all, an unexpected new pal was made following a director’s giveaway of props from his short film; ‘Bear 33/52’ had a supporting role in Teddy Bear’s Picnic, apparently did his own stunts (winding up a bit on the scorched side) and will be accompanying me on future trips after proving himself an ideal travel buddy on the journey home, maintaining a kindly yet purposeful air, taking up virtually no seat space and saying absolutely nothing whatsoever. Perfect.

Back in the real world and with school holidays ending next week and hopefully no more flash floods, falling masonry or parking space fuckery (I’ll tell you when I see you) I am settled back in Scarborough for the duration; the duration being roughly six weeks when I’ll be off to my favourite corner of Pimlico for some nice quiet R&R and hopefully also some F, at least for a couple of days. Details will follow soon – and a pre-Christmas return to Victoria is also in the planning stages! Celluloid Screams in Sheffield also beckons towards the end of October, and any potential availability there will be decided when the programme is released in a weeks’ time. Any (admittedly unlikely) repeat of Seuls is a shoe in for a skive, that much is a given.

In honour of the German Gymnasium and the unparalleled joys of early morning cheesy sauerkraut mash, who better for Song Of The Week than Kraftwerk! Also to gently remind a friend of mine that whilst undoubtedly fantastic, Aphex Twin who I’ll pick next time for anybody who hasn’t seen the Windowlicker video for a bit did not suddenly invent electronica in the early 90’s. And Brian Eno isn’t German.

More soon! Maybe summer will come back.

Further Reading

all packed for Pimlico!

Pictures! Grimmfest! That London!

back to the back end…

the good, the bad and the sleepy…

the boys are back in town!


may day!

a few quick words about…

i’m worth a million in prizes…

spring! (fingers crossed)

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