Stuff

Ooooh! Quantum Leap/TNG Crossover dream last night! Can't remember much of it, but I seem to recall it was actually rather grim. We're watching the Trilogy on our QL Lovefilm discs at the moment, which is a nice premise but weirdly done. The second episode was pretty much a carbon copy of the first, only with Sam falling in lust/love with the girl he was previously protecting as a daughter. Eww. And it had the. Longest. Recap. Evar. at the start. As much as I hate to admit it, Series 5 was rather sharky-jumpy. I blame the craply rejigged theme tune.

Although it won't particularly affect me, I really hope for my London Friends' sakes that they don't end up in a city Mayored by a flipping cartoon character. Yes, Ken annoys me too, but Boris? A man who, if he were to be summed up in one word, that word would be 'Whoops' (or possibly, 'Crikey')? Ye Gods. People declared by braying, polo shirted pricks as 'Fucking Legends' should exist solely to appear on Friday night telly and entertain said honking pillocks, not to govern. Plus my tellybox has been full enough of smug, shiny faced Tories getting all frisky at the scent of power this morning as it is. Make it stop, in the name of jimminy!

Is anybody else amazed and outraged at the lack of tact and decency in the media's reaction to that poor woman in Austria? I mean, this is someone who has suffered torture on a scale that is almost impossible to comprehend, as have her children. And how is she treated on her release? Oh, she's turned into a ghoulish freakshow in order to flog shitty newspapers. Several papers yesterday boasted that they had the 'first photos of Cellar Woman' (Cellar Woman - classy.) I mean, why do we need to know? Why would we need photos and floorplans of the prison she was kept in for any reason other than to intrude on her tragedy and satisfy morbid curiousity? It's just adding to her brutalisation. Leave her the fuck alone.

Mummy's down for a whole week, staying in a swanky hotel in the country. Yay!

That's right! I've always been this glamorous.

Oh dear God! An old college friend has put a photo up on faceachebook of me at the legendary Rock City back in 97 (or 98, I'm not quite sure). Here's 17-year-old me - I have absolutely no idea who those people are I'm with!



Please note: real men's army trousers from an Army Surplus Store, with wallet shoved in leg pocket creating attractive bulge. This, in addition to my Biker Dyke 'inferno' Going Out Top, short hair and evident lack of make-up (I would have worn some going out - it must be the end of the night and I've drank and sweated it all off) creates, shall we say, a rather Masculine look. I'm trying to tell myself that it was simply that androgyny was very fashionable during the mid-late 90s Indie scene, and not just that I used to go out every weekend looking like a bit of a lesbian.