Thunderbirds are Ho… Mo

Hello! I know, it’s been a while, eh? That’s because… I’ve been on holiday (or something), road trippin’ it around the UK. I know, mad, huh? Here’s my holiday diary. I promise it won’t be boring and/or tedious, and/or too long.

Wednesday 26th of July

Set off from Chelmsford! We stopped off in Bath for lunch (I don’t remember where, though, sorry). But we reached our final destination at about 4pm. Caerphilly, Wales. We stayed in a scraggly 2 star bugger of a hotel. The lady who owned it was being turfed out in six weeks or something, so she had stopped caring and stuff. It was alright, though, I guess. A room. Except we were right at the front, on the main road. Every time a car went past, our door shook. But the woman who owned it was pleasant. She was very fake tanny (or tanned?) and was this odd shade of ochre. Mmm. Doesn’t matter much, though. We were only there for a night. And we went out for dinner in the pub (The Friendly Fox, I think. It was shit, but the name suggested it’d be fun). And afterwards Tom an I went for a walk around Caerphilly. We say the Castle, which was actually amazingly beautiful. It was about 10.30 pm or something and it was all lit up with spotlights. I’ll try and upload a picture at a later date. Then we walked around this Welsh chav estate. That was fun. Tom got all scared and stuff, it was like, these people aren’t going to hurt you! 8-)

Thursday 27th of July

Set off to Betws-Y-Coed, Wales. We stayed in a three star guest house place, which was alright. This place wasn’t anything special, really. A bit dull, but the guest house was nice. We were right at the top of the place, on the top floor. And we plays Super Mario on the SNES here.

Friday 28th of July

Off to Keswick, in the Lake District. We stayed here for two nights. The hotel was four star. Quite posh. They had Mint Imperials in a bowl on reception. It’s safe to say we demolished a few bowls of them. It was pleasant here, really. We were near to the town, so we walked into town for dinner and such. And the second day we went to town to go shopping. It was nice. Quite small and touristy. Tom wasn’t pleased because, I guess, he goes on holiday to go to all the shops he can go to in Chelmsford or Bluewater. But I liked it. It wasn’t Chelmsford or Bluewater. It was nice.

Sunday 30th of July

Glasgow here we… came. For three nights. I really, really liked Glasgow. It was, essentially, just a bigger version of Chelmsford. A couple more Starbucks, basically, which is fin by me. And it had an underground system, which was handy. And they had a special Indie electro-pop club night on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which is right up my street, except when we went there they were playing fucking Razorshite and they’re new barf ‘In the Morning’ (essentially old barf, now. I think their new barf is ‘America’, which is still barf. In fact, their album is barf, except for two tracks. What a let down after Up all night). But yeah. I loved it here. Tom seemed to as well, mainly because he could go shopping in practically the exact same shops he can in Chelmsford, or Bluewater, or London. Because that’s what we travelled all that distance for… But I’m so sure now that I’d love to move there. It was like, perfect for me. And the accent is the fucking nads. The hotel was cool, too. They had mints, but they weren’t imperial. However, we ate a reasonable amount of them. I bought a bear here, from the Rangers (football club) shop. It’s blue! We named it Barry ‘Scott’ Ferguson after Barry Scott (Cilit Bang!) and Barry Ferguson (Rangers player), who I believe could possibly be the same person.

Wednesday 2nd of August

Off to the Loch Ness. We stayed at the bottom of the Loch, which was cool. The day after we arrived (the next day…) we went for a boat trip up the Loch, which was alright, except it was cold. And then we drove up to this castle that’s on the Loch, but this bored me. I’m not a castle fan. The only castle I seem to have ever found acceptable was this one in Caerphilly. But this one was just ruins, and it was quite boring. I bought a quill, though. I used to have a quill, but it broke, so I’ve now replaced it with a pink one. And I bought a pot of ink. I don’t plan to write a novel with it or anything, but it’s handy to have ink with a quill, surely. I also bought a bear who’s wearing a kilt, with a little sporran. I call him Scottie. I know, how original 8-).

Friday 4th of August

Set off to Edinburgh. The hotel we stayed in was my favourite. It deserved to be more than the three stars it was. It was fantastic. The place itself I guess was pretty average, but the people who owned it were lovely, and it was so homely, which is probably quite hard to do as it was practically a mansion. Edinburgh town was alright. It was like London, but without the underground system, so it was a bit confusing to get around. But they had quite a pleasant Italian buffet place which made very nice sage carrots and courgettes. Fucking vegetarian that I am, I couldn’t eat the spag bol. I didn’t have any pasta, actually, as I’m not a huge fan, but I love spaghetti, but they didn’t have anything I could eat, or that I liked. You know me, I’m fussy.

Sunday 5th of August

We set off to Hartlepool. I know. How random. It was really odd there, actually. It was a bit like a deserted seaside town. I thought it’d be inland, so I was a bit disappointed when I saw the sea (I generally hate seaside towns, except Brighton, obviously). And I also imagined it’d be busier. I know it was a Sunday, but it was still pretty grim. The restaurant we ate in was alright, though. I had mushrooms stuffed with stilton and apple. Nice. And apple crumble and custard for dessert. Mmm. My favourite.

Monday 6th of August.

We set off the Skegness. Butlins, Skegness, none the less. Tom wasn’t pleased about going to Butlins. Neither was Nan. I was excited though. I mean, if we’re going to go to some shite hole like Skegness, why not do something novel with the day and spend the time at Butlins. There were so many chavs. It was quite amusing. It kind of says something about the concordance rates between lower middle class England and chavs/hooligans. But it was cool. Obviously it was cheap and quite shitty, but it was cool. I had fun, laughing at the chavs. I’m not saying it’s right to laugh at chavs, because it’s not. But I mean, typical chavs, with their… chaviness. It’s hard not to, really. Just as I’m sure they laugh at ‘alternative people’.

Tuesday 7th of August

HOME!

So that was our trip to Scotland. It was cool. As I said, I loved Glasgow, and I’ll go back there for another holiday, if not to live their for a while. I’m actually really knackered still, even though I slept so well last night, back in my own bed. I just need some more relaxing time. It’s Nan’s birthday tomorrow, so tomorrow morning I’m going to go off to Tescos to buy some flowers and a card. And I’m cooking dinner tomorrow night, too.

So yeah, that’s all I can really say. Goodnight, god bless, peace out.

xxx

Dastardly Dictatorships

Oh my gosh!

So hello. I've been desperate to write this entry for a couple days now, since I read a certain article, but everytime I got the chance I'd be called away.

So yeah, my favourite director, you know the guy, Chris Cunningham, genius behind such video's as Aphex Twin's Windowlicker and Come To Daddy, Squarepusher's Come On My Selector, Leftfield's Afrika Shox, Bjork's All is Full Of Love, amognst others, has a nw fucken video!

The previously mentioned article I'm talking about is the teeny weeny piece on NME's News page of the 8th July issue which states the new video, for The Horrors - Sheena Is A Parasite, has been deemed unsuitable for TV. ALthough, on a slightly funnier side, Chris apparently came down with a bit of an illness after working with rotting squid for the video.

Starring in the video is Samantha Morton (Minority Report) and the still from the magazine is quite strangely similar to the good ol' Rubber Johnny stills from the book. No surprises there then, I'm pretty sure that Rubber Johnny was done with similar dead meat items.

There are, luckily, a number of places on t'internet to get a hold of the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZMrwZItOGE

Good ol' YouTube. The song's quite good. And I'm glad it's on t'internet.

In lighter news, we have family staying. They came from America (you know the one) and are here until Thursday. I hear we're going t'pub in a bit. It's a shite hole pub, our local, but I guess it'll do. I was bought a t-shirt. Miami Heat. NBA shirt. How class.

Goodbye. xxx

Tom Fancies Roque Santa Cruz *Giggles*

Well I was mid-post writing for this wondrous blogspot t’other day and my whole entire computer just decided to turn off, so I’ve decided, as a precaution, to write up my entries on Microsoft Word, so if my computer decides to do it again I’ll have a time saved version as back up, because Microsoft does that generally wondrous time save thing which I wish a few other programs would do.

Anyway. Hello, my name is Donna. I’m a world famous athlete and mother of seven children. I am currently eating a platter of lobster with my toes because, obvious, I’m typing and rearing half Persian monkeys with my hands. I’m a very busy worker.

*giggles* Ruckus over at the Mother and Baby home opposite us is taking place right now. Some man just screamed from the front garden at the mother of his child who threw something out the window at him. Crazy. There’s always fights over there in the summer. I love being so close to chavs in a way that allows me to monitor them for personal gain.

On another note, it’s quite warm out. My Weather Watcher program on my pc says that Chelmsford is currently a sunny 23 degrees. I’d have to disagree and say it was closer to 28, but in actual fact I’m quite cool. It’s strange. Normally I hate the summer and will do anything to avoid it’s dark and mysterious ways, but this year I’m all for it, baby.

In local news, Muffin was rushed to hospital last week for an emergency fingerectomy. No, I have no idea what I’ve been taking, but it’s good stuff. Want some? Anyway, part of that was true. Muffin (my cat) was taken to the vet last week for her grumbly belly. It seriously sounds like she’s trying to digest a steel moose. Not pleasant. And it vibrates the bed, which is most undesirable, honest.

So she’s on pills at the moment. Test came back and said she had a possible infection, but her grumbles haven’t got much better and she’s halfway through the dose. I’m glad I don’t have to give her that probiotic stuff anymore. It looked like cement, was gritty and smelt like shite. I’m not surprised she spat it out all over my floor, although my lack of surprise doesn’t make up for my *opposite of lack* disgust.

On a lighter note, my hair looks FUCKEN FANTASTIC today. No fucken joke. I don’t know how I did it, but it looks so amazing. It’s just one of those days. Shame I’m stuck inside with hayfever. I can barely breathe when I wake up in the morning, and it just gets progressively worse throughout the day, more so if I’m outside though. And then by about 6pm it’s all gone and I’m breathing like a trooper again. That is, of course, if troopers breath well. I don’t know. Maybe they troop so much that they become out of breath, in which case I don’t breathe like a trooper, I breathe more like an otter.

Here is a little list of the music that has been keeping me going the past couple weeks

• Cibelle – London, London (Ft. Devendra Banhart) – I fucken love that Devendra. He’s a fucken class act. This track is just so amazing. And if you get the chance, check out the video. He dances in a top hat and tails. It’s amazing. I love his hair.
• The Automatic – Monster – I’m really liking the Automatic. Raoul was like fucking magic from the second I heard it, and Monster was the same.
• Muse – Supermassive Black Hole – I cannot believe I’m back into Muse. After ages of not listening because they were so overplayed and I was so bored of them. But this track is magic, as is Map of the Problematique from their new album. Score, Muse, seriously.
• Justice vs. Simian – We Are Your Friends – Do not do a Tom and name it Simian – We Are Your Friends (Vs. Justice) because it looks revolting and is not what’s it’s fucken called. It is a good track, though. Loved it from the second I heard it. The video makes me laugh because it reminds me of having a hangover.
• The Boy Least Likely To – Hugging My Grudge/Fur soft As Fur – Two amazing tracks from their album “the Best Party Ever”, and I know they’re like, last years news, but I find their songs magical and I just want to love them for years to come.
• Brakes – All Night Disco Party (FC Kahuna Remix) – I love this song, the accents make me cry. It’s such a classy little ditty. Mainly because with them it’s just a ‘Non-stop uber rockin’ disco party!’ The album is good, too.
• The Libertines – Campaign of Hate – Such a ferociously class track. Lyrics are sound.
• Dirty Pretty Things – Deadwood – Nuff said

I’ve been listening to a huge excess of R.E.M. and Björk as of late. It’s been ages since I’ve listened to so much R.E.M. but I’m back in love with old Stipey.

Things I’m excited about for the near future? Incubus’s new album out later this year! Justin Timberlake, too. Going to see Pirates of the Caribbean with Rachel, sister of Rachel and anonymous others. Surprise party for George. Holiday to Scotland (some holiday! However, it is fucken Scotland). Exam results (either 17th or 18th of August). Henna! Sometimes I wish it was a little more permanent than, like, 10 days. Tom promised we could go to V in ’07. Camping, too. There’s still tickets for Chelmsford but he’s too ‘poor’ to go. Lazy bastard. It’s only £120. He’d earn £140 between now and then working! That’s like, £20 to spend in Scotland. Cheap bastard. Butters cheap bastard.

My printer’s making weird noises. I don’t get it. It’s been broken for ages and today it’s making noises at me.

Anyway, I shall be off. Update soon, luvvies!

Donna xxx

Lily Allen makes AVERAGE music.

I was quite unimpressed when I read Lily Allen's MySpace blog entry. I understand that everyone is allowed an opinion, and maybe Carl Barat wasn't being too overly enthused about meeting her, but in all fairness, i don't think I'd be.

"Carl Barat is obviously convinced he is God or something ,though the other two guys ( who werent in the Libertines) seemed alright . Carl didn't make eye contact with anyone , not that I could see anyway ( and they have ORGANIC sliced bread on the rider ) . Klaxons were the only people who were likeable and there music is actually something to write home about , unlike the other two . Boys your regurgitated indie rock days are numbered so get over yourselves."

First point at hand, eh? What does organic sliced bread have to do with shit?

Secondly, who is she to criticise Carl? Some bird who's released ONE track, who's album has a grand total of 5 alright tracks, and the rest is utter gobshite? No, I'm sorry, Lily, you ain't all that.

I'll admit, since I got her album (downloaded for free, god knows I wouldn't waste my money...) I've listened a couple times. Tom kept saying about how it improves the more you listen, and at first hear, I liked two songs on it, that's now increased to five, but I can't see it getting better.

Regurgitated indie rock? The Libs made Indie a big thing. They inspired a bout of new Indie bands to come out of the woodwork (Although, some should probably crawl back in). In my humble opinion, The Libertines are fucking Gods. I don't agree with Pete's drug abuse, and whatnot, but I believe if people stopped caring about what he was doing and let him get on with it, he'd be dead within the year and nobody will have to worry anymore. Shame, it has been a waste of talent.

Anyway, enough of Lily.

I've got a fuckin' psychology exam in a weeks time. I've got loads of revision left to do, but I did quite a bit today. Schizophrenia. My best topic this term. I love the Dopamine Hypothesis. Fuckin' turns me on.

Oh, and if you care, Tom's got a little side project at the moment. He's become a singer (Albeit, a bit of a shite one)

www.myspace.com/thomfuller

He wrote a song about me, but in all fairness I've gone off it rapidly as it's sung to Lily Allen's backing track to Smile. She just keeps coming back to haunt me... but give it a listen. My plays are curently in the lead. And it's a song about my 'love' for O-Town. Of course, it's less of a love, more of a obsession. I feel a little twattish now for slating Lily, and then admitting I'm an O-Town obsessive. Of course, though, I realise O-Town suck. They're just so shit that they are fun. And watching them dance is like... agonisingly funny.

But lily sucks.

Carl quite blatantly just oozes talent and charisma and gorgeousness.

I've had enough. I'm going to go listen to the Libs.

xxx

'Cos you see I'm on a losing streak, I can't get no, no no no.

Well hello there. I do hope this entry won't be as depressing as the last (I lie, it's only really depressing for ME, as it was my stupid computer).

So my PC is running, at least. And I'm slowly getting my music back. I had 7000 and something songs on iTunes, and now I have 2536, with about 10 CD's left to go. So I'm getting there. And Tom let me steal about 50% of his stremload inbox, so I've got some stuff from there to go on, too. It's mainly singles and stuff (Some Infernal, a little Chicane, Razorlight, shite like that) and a couple of albums (Sufjan's newie, Fatboy's greatest hits, ¡Forward, Russia!, that sort of thing) but I still have all my rarer music which is difficult to get hold of, and too expensive to actually buy :O

Speaking of expensive, The Pillow Book on dvd from amazon :O:O! £24.99 used and new. I mean, used and new! £24.99. And apparently it doesn't look as good on DVD as it does on video. I dunno, I haven't seen the video in a long time. So I ordered it from play.com instead, £7.99. That's this weeks pocket money gone. I know, I get £30, but I spent the rest on a new pair of vans. They're brown. We went to Freeport, and Nan gave me £20 which I spent in Body Shop on Make-up. I know, dreadful, but it's sparkly make-up, and that makes it all better!

I don't like how slow my PC runs when I'm importing a CD. I can't listen to music, because it skips and jumps, so I have to use my iPod and plug it into my speakers. Even just typing is difficult, because the words are jumping. Sometimes I think technology is too much.

On a lighter note, Sobek was drinking water from a straw yesterday. Not like, sucking it, but I got some water in the straw and he drank it from the bottom. How cute! He can't sit on my face anymore. That moment has passed. He's the size of a Range Rover now. That'd hurt. And I just realised I typed He. He's a girl! She. I meant she. I'd go back and change it, but I'm importing a CD!

You know what is a pain? I can't use my printer! The stupid software is missing, so I'm screwed, really. Stupid HP. Why didn't they give me 2 CD's? I mean, it is me. I do lose everything. Which reminds me, I lost one of my earring yesterday, I should look for that...

Hmm, ok, I'm gonna go now. I really need to find that earring. It's a pearly one. And I don't want it closing up. I left my right helix out for like, 6 months, and now there's no hole there :( I know, 6 months is a long time, but I kept forgetting to put it back in. So now I have a chain and cuff, so it looks like it's pierced, but it's not. Sad, I know.

Anyway, bye bye

xxx

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Something dreadful has happened! Ok, so it's not dreadful, but it's pretty life changing. No, I'm not dead, incase you were wondering.

For some unknown reason, all of a sudden, Windows stopped working. It just stopped. I kept getting this message, something like 'Windows hates your guts and has decided that it shall not run for you anymore', and so I was like, bugger. No, really the message was something about activating Windows via Microsoft (or Microsoft via Windows). Which is all fine, except when I would push OK, it would just lead me to a blank screen and do absolutely fuck-bastard nothing.

So today I was informed that the only was to make everything better is to start again. So I started again. I reset windows back to it's 'purchase state' and have spent the rest of the day downloading stuff like AVG and Adaware and bollocks like that. Oh, and downloading the missing component which actually makes uninstalling Norton POSSIBLE.

My only major problems now are;
1. All my music is gone. My 40gb of music is GONE! I haven't installed iTunes again yet, mainly because I despise it, but also because my CD collection is way too daunting.
2. All of my photos are gone. I mean, I didn't have anything that brilliantly special, but at the same time, I did. I had certain memories from school days gone awry. School days that aren't here anymore, because school finished like, two weeks ago. Boo! Hiss! Bugger!
3. All my poems are gone! Robyn has a copy, but I think she's the only one. I may have a half copy in my room somewhere, but that's not a promise. Also, with my poems have gone my few short stories that I wrote. A couple I put up on DA, same as a couple poems, but not all of them. Not enough.

I think they're the only things that were really important to me that I lost. I lost all my school work, which is really annoying, but not critical, that is as long as Mr. Wadwell doesn't lose my contextual stuff again. Which I doubt, I've already had to take one trip into school to give it to him. I did have a load of revision notes, but their not irreplaceable, and I've got ages until my exam anyway.

So yeah, I'm a little bit annoyed by this. I mean, apparently it was going to happen anyway. I left a message on a Microsoft forum and someone replied telling me to start it in safe mode, because obviously I hadn't tried that already *rolls eyes*, Jesus christ.

In more positive news, I have a four pack of KitKat chunky's with peanut butter. Oh, and Robyn's second prom was wicked. Rachel got very sick (all over Robyn's sofa) and had to leave early, and Robyn told me (whilst drunk) that she was going to hospital. This was my train of thought after being told this news.
"Haha, Rachel's going to hospital! It would be so funny if she died. No, Donna. No. It wouldn't be funny if she died. Oh my God, Rachel's dead!"
And then I started crying, but it was weak and feeble crying because after I'd started, I forgot why I was upset and just sort of stopped, whilst Robyn was trying to tell me that Rachel would be fine. Then I ate some bread.

I blame the drink Rachel made. She made one for me, then one for her. It's a Southern States, and when made properly can leave you headbanging 'til the early hours, but when made Rachel's way... well. It should have a shot of Jack Daniels, a shot of Jim Beam, a shot of Southern comfort, then be topped up with orange juice (at least 3 shots worth). It's safe to say Rachel put two-three shots of each alcohol in there, then put a good 1/5 of a shot of orange juice in. Now, I can't take my alcohol as well as I could do, and apparently neither can Rachel. Let's just say, I made it to the toilet (with a little of Tom's help) before I threw up.

And no, I don't drink to get to that stage. I'd had some wine before the devilish cocktail, and had every intension of stopping until Rachel handed me a glass and told me to drink. And no, I'm not stupid, I could taste that it was practically pure alcohol. I don't know why I drank it, because I didn't go there to get drunk. I wanted a little wine, and that to be all. But hey, the food was good, the drinks were flowing, so why not?

Paul leant me some books the other week. An Alex Garland book called The Tesseract. I've read two others of his books, The Beach and Coma (both were good, and The Beach the movie was good too, but I'm possibly the only person in the world that thinks that), apparently The Tesseract isn't as good as The Beach, and I liked Coma because it had illustrations. Also he leant me Powder by Kevin Sampson, that one, Paul says, I will enjoy, so fingers crossed. I'm just finishing a book on celtic mythology at the moment. Exciting, huh?

So yeah, I'm gonna go now. I've had my rant about my computer, and I've chatted about books. What more can one entry ask for, eh? And I need to order a Next Directory from their website before I forget.

TTFN

Love Donna
xxx

Na Na Na Na Naaaa

Hello!

I'm in a seriously weirdly hypercative mood and I don't know where it's come from.

Oooh, guess what? I had a weird dream last night. Rachel and I were wereleopards (go lycanthropy!) and we were saving the world from an evil wererat. That's quite strange. It was set at school and we were sort of strutting around as half leopard/half man people solving mysteries. I should write a book. What's that you say? I've written a book? You're correct, I have.

Oooh, and on a lighter note, I found my rhyming short story contents page, so I can start writing my 'The Dangers Of...' series, and when I say start, I mean finish, because obviously I've written some already. and I found one t'other day, and I thought, heh, what was I thinking? That's DREADFUL. It wasn't even FUNNY! What are short stories when they aren't humorous? Crap, that's what.

So yeah, schools finished now, and I started off this week really good, I was very busy, had loads to do, and then slowly I got lazier and spent most of yesterday in bed reading my book. I'm reading two books at the moment. A Phillipa Gregory called Virgin Earth which is Rachel's Mums and I should return it, really. And I'm also reading The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot which I started a while ago, but put it down because we went on holiday, then I never picked it up again. I know what you're thinking, that's too smart a book for me to read, the girl who likes to read simple fiction like 'When Bobby Learned the Alphabet'* and 'How Cats got their Tails'* but it's interesting, and it's got some psychologically type stuff in it, and for those of you who don't know, I did psychology, so I'm not a total dunce.

I really can't get this dream out of my mind. I should write a book about lycanthropy and saving the world. Because, obviously, the police won't mind magical, mystical, folklorish creatures doing their jobs and getting their praise. Or maybe it could be that they hate the Werecreatures and are out to get them, too. So not only do these wonderous Wereleopards have to save the world whilst falling in love with Werefoxes (they've got the coolest tails!) they're on the run from the police and have to live underground. Oooh, I could include some Faeries and Pixies and Werebutterflies. Oh, and obviously I'd have to include Werewolves in there somewhere (the least cool of all lycanthropes) and obviously the book would be accompanied by amazing pictures. Oh, and their has to be lots of evil Weretigers and Wererats because they're the only ones that would look really cool decked out with HUGE Machete's and Uzi's. And their human forms would have to be likeable characters. Like Mel B and PJ Harvey, except I'm pretty sure good ol' PJ wouldn't like Mel B very much. She's not very rock n roll, is she?

I'm going to shut up now.

So yeah, I'm thinking that might be just about enough of my mumbles of crap. I'll update again soooooooon.

Love Donna.
xxx

* These books are a work of fiction. I have invented the titles randomly from the top of my head. If they are already publish, then bugger, but if they aren't they are copyright to ME. I should write Childrens books. I mean, books suitable for five year olds, not written in the style of a five year old.