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logsylou — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 18:48:14 +0000

I’m super pressed for time today. I’m frantically trying to get an application form filled in before going down south on Thursday. But I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I hadn’t got my fads up. They will be slightly more scantily-clad today and largely music based. And I think I will cheat with a little help from youtube. Here you are: my latest and greatest. See you next week.

The Springtime Anchorage.
Formerly known as The Great Northwestern Hoboes. I love The Hoboes, which means I’m way excited for this new venture. Check out this for a cover:

Nina Simone.
Does this need any explanation? Honestly, I’m not just trying to write as little as possible, but I couldn’t do her justice in words. I don’t want to dictate, so please just see this as a nudge to go and listen to a track of your choice.

Booze.
I mean, after all, we do live in Booze Britannia. It would be rude not to.

Retro Olympic Logos.
My favourite is Montreal 1976. I want it on my walls. It’s in another realm entirely to the monstrosity that is the 2012 logo.

THIS MOMENT from High Fidelity.
I will never not love this. I will never forget my surprise the first time I saw it. Oh, plus the film is great (even if it is American). Go watch.

everyone seems to know the score

logsylou — Sun, 11 Jul 2010 16:08:21 +0000

The world cup final. Without England. Should be used to it by now, shouldn’t I? However, I’m allowed to wish things were different. Of course I’m still going to watch. I’m allowed to be bitter though, aren’t I? To soften the blow we have bought the ingredients to make mojitos. Yum. I will take a sip of my mojito every time there is a corner. And every time there’s a free kick or a goal kick or a throw in. And a foul. And a dive. And a whistle blown. Oh, and any goals! Or any hitting of the post or bar or any misses of a more spectacular variety. And if there’s a penalty, who knows what I’ll do. Basically, I’ll be drinking my mojito throughout. It’s the only hope I’ve got.

if i knew you were comin’ i’d've baked a cake

logsylou — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 17:21:28 +0000

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: never, I repeat, never leave the house on a Saturday. If it doesn’t involve cocktails, I can guarantee it’s not worth the trip. Everything takes five times longer than usual and everything/everyone/everywhere is ten times more annoying than usual. There are far better ways to spend a Saturday; baking cakes, for example. Once you’ve licked the bowl and that delicious baking aroma beings to spread, have a good old polish, make the place nice’n'cosy, get your socks warming on the radiator, get the coffee a’brewing, and before you know it you’ll be nestled on the sofa eating home-baked treats, drinking coffee (go mad – pull the Tia Maria out!), toes all cosy, watching The Railway Children. Much better than facing the general public on a Saturday. But, can I just add (in case you do decide to follow my cake-baking-on-a-Saturday advice), here’s some more: make sure the exercise is semi-altruistic….in other words, don’t eat all the cakes yourself. Knock on your neighbours’ doors and share the wealth! Cakes make the world go round, after all.

I talk a good cake-baking game, don’t I? But I am, indeed, all talk. Of course I haven’t baked any cakes today (for that would’ve involved going to the shop to get the ingredients – no, I’m not the kinda gal who has flour and cake tins and all those other cake-baking sort of things casually lurking in her cupboards). Nor have I managed to polish anything, get the place cosy, or treat myself to some warmed up socks (I don’t have any radiators). The most I’ve managed is a quick hoover, an instant coffee, a slice of toast (or four) and a Coronation Street omnibus. Oh, what a wholesome life I lead! Let’s hope the rest of evening holds more cosy hope…