Whats Been Going On

Since I have been lacking lately in the postings around here, I thought I would write about the past week. I’m sure those of you with the RSS feed are surprised to see three posts in three days from me! And you’re not the only one!

Last Saturday, I went up to Cotham on my own to have a look at the lovely pretty little shops before all those filthy students invaded with their Uggs, their rah-ness (“My daddy only has one yot. But I’m totally allowed to bring all my frands.”) and all their Jack Wills stuff. (Yes, I do like the clothing, but I dislike the prices – £50 for a shirt that was too big in the chest and too small everywhere else? Its the wrong way round!). I picked up the latest issue of NYLON and headed to the Deco Lounge which is one of a number of Lounges accross the city, Bath and Cardiff.

I was happily reading an article about Buffy the Vampire Slayer, whilst sat at a sunny little table in the window at the front of the lounge, when this bloke popped his head in and asked what I was reading. “Erm…Nylon?” “But I saw…” “An article about Buffy? Yes, yes there is one” “Oh, ok, bye then”. Strange!

I met up with my friend Charlie and we had some lunch in Rocotillos (why yes, yes it is my favourite lunching place at the moment, why do you ask?) We had planned to go out that night, but were feeling quite tired, so we went to see if there were any decent films at the skanky Odeon in the centre. Since they were all boy films, we bought food to take back to Charlies house to watch movies and I ended up buying pants, bras and pj’s from La Senza because I couldn’t be bothered to go home to pick up stuff to stay over with. Oops.

We got back to her house in Backwell, and her brother and his friend were drinking on the patio. Somehow we were persuaded into going out, in an underground club on the Triangle with bottles of vodka and jugs of mixers on the table. Quite a lot of fun actually!

On Sunday, Dad took me to meet some of his friends, then we went back to the pub so I could set up Marias new laptop and internet thingy. She was way too excited to have her first email address set up! It was then off to church with Ed, followed by another visit to the Deco Lounge.

Work has been kinda fun again this week – I’ve been playing with PDA’s and laptops and chatting crap with everyone. Its so nice to have a job where I’m not kept awake at night because of missed payments and paperwork! Not that my job is so unimportant, but I am a lot more relaxed than I was this time 6/9 months ago!

I’ve spent most of my time out of work this weekn in bed – I seem to have picked up freshers flu (how?!)

I’m so excited for the weekend – Cabot Circus opened on Thursday, and I’ve got to go! Sorry credit card, time for some spending!

Glossy and Trashy

One of the things I buy too much of are magazines. It seems that all at once, every magazine has things I want to read, and I end up buying a few in a week to devour. It of course doesn’t help that quite a few of my prefered magazines are now weekly publications.

I’ve recently been trying to cut down on the amount of magazines I buy, because in one month, I spent about £30 on magazines (damned imported magazines, and also design magazines)

One magazine that gets me every time though is NYLON. I really like NYLON, its a interesting magazine that we just don’t have anything similar over here. (Seems a bit odd actually, because I’m pretty sure theres a NYLON Japan, yet no British version) The fact that it costs £4 per issue actually helps quite a bit in my cutting down, but theres still a rather large pile of magazines in the basket next to the sofa.

So, any ideas on what I can do with the magazines? And what do you prefer to read?

NYLON Hates Bristol

Or at least, whoever wrote this article for NYLON about Portishead did. It uses such insulting language, I was quite offended by it! I’m not sure whether the article was written by someone who had come over here from New York, or was written based on what the band member was saying, but either way, it is quite strange. Click on the picture above to read the whole article.

These introduction paragraphs were the ones that got to me the most.

It’s an unusually clear day in Bristol, England, and from his upstairs windows Adrian Utley, one of the three members of Portishead, can almost see the bright, sand-colored buildings of Bath, the next nearest city, almost 20 miles away. Although deep in England’s West Country, Bristol shares little of the charm of its more pastorial neighbors.
Utley’s street, cobblestoned and well-trod, is in one of the city’s more prepossessing neighborhoods, but for all its history Bristol is a predominately a bleak, gnarled milieu where concrete tower blocks twist out of the ground like weeds between paving stones, casting long shadows over the once-quaint streets beneath them.
“Quite a lot of the time it’s the grayest of grimness; the concrete buildings look shitty and oppressive” says Utley, […] “They’re building a new city center and there’s no creativity, no good new art space or decent concert hall. But we’ve got a casino! We’ve got loads of fucking shit here that we don’t want. It’s so fucking frustrating”

The phrase “prepossessing neighbourhoods” was one that particularly entertained us. I had to look up what prepossessing meant, as it is not something I had come across before. It apparently means “serving to impress favourably”. I immediately assumed he lived in Clifton. Heh.

I adore Bristol, so I am obviously going to disagree with the comments made, but to say that the city is bleak, with no creativity is crazy. This is one of the major cities in the country, and there is something going on all the time. I subscribe to Venue which shows whats on each week, and always has something I want to go to. Bristol is such a varied city, from Clifton to St Pauls, Bedminster to Frampton Cotterell, each area has something different about it but it all works nicely together.

Perhaps Adrian Utley hasn’t been out in Bristol for a long long time? I suggest he gets out a bit more and sees what this gert lush city has available to everyone.

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