Celebs on the Brain

Right now my mind is occupied with one thing and one thing only - how do I sneak myself into the Empire Awards ceremony, which is going on next Sunday? The chance of this happening is not as improbable as it sounds, as I'm actualy helping out at Empire this week and next, sending out invites and filling gift bags. It seems to me that the only decent thing to do would be to reward my unpaid efforts with an invite to the main event, but numbers are very tight and my place at the ceremony is by no means assured. I need to think of ingenious ways to convince the guys here that my presence at the Awards is essential - but how? Learn off by heart the name of every guest? Demonstrate my unique ability to present an award? Come in to work in my ball gown?

London 1, Elsewhere 0

During my gap year, my travel buddies and I used to rate the towns we visited using various categories.  In Friends, Phoebe keeps a tally score of how the Vegas trip compares to the London trip.  These two ideas make me think that I should come up with some kind of score sheet for London, rating it by lots of weird and wonderful categories and then comparing it to other places I've been.  

Hmmm, this will take some serious thought...

Come on you Spurs!

That's all I have to say about that.

One OAP ticket for Juno please...

Was excited about going to see the much-anticipated Indie flick Juno this week, but wasn't prepared for the two full rows of chatty youths that occupied the back rows of the cinema. Especially when I was seated in the row in front of them.  Forgetting a bit of annoying chatter through the trailers, these kids were verbose throughout the entire film, driving other viewers from their seats and causing a constant sea of 'sshhh' to float round the auditorium.  I tried a range of tactics to get them to desist, from loud tuts to disparaging stares, but nothing worked. These young 'uns were made of tough stuff, and they had the arrogance of youth in bucketloads. So the film came to an end, and I don't think I enjoyed it as much as I should, thanks to the troublesome teens.  I was very tempted to complain to a member of staff, mainly because I was hoping to get a free cinema ticket out of it, but also because I genuinely felt vexed. But, as my friend pointed out, we're not that old...yet.

Favela Chic

Had an awesome night at this club last night.  Had never been before but had heard good things and wanted to try somewhere new, so checked it out. The 2 hours of queuing in the freezing cold was painful, not only in the physical sense because we were freezing our noses and toeses off, but also on some kind of higher plane because i find queuing morally and ethically wrong. It just shouldn't be allowed.  Anyway, after 2 hours of drinking wine out of a brown paper bag a la Dolphus Raymond, we got in.  It's only £5 for entry which is almost unheard of in London, the drinks aren't ridiculously over priced either, and the music is amazing - really eclectic and great tunes to show off your moves to on the dancefloor- we didn't want to sit down once.  So all in all the mind-numbing, toe-numbing queuing was totally worth it.  Well not really, but it just means that next time we'll know to get there MUCH earlier...

Things on my mind

1. Which area of London should me and my friends rent a flat in? (when we can afford to move out of parental hell)

2. What's the best topping for a cupcake?

3. Do I really need to get a job?

4. What's the verdict on going to the cinema alone?

5. Is Tony dead?

Yes, I've made the fire all about me...

Made the massive error of going to camden on saturday night even after hearing about the fire.  Yes, I'm an idiot, but it couldn't really be helped - I wasn't the shepherd, I was the sheep, and it was the shepherd's birthday, and he wanted to go to a bar in camden, and he was drunk, and there was no reasoning with him.  And I'm a sheep.  Getting there was fine, and the bar was at the chalk farm end of the high street, so that was all ok too.  But getting home - oh boy.  Missed the last train from chalk farm, tried to get up to camden, street cordoned off, station closed anyway, rubbish policeman with no idea what we should do, moronic London transport man who made us walk for a million miles, getting on the right bus but going the wrong way, and finally making it home by getting off the bus (the right one this time) and sprinting home because I'm a scaredy cat and don't like walking home alone.   

Others waxing lyrical on London...

"London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

"By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show" - Samuel Johnson

"London is a roost for every bird" - Benjamin Disraeli

"The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world" - Oscar Wilde

All Things London That I Dislike:

people who dawdle on the underground

expensive hot chocolates

moody shop owners

dark days

the lack of comfy sofas in cafes

in fact, the lack of good cafes full stop

horrible high streets 

not being able to wangle student discount in Topshop

getting chucked out the Lock Tavern garden far too early

roadworks

touching something, anything, on the tube

litter

(phew, this list is shorter...)