Monday, April 28, 2008

My spidey sense is tingling


I went out this evening to have a look at the flower pots I stuck in the middle of the lawn about a month ago. Picking them up, I wasn't quite prepared for the devastation underneath - it would appear that snow followed by pissing rain followed by hot sunshine does not a happy lawn make. Not when trapped under a kilo of soil and plastic anyway. I notice a few spider babies on the ground when I lifted up the first pot - then made the mistake of giving it a bit of a shake. Suddenly I was confronted with the sight of a couple of hundred little orange spiders seething across the soil.

Not being particularly manly, I shat myself and dropped the flower pot on the ground before retreating with an "uurrrgh!" to the safety of the house. But, steeling myself for the sake of the blog, I paused only long enough to grab my phone and head back out to capture them in all their glory. The little minging bastards are now safely on the opposite side of the garden... although I am taking it as a fair excuse to yet again have failed to plant my seeds. And judging from the state of the lawn now, I've missed the most amazing growing weather in christendom.

I can feel crawling sensations all over my body at the moment.... am trying to convince myself I'm imagining it. Ick.


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

This isn't going well

My choice of "career" is severely limiting my training schedule at the moment, as I haven't been home before 8pm for the past week. All to try to get through the mountain of work I have to to before the boss gets back on Monday. Starting to get quite nervous now - what with the weekend pretty much written off in terms of training due to the football tomorrow night followed by - well, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'm sure there's something in the bible about not sweating profusely before or during the sabbath.

Still, could be worse though. J still hasn't bought any trainers and is beginning that self-handicapping mantra I recognise so well - "I'm never going to do it, I'm just not built for running"....

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Gogol on the horizon again

I've just about recovered from Gogol Bordello in time to buy tickets to see them again - although not until the end of August. Get Loaded in the Park - my annual flirtation with outdoor music - is rolling round again, and the boys from Eastern Europe via New York are on the bill. I was debating going this year, as I've been for the past four and thought perhaps I'd try to finally make it to the Notting Hill carnival - but then, of course, I looked at the line up. Should be a good one, Iggy and the Stooges headlining, Supergrass, Kate Nash, Reverend & the Makers, Soulwax and Mylo all in attendance, amongst others.

If you fancy a trip to London over the August Bank Holiday, you could really do worse than grab yourself a ticket. I might even offer you a sofa to collapse on.

The wind in your hair, the spring fragrance in your nostrils, the crippling tight chestedness

ah, the open road. Just me and 3km of suburban pavement.... It actually felt really good to finally get my underused trainers back on and go for a run last night. The air felt and smelled really springlike and fresh, and I do, admittedly, live in a very nice part of London - a far cry from being chased round the park by belt-wielding 12 year olds like the last time I was training. My route takes me down into West Dulwich and then back up past Dulwich College - an imposing establishment at the top end of posh. It was a very welcome distraction watching the chaps play cricket on the playing fields for a few minutes as the start of the uphill struggle started.

I'm feeling the pain today but I feel like I've actually started working towards the 10K now. I promise that I will not subject you to any more pictures of me looking gormless between now and the 6th of July.

J, meanwhile, is still struggling to find a pair of trainers. We have managed to get round the superstition that if your boyfriend buys you shoes then you'll run away from him - I'm going to buy them and then she's going to buy them off me for a penny. I'm not sure if she's going to keep the bad luck thing up her sleeve just in case I let standards slip over the coming months, however.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Back in training


And looking a bit "special", it would appear. Have picked up my first injury - a beer gut strain.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Ever have one of those days

Where you're feeling a bit down, like the world's against you and nobody understands?

And then you talk to a few other people, and realise your problems are but insignificant blackheads on the forehead of life. Today was one of those days.

Rickmob!




great idea, shame about the singing! spreading a warm fuzzy glow through the Friday evening Liverpool Street commuters, a small but good natured flash mob assembled at 6pm on the dot to belt out "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley. The chorus was sung with gusto but the verses found some of the mob wanting. In keeping with my extrovert nature, I found a spot safely out of the way where I could watch and not sing a single note, leaving that to Craig and the others on the ground floor of the station. I think there were probably as many spectators as singers, including a large number of bemused looking police officers....

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Mmmmmummy's going to be very cross with you....

"Cross? Whatever for?"

"Cos that's her Fairy Liquid for her hands"

"Oh you, you precocious little bitch. I'm not even your real father, I don't want to have to put up with this...."

Funny how random ads from the 80s pop into your head for no apparent reason.

Now hands that do dishes can feel soft as your face.... with mild, green, fairy liquid.....

Better than Ainsley Harriott any day.

I'm no doctor


But i don't think my cheese grating injury looks particularly healthy

Monday, April 07, 2008

Whilst we're on the subject of internet searches

I was checking Google Analytics tonight and spent a few minutes checking out how people found my site via search engines - other than by typing tattie in, of course.

The results were somewhat disturbing, but very amusing. An abridged list, in order of how many times they directed someone to tattie central:

1) "kick up the arse" allnighter
2) ging ging ging ge ging
3) bella spaghetti
4) crossword clues prawns six letters
5) grey sludge in washing machine
6) john "mcclane" smeaton
7) kwality quality dictionary
8) powerful impotace
9) what is that noise of cats shagging?
10) www.see if nick has a brain

if ever there was any doubt that this blog is filled with nonsensical pap, I think that proves it.

Tattie rising....




















I'm the second most famous tattie in the world now, if Google is anything to go by......

Sash!! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!

I found this thoroughly amusing when I stumbled across it whilst working hard this afternoon.... I saw it as a slightly embarrassing attempt by an out-dated sect to try and recruit members to bolster their aging, ailing brand of divisive doctrine (check out the alliteration in that sentence!). I have to say, though, I thought the suggestions for a superhero that missed out to the eventual winner were vastly superior

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http://news.sky.com/skynews/article/0,,30100-1311831,00.html

Forget Dan Dare, Meet Diamond Dan!

Stand aside Superman, Batman and Dan Dare - the world's newest super hero is a lantern-jawed cartoon character swathed in orange and purple.

Orange Order hero Diamond Dan
Orange Order hero Diamond Dan

Diamond Dan the Orangeman has been unveiled as the Orange Order Grand Lodge of Ireland's very own caped crusader, an orange cape naturally.

Dan first hit the headlines last November, when a competition was launched in Northern Ireland to find a name for him.

He appeared on Orange Institution Christmas cards in December and will now feature on badges and other merchandise, such as fridge magnets and notebooks.

Orange Order moguls came up with the cartoon character in the hope of winning over a new generation of members. He proved such an instant success that a competition was launched to name him.

A committee was formed to select the winning name from the 120 suggestions sent in, mostly from youngsters.

While Sash Gordon, Sashman and the Boyne Wonder were long-time front runners in the competition to pick the name, in the end the Order went for a suggestion made by Steven Mitchell, a seven-year-old primary school pupil from Lisburn.

"We picked Diamond Dan the Orangeman for a number of reasons," said the Grand Lodge's director of services, David Hume.

"The name Diamond Dan has resonance going back more than 200 years to the formation of the Institution at the Diamond, Loughgall, in 1795.

"Dan Winter was one of the founding fathers of the Order. It will raise questions which we can answer as part of our education outreach and explanation of our history.

"And, of course, apart from the historical aspect of the name, it has a good ring to it."

Dan with 7-year-old Stephen Mitchell
Dan with 7-year-old Stephen Mitchell

Orange Order education officer David Scott said Dan would act as a mentor for the younger generation, offering advice on a range of matters encompassing the general theme of civic responsibility.

"It goes without saying that the Orange superhero will be in favour of young people attending church, helping others and showing respect for the community," he said.

"Diamond Dan will be the kind of person who offers his seat on a crowded bus to an elderly lady, he won't drop litter and he will be keen on recycling."

The origins of the Orange Order date from the 17th century battle for the British throne, between the Protestant William of Orange and the Catholic King James II.

Orange Order marches take place across Northern Ireland on July 12, to commemorate William's final victory over James at the Battle of the Boyne in 1690.

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Hilarious. At least, until I watched "Panorama" on BBC1 this evening, and was thoroughly depressed by the tale being told by people from my home town to the watching nation. Apparently, I should not be walking up certain streets as they are no go areas for people who were christened in the particular brand of Christianity that some distant relative of mine decided he liked the sound of. I'm glad(?) to say it does not seem to apply to people like me, who can wander round oblivious to the whole thing, but there is a significant undercurrent of severe dodginess if the programme is anything to go by. Of course, it could just have been the locals acting up for the camera. Either way I'm expecting the town fathers to be hyperventilating even more than usual....

You can watch the programme on the BBC iPlayer here

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Walking in a Spring wonderland


err.... I was stood in the sunshine in a t-shirt 48 hours ago. Bloody global warming.

The seed-planting/running/leaving my warm room is postponed once again....

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Oh Lordy












































What a gig.

I'm still absolutely spent 24 hours later. Easily the best concert I've been to in London and one of the best I've ever been to. I managed to pleasantly surprise myself that I am not, in fact, too old and sensible to get wonderfully sweaty moshing at gigs these days - I just hadn't been to see the right band. One of the great things about last night was that every person in the place was a fan - or if they weren't, they were within two minutes of the opening bars. The entire place was jumping - well, either jumping or careering around flinging random strangers from side to side in a sort of ceilidh-style interpretation of gypsy dancing. I even danced with a strange man and didn't feel in the slightest bit odd. Not even a sniff of the media wankers that infiltrate every other London gig, who don't know or even like the music but are just there because it was free.

In short, Gogol Bordello turned out to be everything I hoped it would be and had built up in my mind that it was going to be - I was setting myself up for disappointment but I needn't have worried. It must have been good, as I didn't view the entire thing through the view finder of my camera - hence I don't have nearly as many pictures of the gig as usual. What can I say, I was too busy fannying about, and on one of the few occasions I did take it out, a combination of my greasy hand and a badly-timed shove from behind saw £90 worth of two week old gadget fly spiraling into the middle of the crowd. Quite how it survived unscathed and I managed to locate it was just one of those things - nothing bad was going to happen last night.

I was helped warm up by a longer than expected stop off at the pub to pick up my dance partners, downing two pints in about 30 minutes. Then it was off to the Academy, and the moshing and sweating commenced - again, ably lubricated by a constant stream of beer courtesy of some military-precision bar visits by the Polish contingent. Every time I looked around, another pint was being thrust in my hand. This, combined with the obvious need to go for a pint afterwards meant I got to bed at one a.m. after seven pints - not ideal when I had to get up for work this morning. But a combination of the amount of energy and sweat I expended during the gig and the fact I had such a good time meant it didn't really hit me, apart from the fact I am dead on my feet now and off to bed.

I haven't spent an entire two hours with a smile on my face for quite some time, but I was grinning maniacally for the duration - at least until the end when I didn't have the energy to move my facial muscles anymore. As training for the 10K goes, I think it was pretty successful!!!

I even got a bit of a shock to find the guy I know from back home on stage introducing them - "are you ready for the best f***in band in the world?!?!?"

Yes Paul, we were.

* sorry for the rubbish picture layout - too tired to mess about with it

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Where's the vodka?

Am looking forward to tomorrow night - am going to see the mighty Gogol Bordello at Brixton Academy! I've managed to miss them on the two previous occasions they've been playing here so wasn't going to let it pass me by this time around. First saw them at Roskilde in 2006 and knew nothing about them - apart from having previously heard "Start Wearing Purple" and liking it but not knowing who it was by. It's probably the most blown away I've been by an "unknown" (to me) band - they were playing at about 2 in the afternoon on the first day and I only went to see them because a friend from back home was their tour manager (the dude on the right of the picture with, I think, the band's drummer). The sights and sounds as we walked towards the stage in the blazing heat were best described as good natured carnage. I've never seen so much energy on stage or in a crowd, and I was hooked.

To make things even better, I am going with the Polish massive, and who better to get properly into the gypsy punk vibe than with a load of vodka swilling eejits from Eastern Europe. J can't make it as she's currently somewhere in Wales looking at rocks, which is a real shame as I wanted her to understand why I've been trying to see them for so long. I just hope I don't accidentally wee myself in all the excitement. Although I'm guessing that by the state of me when I leave, you probably won't notice. I've been trying to find an appropriate video on You Tube to do them justice, but couldn't, so you'll have to make do with this one - which has some weird home-made video accompaniment but at least you can hear the (witty) lyrics to one of my favourite songs. I have to admit that, having been to a Polish wedding back in September, I can completely see Eugene Hutz's point.


Training postponed again

Due to being stuck in work til 7pm this evening.

I had the opportunity to play footie in the park to improve my stamina but it kicked off at 6.30, so couldn't make it. And after I bought a new pair of footballer trainers at the weekend and everything.

They're lovely - Diadora in "gun metal and silver", which cost a mighty £12 from the discount sports shop on Oxford Street. They're not as bad as they sound, honest.

Amazing what you learn reading over other people's shoulders on the bus

Only 42% of kids in Lambeth are white.

1/3 of white 16-24 year olds in Lambeth have a degree

I wasn't being racist by focusing on the white category by the way - it was at the top of the page and was all I could read. Was gonna tap the guy on the shoulder to move a bit but didn't think he'd appreciate it.

I found the perfect vehicle for my road trip round Europe


It was parked outside the British Museum yesterday. I was totally smitten with the retro washing machine repair sign and old skool East German charm. Not sure J would agree.