Deathly Hallows, Bitches!

F*ck the fact that I'm still ill

F*ck the fact that I still don't have a job

F*ck the fact that I was ambushed by the Doom Fairies this morning and feel AWFUL

THIS is what today is all about:

Sarcastism (sic) and GLEE - how to lose facebook friends.

I had an entertaining run-in on my facebook status yesterday with a very stupid person!

Said person has never been a favourite of mine and circumstances pushed us together rather than actual choice. In fairness, I'd never have chosen her as a friend, not in a month of Sundays. The only thing we had in common was a person - she was married to him, I'm dating his brother. Long, private story short, we have no real need to ever see her again but she's remained on my facebook for some reason. Actually, I think it was more to keep the peace and keep things on an even keel really, you know, rising above things and not causing trouble by deleting her.

I obviously wasn't feeling very magnanimous yesterday so when she made a dig at me for liking Glee, I didn't ignore her. Our little chat went a lot like this (only abbreviated, of course) :

You: I like Glee.
Her: Glee's shit.
You: Well, I quite like it.
Her: Your taste's rubbish.
You: I don't really care what you think.
Her: Ooh, sarcastism (LOL)
you: Hmmmm. You seem to be a bit thick, there.
Her: You're such a bitch and I don't like it.
You: Good. :-)

I then deleted her. Silly bint. Fighting on TEH INTERNETZ!!!!!!111!!! I've maintained my composure with her for as long as I can - even being in her presence TWICE - out of respect for my friends who would otherwise be embroiled in a nonsense of her making. I've actually avoided speaking to her for over a year, when my first instinct was to give her a good smacking, and I think it's safe enough now to just sever all contact.

So nerr.

ABANDONED - The Start Of Something Epic.

So, Friday night saw me attempting to become DJ Pureblood for the first time at ABANDONED! (As a very quick aside, the name is Harry Potter related and nothing, whatsoever to do with anything white supremicist. As a friend of mine pointed out, as a ginger I'm "part of an oppressed minority and therefore ineligible for membership of any fascist organisation", and besides which as a Death Eater I needed to pick something Slytherin!)

I was uber-nervous, as that night was my chance to show the organising girls that I was worthy of a regular slot at the night, and the last time I did anything DJ-related was with my lovely housemate from Uni on our weekly radio show back in 2005. Luckily for me, the wonderful Luke had agreed to help me, and together, we totally rocked it!

Obviously, there's a huge difference between "being a DJ" and "DJing"; at the moment, we are very much attempting to do the later. Hopefully, we'll learn how to be the first with practice ;)

There was a good turn-out at the club, despite the already-established Malicious running at the same time. We even had a hen party of goths and metalheads turn up specially! Drinks were cheap, people were dancing, I was coping in my mini-skirt and tightly-laced corset, everyone was looking gorgeous!

Luke and I took over at about 12.30. It didn't start too well, because I'd forgotten to un-mute my laptop, but luckily we already had cds cued up to go. Seriously, my laptop is such a sight to behold, old and covered in stickers :) It did the trick though. Other incidents of note:

• Both CD decks turned themselves off half-way through Manson's mOBSCENE.
• Having a version of Chop Suey which was missing a chunk off the end, which prompted one enthusiastic dancer to call me a "c*nt" when I had to fade into another song - to be fair, I'd have been pissed at me too!
• Causing the fire-alarm to go off in the hotel upstairs, waking 140 guests up at 1.30am, because I discovered that the smoke machine worked! Ooops! Luckily, the security manager thought it was rather funny, and requested a song rather than telling me off!

The absolute highlights were seeing the dance floor fill up, and stay busy, while people were queuing at the bar to get served. Hearing people cheer when you play a tune they love is incredible. Being able to play requests that people want = amazing (and we'll be armed with even more next week). Being brought beverages because you shouted "SNATCH!" as promised = ace. The best thing, by far, was that by 3am when we had to wrap it up and the lights were already on, the dance floor was still full and people were shouting for more when we finally had to to turn the music off!

Luke and I are back on Friday and every Friday until we get told to stop. ABANDONED isn't going anywhere.

Encoder...

I am actually all kinds of in love with this song. It's lovely, and I can just about hoop to it! Unfortunately for me, my dirty mind has rather distorted the meaning of some of the lyrics. I'm not telling you which ones and to what meaning though, you'll just have to figure that out for yourself, if you can. It also made me cry a little when I first heard it.

LURGY.

There's a distinct lack of GIN in the house again. I obviously need it for medicinal purposes. I am all full of TEH LURGY and need something to kick it in the head and kill it dead.

I have a question. Do ears sweat? The headphones I'm listening to Muse in are making my ears hot. Ick.

I may haver had too much orange juice and Max Strength cold&flu remedies from Boots...

T-shirts and Hula Hoops...

I just bought this for myself. I am so full of fangirl joy :D

It's just about making up for the fact that my brand new shiny green and silver hula hoop was delivered while I was away and was signed for and taken in by my Evil Neighbour from Hell! The only way I found out was by looking at the Parcel Force website. Stupid bint hadn't even put a note through the door. Grrrrrr.

In which I rant about clubbing...

Alright!

I got an email telling me my domain had been renewed for another year, so I thought it was high time for another update. I'm lazier than a lazy thing when it comes to this blog, which is a shame really. Like I said in my previous post, Twitter and facebook make me forget that A) there's people who actually read this blog, and B) I used to be a decent blogger so I should get on with it really.

Today's post is going to be a little ranty, so prepare yourselves!

It mostly concerns the infighting in and my general disenchantment with, the alternative music scene in Brighton these days. Brighton is rather obviously dominated by the gay scene, and that's something it does really, really well. The nights at various different venues are hugely popular, very entertaining and thriving like nobody's business, even with the economic climate being what it is. But to be honest, although I like shaking my ass to the likes of Lady Gaga and Beyonce as much as the next person, I really crave a good metal/punk/rock night out sometimes. With the closure of The Gloucester, and more recently The Hobgoblin, the venues which cater to my particular tastes are disappearing quicker than a G&T in my hand on a Friday night.

YES, there's the Caroline of Brunswick, which is my all-time fave pub, but it doesn't have a dance floor; YES, there's the likes of EXILE, but goth EBM isn't always my cup of tea; YES, there's Guerilla Rocks at the PavTav on a Tuesday, but it's a TUESDAY and some of us can't do school nights. YES, there's Malicious on a Friday but I wasn't overly impressed (Sorry but playing the requests as they come in, instead of organising them into some kind of set-list simply doesn't work). Of course, there's always Deviant at the Engine Rooms.....except now there isn't even that. The E.R closed this week, rather suddenly, sparking massive finger-pointing, blame-laying and name-calling on the relative facebook groups for that night, and its apparent rival night, ABANDONED. The whole point is that none of these nights have so far managed to make me go "Omfg, that was amazing! I'll be back here next week and the week after and so on into oblivion!"

I am aware that I rather made a rod for my own back when I went back to Norwich on the 5th this month for the 10th Birthday of my all-time favourite club night, ever, namely RAWKUS at the Waterfront. While I'll accept that this particular night was extra amazing, it genuinely was still fab. The venue is great, the drinks are well priced, it doesn't cost the earth to get in, the people are nice. The bouncers don't stop you from moshing like they did at The Engine Rooms and if you fall down, you're immediately hoisted to your feet by an army of like-minded individuals. The DJs know what they're doing and you can easily dance all night long (except when they play Good Charlotte. I fucking hate Good Charlotte). The one complaint I have is that it isn't open long enough, but as of next month I hear it won't close til 3, which is much better. So after that, the scene in Brighton just appeared pitiful and ridiculous, clicky and so fucking boring.

Anyway. This new night, ABANDONED has been running for 4 weeks now and even managed to pull a crowd the weekend of Download. But of course, the second it was announced that Deviant was cancelled and the E.R was closing, spiteful motherf*ckers weighed in and blamed the poor wench who runs this other night for the demise of this frankly repetitive night. 5 whole English pounds to bundle into a small, smelly underground club with overpriced crappy drinks (I like my diet coke to look more like black coffee than weak tea, thanks), filthy toilets and grumpy, rude, inappropriate bouncers? Er, no thanks. I liked the idea of competition, diversity in our lovely city. It's not like there aren't enough people to fill more than one venue! Deviant as a night wasn't awful, in fact it was one of the first nights I went to in Brighton and I'm fond of it - but the venue was.

I'm not going to get involved in the part where people mourn the loss of a LIVE music venue (which Belushi's, where ABANDONED is held, is not), because that's not my fight. It's very sad that the E.R has closed - for a while at least, who knows what the future holds? - but knocking a new night before it's even off the ground is pathetic, short-sighted and childish.

Oh, and I've been asked to help DJ, so maybe I'm biased. Yes, I fucking am biased, but it's a great night :P

Ooops!

Ooooh, hello!

So, I seem to have forgotten that I have a blog! How terrible of me. I'd sit detention, but I'm usually the one doling those out, so instead I'll just give my word that I'll update more often from now on, OK?

So, where the hells bells do I start? Maybe I'll just give you a brief update on what's been going on in the Big Bright Town!

1) I had an EPIC BIRTHDAY PARTY! It was without doubt, the best party I have ever had the privilege of attending - and it was MINE! :D

2) I've realised just how lucky I am to have such wonderful friends.

3) The Election came and went and we got a Hung Parliament. Shortly after, Nick Clegg got into bed with his new wife, David Cameron and now we have a ConDemNation.

To be fair, that just about sums it up, without getting into the long, drawn out accounts of my day to day life, and no-one wants to read those. Especially not since I can just update my status on Facebook and suddenly everyone knows what I'm up to ;)

One thing I will add is that I didn't managed to achieve the whole List of 100 things to do before I turned 30, so I've made it my new goal to do as many of them as possible this year instead. Expect updates, periodically. Also, my photo-a-day blog kinda fell by the wayside, which was a shame; I'll try to bring it up to date soon.

Til then!