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March 15th, 2012 (05:03 am)
I'm listening to: The Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care



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People; what a bunch of bastards (part 1).

October 14th, 2010 (08:05 pm)
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Tags: ,

I feel: blah
I'm listening to: Primal Scream - Movin' On Up (on Absolute Radio)

Newsflash! People annoy me. Actually that's an understatement - humanity annoys me. And so on my trip, as I came across a larger portion of humanity than what I'm normally used to, I got annoyed. Quite a lot. There was the general annoyance at idiots who try to barge into the toilet even though the lock shows red (universal code for LOCKED! SOMEONE INSIDE! WAIT PATIENTLY!), or the lazy bastards who use the lift to get to floors 1 and -1 (disabled and older folk excluded of course, I'm not a monster). However, there was also the more specific annoyance – aimed at one person or a small and defined group of people (loud Americans cooking in the hostel kitchen for instance).
Sometimes my anger is justified, sometimes it's unexplained. But it's always there, screaming at people in my head.

I started writing this while I was in London and found it now, two weeks after my return. I hadn't realised I wrote so much, but alas, there are many people in the world and they all need to be dealt with. So I'll split this into two parts – Amsterdam and London (just the last week as the first two were dominated by the Spanish duo from hell).

Enjoy?

Tennis, bicycles, fear and condoms - Amsterdam!Collapse )

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The Spanish inquisition - A Charlie Brooker style rant about my Spanish roommates.

September 18th, 2010 (02:34 pm)
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So you've decided to treat your teenage daughter to a lovely 5-day-non-stop-fun trip to London. And you're Spanish (not being racist or anything, they were in fact from Spain, deal with it.) For some odd reason you decide to stay in a youth hostel, which is fine in itself as the hostel isn't one of those 'oh, we only take backpackers aged 18-35' and takes families as well as lonely young travellers from distant countries. The hostel offers private rooms (presumably for said families) as well as dorms, but you, in an attempt to save money choose to stay in a dorm room. Perhaps it's because you're squeezing the last drops of money from your bank account to fund this. However, from the number of 'I heart London' jumpers you bought I doubt that's the case. Let's just say you'd rather spend more money on cheesy overpriced tourist grabbing rubbish than on private accommodation which you so clearly think you deserve. Because dear readers, this pair of mother and daughter, although being rather nice and friendly, treated the 6-bed-female-dorm as their private luxury hotel room.

On the first morning after their arrival I awoke to the horrid sounds of a hair dryer. A quick glance at my watch suggested it was 6:45am. "Surely not", I thought to myself. "What kind of selfish, ill advised person uses a hair dryer so early in the morning when all the other people in the room are still fast asleep?" A Spanish mother apparently, for further examinations of my alarm clock and my mobile phone confirmed that it was indeed 6:45. This woman then continued to talk to her daughter in decibels that wouldn't be considered polite even during the day in the middle of a crowded market. The hair dryer was used by the Spaniards 7 times that morning over a course of 3 hours, until they finally left at about 9:30.

This routine of hair drying and loud speaking at unmentionable hours of the morning carried on everyday. Oblivious to their own crimes against humanity the two would tut and shake heads as myself and other residents of the DORM ROOM would arrive back as late as 11pm(!) or god forbid midnight, and whisper to each other while trying to get our things arranged in the quietest possible way. People are sleeping here after all, and we have basic manners and hostel etiquette. We won't stoop down to their level and get our revenge in a childish way. We'll just withhold our anger in true British style and write all about it in a livejournal entry later.

Then there was the nakedness. I appreciate that some people are so confident in their skin that they don't mind getting undressed in front of others. I've stayed at hostels many times and have come across girls who take all their clothes off. But they do tend to put other clothes on, apparently it's called 'changing'. They don't strut about the place in their birthday suit! And they certainly don't crouch in front of their locker organising their shit like that. Put some clothes on woman! I do not need this to be the first thing I see as I open my eyes in the morning. Despite the awful sightings I did manage to fall asleep again and the next time my eyes opened a different atrocity appeared before them. The two were trying to pack their suitcases, one hour before check out, and their special Spanish way of doing it was not a respectful 'I'll put all my things on my bed and nicely pack them into the suitcase which is also quite close to the bed because I don't want to get in the way of other people, and I will do it as quietly as possible because the others aren't checking out this morning and are still sleeping'. Oh no no no. The suitcases were both open in the middle of the room, resembling a jacket potato awaiting it's filling, and the Spaniards were hurling Big Bens, double decker buses and an unspeakable amount of the previous mentioned 'I heart London' jumpers into them, all the while shouting at each other.

I watched in horror and disgust as at 10:05 (Check out is at 10!) the daughter sat on her suitcase in an attempt to get it to close. I could only wish it would either explode, sending her arse up through the roof in a Mighty-Boosh-Call-Of-The-Yeti kind of way, or at the very least that they would be forced to pay unreasonable amounts of money for overweight at the airport.

If this is any indication of the Spanish way of torture then Monty Python got it all wrong. The Spanish Inquisition wasn't about cushion stabbing. It was about drying your hair at 6am and subjecting innocent bystanders to images of your crouching naked 40 year old body.

You'd never expect it though. They did get that one right.

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A melancholy town where we never smile.

September 2nd, 2009 (04:24 pm)
nostalgic

I feel: nostalgic
I'm listening to: Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc.

Today is September 2nd.

On September 2nd 2008 crystal_lily and I had just arrived in London and saw Robots In Disguise for the first time. We then embarked on a year of gigs (some of them I saw alone or with other people, but most of them were with her) that will come to a cathartic end tonight at an MGMT gig.

I decided to do a recap of my year of gigs. It was everything I've ever dreamed it would be.

September 2nd 2008 - Robots In Disguise @ 229, London.


My year of live music.Collapse )

September 2nd 2009 - MGMT @ Ganey Hata'arucha, Tel Aviv.


Bands that supported main acts include (those I remember anyway) - We Are Performance, The Hair, Late Of The Pier, Kieran Leonard, The Paddingtons, Ex-Lovers, The Vaults, Esser, Black Kids, The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble, Golden Silvers, Crystal Castles, The Foals, The Kills.

LYRICS MEME! I know it turned out super hard this time, but have a look. You might surprise yourself.

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Wrapping around your heart, your mind, your soul.

March 15th, 2009 (01:10 am)
accomplished

I feel: accomplished
I'm listening to: The Mighty Boosh - Charlie

Took me the better part of two days, but I finally managed it - The Boosh live show in photos!!
It's been 3 months since my last show, so some of the quotes may not be as accurate (comments and corrections are appreciated). Also, I obviousy had to leave out quite a lot, but I did try to get the good bits in. Angles, quality and costumes may vary as the pictures are taken from three different shows - one in October and two in December. And if you haven't actually seen the live show, some of it won't make sense. But that's the Boosh for you.
It is EXTREMELY SPOILERY and not dial-up friendly (does anybody still have dial-up? anyway, it's well over 100 pictures), so consider yourself warned.



Ladies and Gentlemen, would you welcome on to the stage... The Mighty Boosh!Collapse )

And that's that.

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You spilled your drink, but you didn't mean to.

March 12th, 2007 (09:24 pm)
content

I feel: content
I'm listening to: Sean Lennon - Spectacle

Well, it's Monday night, and as I promised, this is my complete, very extensive Sean Lennon concert report. Brace yourselves.

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We got to the port at 8:30 and parked right in front of the Hangar. Then we bought some food since we were both starving. We ate quickly, and after a thorough security check (they made me leave my water bottle in the car!) we went inside. There was still an hour to the show, so we just sat on the floor next to the stage with all the rest of the people who were already there. I met a guy I was in the army with which was pretty cool. He actually reminded me that I was the one who gave him Sean's album and that he's loved his music ever since. I was so proud. GO ME. =)
As we were sitting there, I kept looking around and checking how many people are coming in. I knew the concert wasn't sold out and since it's a big venue, I was scared there won't be enough people to fill the space and that we would be a pathetic audience. I kept telling Dar "I don't want him to be offended. I want him to know he's loved." I'm not sure how many people were there in the end (I was in the front and I wasn't looking back!), but even if we filled only half of the space, we sure made a hell of a lot of noise. =)

lots and lots of words, pictures and videos that were taken by people smarter than me, who can operate a video camera.Collapse )

All the way home we couldn't stop smiling and talking about how amazing it was, and how lovely Sean is. It really was one of the best experiences of my life and I'm so extremely happy that I got to go. I feel kinda weird now, because it's all I've been thinking about for a month and now it's over. But I'll get over it. And I'll always have my awful, blurry, dark pictures to remind me of the wonderful experience. =)

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(no subject)

February 27th, 2006 (06:45 pm)
gloomy

I feel: gloomy

What are the chances of me raising 1000$ in 2 months??

Yeah, I won't be attending D:LA 2. :(

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(no subject)

February 27th, 2006 (12:37 am)
content

I feel: content

Charlie Hunnam? Teh sex. Big time.

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(no subject)

February 26th, 2006 (07:02 pm)
geeky

I feel: geeky

The new Ben & Jerry's ice cream flavor!

How freaking awesome is that??!


I'm going to see Hooligans today.
Do you kick balls? =)

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(no subject)

February 25th, 2006 (11:02 pm)
annoyed

I feel: annoyed

My computer is being weird.
Everything is bigger. Not just the text... everything. It's wider. I can't explain, but it's freaking me out.

It's also messing with my LJ layout and that's so annoying.


On the bright side this icon is hot.

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(no subject)

February 24th, 2006 (10:42 pm)
full

I feel: full

King Arthur was on last night, but I only managed to watch about 25 minutes of it. It was like a really strange and freaky combination of Holy Grail and Life of Brian. I mean, you had Arthur and his knights... but there were Romans as well. So weird.

And from my entire flist:

You Are 54% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

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(no subject)

February 24th, 2006 (12:50 pm)
productive

I feel: productive

I was fiddling around with my new Photoshop and this happened...


14 Python quote icons!Collapse )

Take, comment, credit, DON'T HOTLINK. =)

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(no subject)

February 23rd, 2006 (05:35 pm)
accomplished

I feel: accomplished

I have successfully installed Photoshop!!

Now I just need to learn how to use it...

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(no subject)

February 23rd, 2006 (12:29 am)
contemplative

I feel: contemplative

Does the fact that I'm halfway through my army service mean I have to start thinking about what I'll be doing when it's over?

Cuz I really don't want to.

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(no subject)

February 22nd, 2006 (09:16 pm)
disappointed

I feel: disappointed

No new Lost tonight?

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(no subject)

February 22nd, 2006 (06:52 pm)
annoyed

I feel: annoyed

crisis!!

there's something wrong with my windows media player! I can't watch House!


I'm only getting the audio... hmmm, maybe I should download DivX... yes, I think that's what I need to do...

ETA: it worked! watching House now... ;)

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(no subject)

February 22nd, 2006 (05:51 pm)
worried

I feel: worried

I can't find my backup discs!!!!!!!

*dies*


Found them.

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(no subject)

February 22nd, 2006 (04:47 pm)
sick

I feel: sick

I'm not quite dead... =)

The trip was great!
We rode donkeys and played in the snow... the only bad thing about it was the fact that I was sick. Got home on Monday night with no voice at all and feeling really icky. My boss/commander said I didn't have to go to work on Tuesday, so I stayed home. BUT my father's friend took our computer yesterday morning to reformat it, so I couldn't use the internet until now.

Today I went to the clinic and got two days off work. I'm still sick, but feeling a little better.

I need to catch up on 3.5 days of LJ....


ETA: HAPPY BIRTHDAY sillyd!!!!

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(no subject)

February 19th, 2006 (12:19 am)
blah

I feel: blah

Going on a trip w00t w00t!

Be back on Monday night. =)

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Free Zone

February 18th, 2006 (06:25 pm)
disappointed

I feel: disappointed

I just wrote a review about Free Zone and the power went out.
I shall try to rewrite.

Free Zone - no spoilersCollapse )


ETA: Got an email from livejournal. My extra userpics expire in 10 days. *pouts*

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