I hate Technorati

I hate Technorati

I hate Technorati

I hate Technorati

I hate Technorati

Have I mentioned that I HATE Technorati

Hail me a cab!

Yes, I am off to New York tomorrow – hurrah! A girlish trip involving shoes and eating a lot. How marvellous.

A little politics

Largely I am political with a small p rather than having any particular party line affiliation but I do feel the need to blog about the impossible stream of vileness that is coming out of Manchester at the moment. In fact I can’t even blog about it I am so cross, luckily Tom Reynolds has.

Sadly there is an air of inevitability that these wretched people will be running the country next year.

Mothers and daughters

I need to preface this by saying that I love both my mother and my sister (very much).

Ever since I was young, I knew my mum loved my sister more than she loved me. Of course she denied it – for years and years. But two years ago I finally got the truth and it was actually such a relief – mainly because it meant I hadn’t been crazy all those years. My mum finally said that she loved my sister more than me. For various reasons. I have always been the difficult one. I was the one that drove my dad mad, that made him hit me (the one time he hit my sister, my mum went to the divorce courts). I was the one who had a weight problem, pierced her ears and wore too much black. I was the one who – aged seven – was put in charge of a traumatised family and failed to look after anyone (er…I was seven).

I sound so bitter and such a cow but the problem is my sister has gone home because she is sad and upset that her engagement is over. And I don’t blame her and I want to give her a big cuddle and her ex fiance a huge slap. But suddenly my presence isn’t required. Couldn’t get off the phone fast enough. 

It hurts. I accept it because that’s the way it is. I know that when my sister goes back to her life (in a week) and is no longer available, then I’ll be required to pick up the pieces and be at the end of the phone and in their house and at their beck and call. 

God! I sound like such a grumpy teenager and I hate myself for it. But it hurts so much.

I love my iphone

An app for my grocery order? I love it

Oh but i don’t want to give Mr Murdoch anymore money

I do have a video and I do know how to use it but, mysteriously (I don’t think), the video and the Sky box don’t like talking to each other. Plus you can only record what you watch (hmmm…bloody useless). So tonight I want to watch Secret Millionaire and the twins programme and I don’t seem to be able to manage it. I think this is a con.

Is it genetic?

I suspect this is a nurture issue rather than nature but I am completely perplexed. My sister and I are (okay having to put modesty aside at this point) perfectly nice people. We are kind, smart, successful, thoughtful people with no particularly weird tendencies or habits.

So why…

Do we find ourselves involved with feckless, thoughtless, lying, cheating men?

Every time?

Cultural stuff

I’ve been rather out and about this week (coupled with one of the worst bouts of insomnia known to mankind, it did lead to a rather teary disintegration at one point but hey ho!). Highlights included a talk by Tracey Emin launching her book of drawings. Now I must confess I am not the biggest ‘modern art’ fan, I don’t get a lot of it (the couple of times I’ve visited The Tate Modern I’ve had to leave because I felt sick and dizzy, I tend to get on much better with Tate Britain), and don’t really know Tracey Emin’s work. However, I really really enjoyed the evening. She was so interesting and the way she speaks about things is really powerful. She said if she could only work in one medium, she would write and I certainly found her words more powerful than the art bit. So that was very enligtening.

The other highlight was going to see Rigoletto last night at The  ENO. I’ve seen this production before and loved it and second time around it had lost none of its charm. Unfortunately I was sat next to the fidgetiest woman in the world and was filled with horror as several people decided to hum and la along to La Donna e Mobile – argh! Despite this, it’s a marvellous production (made even better for me as we only paid £3 a ticket – hurrah!).

Not quite in the same cultural league but taking up rather a lot of my attention is True Blood. Only on series one in the UK and it took a few episodes to get going but now I seem to be caught up in a rollercoaster of sex, weirdness, sex, blood and oh did I mention the sex?! It’s fabulous Friday night fodder (although inevitably end up having to record it because it clashes with something else – Peep Show at the moment).

And finally…I read 1984 this week. It’s me on my ‘List of Books I Ought to Read’ for ages which always fills me with slight trepidation because Books I Ought to Read and Books I Want to Read do not necessarily marry up. However I LOVED it. Not entirely sure why I loved it so much, I obviously just hit it at the right time in the right mood. Found it totally scary and gripping. Wondered why on earth I haven’t read it before.

Apparently the next stop on this cultural adventure is Zombieland…well I’m nothing if not ecelctic!