The Antidote To Valentines Day #2

Reflekt ft Delline Bass // Need To Feel Loved

Chemical Brothers // Dream On

The Damned // Shadow Of Love

Nirvana // Love Buzz

Cruel Intentions (1999)

Eraserhead (1977)

The Antidote To Valentines Day #1

Valentines has always struck me as something chavs do - this is the second year that I'll have spent the day with my boyfriend, and I've still no desire to make some tacky gesture. If romance means 'me 2 you' bears and an expensive meal then I'd rather not go there.
So in this spirit - and in case you didn't notice, the stuff in these posts is on the theme of 'love' but in a non-conventional way. Nobody likes a sap:

Type O Negative // Love You To Death

Sisters Of Mercy // Temple Of Love

TV On The Radio // Province

Pixies // La La Love You

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

True Romance (1993)

Excuse the subtitles - only version on Youtube

Fleetwood Mac // Go Your Own Way

This is the only Fleetwood Mac song I like, and I reckon that's because it doesn't suck as much as their other stuff. Anyway, this morning I heard it on an advert for some album they've released or something, I thought it only appropriate to share as it never fails to lift the mood:

Punchable Wardrobe

If you like fashion, like fashion. If you want to follow it then follow it.
I think anyone that reads my 'venom' (?) about people who think they're 'the next big thing' must assume fashion is something I hate - it isn't.
Like any other girl, I love clothes. As shallow and materialistic as it may be, having something new to wear makes you feel good.

I applaud creativity, flair and ambition. If you aspire to work in fashion then good luck to you.
The annoyance I feel lies with those who think that because they are/trying to be a part of something - fashion as an example - they are better than anyone else. And that anyone who chooses not to 'follow trends' is a lesser person than they are.
That's not what I'm about.

You can be really into fashion and still do whatever the fuck you want without worrying that people will disown you - and I'm lucky enough to actually know people like that.

HOWEVER - clearly people who follow trends religiously - as if their lives depend on it with no regard as to whether or not they actually like what they cover themselves in - do it because they think nobody would give a fuck about them if you stripped them of the stuff they bought with [most likely] their parents wealth... and it begs the question, why the hell are you trying to impress people that self-involved ?
I can even ignore the fact that people who cite their biggest achievement in life as being that they keep up-to-date with trends are the same people who, once I start speaking to them, are devoid of substance and therefore of no interest to me whatsoever.

Although it is a cliche phrase, repeated during awards ceremonies by the inarticulate, it will forever ring true - the best things in life are genuine.
If it just so happens that your tastes match exactly that of current trends at whatever time, then fine. But I don't think anybody should kid themselves, or fabricate the person they want to be if it means abandoning who they really are.
I have a real problem with that.

READ JULIA'S BLOG

I found out today my friend Julia keeps a blog that she's had exactly the same amount of time as I've had mine. I only stumbled across it by checking my site stats and it appears that she's linked me on her blogroll thing.

Go check it out: http://thugzgetlonelytoo.blogspot.com//

There are loads of reasons to love Julia - she has good taste in everything, she is one of few girls that weren't created to put me in killing mode, and she hates more or less everyone just as much as I do. The first time we went out together she gave up being a vegetarian briefly for Southend SFC. If that's not the trademark of someone you want to hang on to then I don't know what is... and she's hot.
We're both moving to Brighton in September - hopefully into the same house, but who knows - so get used to hearing her name.

Satisfying My Own Vanity

I'm happy that I'm starting to actually look like a girl again after the disastrous haircut in which I lost a good five inches I worked hard on growing because the hairdresser quite literally took it upon herself to "do anything with it".

Nobody Wants a Fat Girlfriend

CURVY:

"CURVY":

My Mr. Kate

My boyfriend is so fucking cool.
For example, while he was out filming yesterday he stole me some stuff from a disused church because he knew I'd like it - alter incense burners, that kind of thing [so don't worry, no headstones or organs - either kind].
And before you assume this is because I'm one of these cliche Goth-cuz-its's-cool-again types, let me assure you that I am so not. I'd have Adidas over Acne any day, I just like that kind of thing.

So the thing that prompted this post - WELL, I came across a picture I started drawing of him last year - according to the back, which states 'April 2009', but I can't verify that - and though it's not finished yet, I do think it's kinda cool. It's the hair that does it.
Exclude the accidental lines on his face that makes him look about twenty years older than he really is:

Pulp - His n Hers

I may just be getting ahead of myself due to the relief of January having gone away for another year, but summer is well on it's way. Naturally it seems only appropriate that the inevitably more upbeat attitude that it brings with it should be accompanied by music of the same positive nature.
I'm only speaking for myself here, but 'His n Hers' by Pulp is one of my favourite albums of all time, with 'Do You Remember The First Time?' being one of those tracks that you can come back to time and time again without ever tiring of it.
If it's not already in your collection then I strongly suggest you invest - it came out in 1994, so you pick it up for next to nothing.

Long Live The New Flesh

Recently I've been doing way too many things that don't pay off - flat hunting, legal work, the list of soul destroying activities is endless really. Compared to a few months ago, any creativity left in me has been temporarily killed off, along with any desire to listen to music, watch films and do something illegal. Seeing as the most depressing month of the year - January - is drawing to a close in half an hour, I think it's time I embraced the finer things in life.

So if you'd care to join me:

Back Of The Neck

It might just be me, but whenever there are photos taken of me, I always end up with loads of the back of my neck, or the back of my head, or some other part of me that gives no indication as to what I might actually look like. Which is good in a way, because I am the least photogenic person I know [before you say otherwise, kind people, one word: Photoshop].

And sometimes these photos are pictures I've taken myself.

I'm Moving [Again]

I thought I'd put it out there that I'm intending to move again - well, actually, in six or seven months.

My next city is going to be Brighton, mainly because I miss living near the sea.
Right now I'm living in Wiltshire, in a city just outside Bournemouth and Southampton. It's nice and everything, but the people here seem to be still coming to terms with the millennium. It's fucking boring. I miss brilliant clubs [as well as the shit clubs], people that are upfront & like to go out with the intention of not remembering anything [I don't drink but every once in a while it's good]. There are a lot of things I miss, that I never thought I would.

Now I'm definitely not 'Miss Fashion' or 'Miss Music', but regardless of whether or not I like to 'follow' trends, I like to know what they are. I like to know what's going on, and here, people really do not have a clue.
I have to rely mainly on television and the internet between travelling around to know what's going on, and it's the worst thing ever. Though I suppose that's what you get for living in the West, and too far from London. I'm not used to it.
So what were the brains behind Brighton, you say ?
WELL - I don't want to move to London, because I'll be there during the 2012 Olympics by the time I've got my act together and moved. I can't think of anything worse than taking all the twats you tend to try and avoid in London, and multiplying them by 100.
I'm from Essex, and so naturally I can't stay away for the whole time, but it's worth a try.

In addition to this, Brighton is really fucking cool. Anyone who lives as far south as Essex or lower should make a point to visit it regularly. Think of a city, by the sea, with architecture similar to that of Amsterdam, and a positive attitude to match.
...and it's a lot cheaper than other places of equal interest. It's sort of like Southend, in the sense that it has all of the good qualities of Southend [pretty much], but less loafer wearing sleazers that follow you round Mayhem.

I thought you might like to know what my plans for after the summer are. If you've actually bothered to read this far then I'm quite impressed - I started reading back over it just now to make sure I hadn't made some super moron error when writing it and I bored even myself.
I'm not usually one to divulge anything about my 'private' life to complete strangers, but this is more a conversational topic than 'facts about me' - none of which would be of any interest to any of you anyway.
But if you do wish to know something - and this is a one off insight into my life, so prepare yourselves - I have a new job. Which is brilliant, considering I had about one more week until I became suicidal, or crazy, or both.

I promise to write a good post soon. Until then, I'll post some videos to keep you at bay.

Just To Clear This Up

Photo by Wallo Villacorta

I'm not enough of a dick to keep a 'fashion blog' that consists only of pictures of thin girls in 'Vauthier' style photos and shoes that I can't afford. If you're into that sort of thing for reasons other than trying to get your name out there then yeah, whatever.
But to be honest, I've had my fill of bitching at wannabe somebody's. There's so little substance there that I've run out of material.
There's a reason for why I have a real problem with people adopting fashion as their first love for the sake of status - it's because when it comes down to it, the most hardcore fakers are content with sitting on the sidelines, observing what the best are doing and then following them. There's no passion to make a statement (and no, magazine recommended 'statement pieces' do not count because you're already buying into them because you know that if an editor recommends it, they are 'safe'), to embrace the wonderful, more artistic and open minded side of fashion and do whatever you want.
In case you hadn't noticed, the most iconic people defined something. They didn't jump on the bandwagon, they did want they wanted and in the meantime, unknowingly set a standard. I do realize that I sound like one of the twats I go on about right now, but whatever. It's the only way I could articulate my point properly.

I really don't get why some people are so down with thinking I'm a real bitch though. If I picked out individuals then I'd get it, but I'm only ever complaining about stereotypes, cliches. Is there anything so wrong with that ?

I'm not pretentious.
I might sound like I am, but I'm probably the least pretentious person you'll ever meet. I am what I am.

...and I'm definitely not tolerant enough NOT to use my blog to bitch about things I don't like. I hate so much stuff. 99% of everything makes me cringe so bad I feel like I'm gonna fold inside myself. Sometimes when I write a blog about what makes me cringe, the blog itself makes me cringe. I can't win.

I think that's kind of a good thing.
I don't have a blog because I want to come across a certain way to people I've never met, or because I want to pretend I'm overly intelligent or sensitive.
I don't define myself by what I do or do not like, the things I say or what I wear. I just write about things as they're in my head.

Obviously it's nice when somebody reads Gold Lion [oh, this old thing ?] and agrees with me, but if nobody else does then I'm not too bothered. I actually update this thing for my own enjoyment rather than anybody else's.
That, and the fact I am voluntarily (and VERY temporarily) on the dole right now, so there's fuck all else to do.

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Welcome Back Britain

Upon checking my last post for massive spelling errors [yeah, I do that] I noticed that my 'flag counter' now states that the UK is the country most interested [after the US] in my blog. A little while ago I was annoyed to find that more German people read my blog than English. I know how cool I am to notice that kind of thing.

Eddie Halliwell The God

Eddie Halliwell is without a doubt one of my favourite dance producers ever. Anyone that's mildly interested in dance music will be familiar with him.
He specializes in what I believe to be the greatest, most unifying style of music ever created - whether you drop or not - trance. I saw him at Global Gathering 2008 on the midnight of my 18th birthday and he fucking killed it.
Some of the best:

Timmy & Tommy // Full Tiltin

This version is a rework by Eddie Halliwell. Excellent I'm sure you'll agree...

You Look Like A Twat

I think I am the only person who thinks the denim overload looks stupid. I'm talking denim shirts with denim jeans, Home Improvement style.
But wear it by all means, cuz if you've been told it's in then of course you should like it ! And you definitely HAVE to wear it anyway because you definitely ARE gonna be somebody one day...

Crimping Champion

I decided the other day that I am so up for crimping my hair again. This is either a really awful idea, or a stroke of sheer brilliance - the problem with the latter being that the twattish wannabe fashion 'elite' will soon catch on & I'll start looking like one of the anonymous many.
Do you see what I'm getting at ?
I used to crimp my hair when I was about sixteen, way back when there was no chance in hell that anyone thought it looked good. I don't know whether it did look good - if I'm completely honest, I wore crimped extensions and just pretended it was my own hair - but I liked it all the same.
And I'm not talking about some hair-shy semi wave curl thing, I'm talking about all out zig-zag tresses. I'll let you know how that goes with pictures and shit. I'll maybe even put some up of when I was younger so you can compare, in my hood earrings and all - who knows ?
What I DO know is this - if it was good enough for the Big Breakfast and Melissa Joan Hart, then it's damn well good enough for me.

The Future Mrs. Walliams

Does nobody else find it slightly strange that David Walliams is getting married to Lara Stone ?
I love her, and he can be hilarious when he's not doing Little Britain. But whatever. If she wants an English guy, she could have any Burberry model [Sam Riley anyone ?] and it's a waste of good opportunity.