Touch of the Stephen King's

Had a lovely evening out last night at Romeo and Juliet (open air theatre - nice but a bit windy), but it did occur to me on the way home that he does tend to revisit themes alot (or maybe my Shakespeare viewing has all merged into one).

Isn't there an - oh I've accidentally killed myself in Anthony and Cleopatra? Was he the Stephen King of the olden days - who seems determined to rehash stories of dogs and cars.

One other thing I always forget is how camply rude he is. Maybe also the Benny Hill of previous times.

Too young for chumbawumba

Its not everyday you get mistaken for a minor celebrity. At a recent gig Geoff Berner gig at Sheffield, our motley crew were mistakenly taken to be Chumbawumba, who were expected.

Luckily for us, the nice door lady decided we were to young for Chumbawumba, and having since looked at a picture of them I am very glad she came to that conclusion.

It has continued to amuse me every since.

Glad drags and fag hags

What can I say about the Sex and the City film that hasn't been said before. Well, nothing. But I loved it. It was like slipping on a pair of comfortable shoes. And believe me, I should know.

Psychic Sunday

Went with my friend yesterday to see the very charismatic psychic phenomena that is John Edwards. Regardless of his psychic abilities, his abilities as a motivational speaker can not be faulted. He loves a chat, and he's good at it.

I found the whole process fascinating, and did wonder afterwards if I was missing a trick on the money front. Am considering becoming a life coach. Seems to be where the money is. A bit sad I know, but it seems that people need someone else to give them the courage to do the things they know they want to do anyway. I am the same. Why is is that we have learnt over the years to ignore our instincts? Is it because of mortgages, credit cards etc.

Sometimes the evidence tells me that I am a proper grown up even though I still don't feel like I am.

Disgruntled from the UK

Why oh why did Russia win the Eurovision? Every year I turn a blind eye to the fact that no one votes for us but enough is enough. It was the worst song ever.

As a lover of Eurovision we had a party and for the first time in my history of scoring I gave minus points. I have given zero before but have never ventured into the minus zone. I can only think that they won because they were standing over all the Eastern European voters with big guns. When you go to these countries they all hate the Russians.

Lets hope Terry doesn't quit though. If he does I may have to quit watching it altogether!

The party was great. And there was some excellent fancy dress going on. We had pirates, Terry, the Ukrainian cross dresser from last year and an Abba throw back. And, I really did look like the little Serbian lesbian. It was uncanny!

Can we ditch our Americans friends and get back in the European fold before next years one - please!

Cinema museum

Had an interesting trip to the cinema museum on Saturday. This quirky place is full of fascinating cinema stuff, based in an old work house in Kennington that used to house Charlie Chaplin's mum.

A lot of the stuff is boxed up due to lack of space which is a shame. I could have spent ages in the photo room, which was mostly files, but I had a delve whilst the guide was talking and cane across pictures of Harrison Ford, daleks and some dashing chap that I couldn't quite identify.

Unfortunately the museum has to move on at the end of the month. I hope though that they end up with a bigger space where they can display more of there items.

The collection of ashtrays for one is classic. There are also a couple of sets of cinema doors, some projectors, reels of film,a Felix the cat and lots of movie poster boards.

This trip was followed by an equally quirky expedition to the Little Apple in Kennington, which seemed to full of happy drunk people who possibly hadn't gone home last night.

Sausage by the sea

I was in lovely Brighton last night for the camp fest that was girls aloud. Having taken the afternoon of work it felt very naughty browsing the shops and reading my book on the beach.

When the troops joined me we checked in to our hotel (apparently not the only Girls Aloud customers they had) and set about the task of having a few pre gig drinks...

And its a good job we did. We all had a whale of a time but, the singing was terrible (except - it was universally agreed - for Nicola, who was fab [I know, I know I am a little biased but they even said so on the radio this morning so it must be true]).

They have great energy and I would recommend them, if like us, you don't take things to seriously.

Afterwards we did the obligatory pub crawl which included Legends - the only place really with a bit of life late on a Tuesday - and today I am feeling just a wee bit exhausted.

It was nice to get to Brighton again. Someone give me a highly paid job in the area so I can afford to live there :-)