3 posts tagged “foo fighters”

I'm watching films this evening (Pretty Woman, Before Sunrise... Before Sunset soon too) and mooching about the webby world for stuff to distract me. I want to to be morning so that I won't be tired and can go out and play. In the mean time, I was nosing the lovely Laura's blog and saw her game... it's a meme game and I like the word meme I think it's adorably cute so here's my version....

I often type into google 'Cate is' or 'Matt is' and stuff, but this one is all the things that come up when I type in 'Sian likes'... are you excited yet?

Sian Likes to pick up paper in Towns...

Do I? hmm... if it is shiny, then yes. I might do that. Or those little Origami pigeons in Trafalgar Square. I saw a project of origami butterflies once that people posted to one another, or left at peoples doors to cheer them up. They'd write messages on them and then the messages were relayed onto a website. I liked it.

Sian likes friends.

I do. Both the show and her friends. Today I have particularly enjoyed the email banter with Cate and the Friends episode where Pheobe sings songs to the kids. I do both when I'm tired but it was great to catch up with Cate while we were being lazy lazy.

Sian likes to buy a bargain.

Well yes. I do. But not just for the sake of it. But if I find something wonderful and I would have bought it anyway then this will make me quite happy. I am learning to be better with money. Although I do not care for the strange wording of the sentence.

Sian likes to look at Mothercare and other catalogues with babies in.

Oh come on! Even babies I know freak me out most of the time.

Sian likes to sit on my back and put little toy lollypops on my finger.

What does this mean? Really! I don't think I like to do this. But the childishness of it appeals.

Sian likes to be on top.

Really not the place. My dad reads this blog.

Sian likes to make funny faces.

I do. But I do not do this often enough. I will. Right now. I did. It was fun.

Sian likes to fall asleep in front of the television and lists her hobbies as reading, ironing...

I actually have not ironed in over a year and refuse to buy clothes that will ever need ironing. Come on, I go shopping instead of doing laundry for goodness sake. I do fall asleep in front of the telly lots though. And I haven't read a good book in ages. I blames my IPod.

Sian likes to work impulsively.

I do indeed. Even if it is very late at night. And I don't think twice about starting new projects. But sometimes I start too many things and get in a muddle of what to do next.

Sian likes to sing Amy Winehouse songs.

Noooooo. I like to sing Foo Fighters songs. Badly.

Sian likes to talk.

Erm... yes this is true. I talk too much and sometimes don't listen and sometimes interupt people when I get excited which is a very bad habit.

Sian likes to tease...

Maybe I do...

So the Foo Fighters were amazing. Realy really really amazing. I would happily marry Dave Grohl. And I stil adore Tayor Hawkins but he looks like Ed so fancying him is a bit weird. BUT YES. They were brilliant and I'm happy. I also can't move.

So today I am sitting. On my sofa with a balnket. I am being lazy and generally being chilled. Not least because I can't feel my legs of my head or... any of me really. But who cares. Lots of fun. Best gig ever. I have a little mini Dave Grohl running around in my head singing Foos songs. This happens a lot after I've been to a good gig.

I got more writing work yesterday too. I'm an arts correspondant for a new website for Chelsea socialites. A strange audience to be writing for, but it's OK money and another platform. Writing about art is fun too - I get to go to all those shows and mentally punch the arty wankers who talk bollocks. If I ever find myself talking like that I want someone to throw cheap wine at me from their plastic cup.

This means I've got enough work. In fact, with the website launching, I might even have too much. How the fuck did that happen? Two weeks ago I was crying coz I didn't have anything to do! Now I'd have to turn down work! Freelancing is strange.

But I've thought about things, and yes it means for the next couple of weeks I'll have to get used to everything and not go out to play as much as I like, but I'd rather have all this work and be tired instead of having no work. For all I know it could all dry up next week. As long as I actually save some money and look after me and don't spend all of my wages on shoes then I'll be fine. Then I'll have money to drown my sorrows when I'm unemployed. Clever.

What am I doing this weekend? Today I am chilling out on my sofa. Not even moving a little bit. But I might have a bottle of wine later. And then tomorrow I'm off to a photo studio in Spitalfields to have a chat with a guy who photographs all the people visiting the market each Sunday. It's cool. I'm also planning on buying some new shoes to wear on Tuesday. None of that sounds very rock n roll, but neither was the cup of tea I had after the gig last night.

Ooooh... cup of tea....off I toddle...

Champagne gives me an awful awful headache. I blame the Hospital Club.

My house is messy and I really really really need to tidy up. And do laundry.

I'm off to see the Foo Fighters in an hour and I'm very excited about it. I am going to find a way to kiss Dave Grohl. WEMBLEY STADIUM! WEMBLEY! I've never been. It's apparently very big.

I wish I knew what was in the Passionfruit cocktail I had last night. Aside from Passionfruit, obviously.

I start my new job next week. On Tuesday. Tuesday is my new favourite day.

I think I've got another writing job. Which means that I absolutely can not take on any more work. Wow.

My life should be sponsored by Twinings everyday tea.

I'm hungry.