Oh my fucking God in Heaven...

Man alive!

So yesterday I decided to change the subject of my personal project from the 1701 *snore* Act of *snore* Settlement to a musical one- namely teen heartthrobs/tweenie music/boy bands and the like. I'll be asking you all for your input later. It's not like I've done any work on it yet, so it's hardly an issue for me to change now.

Anyway, I decided this after finding my Jason Donovan tapes in a box that had been moved during the reconstruction/whatever of our house. Haven't seen these little bastards for years (I'm a fucking Zep fan, what use do I have for low-production values, Stock, Aitken & Waterman derivative bollocks from the 80s/90s cusp? With tinny drum machines, no less.) but it got me thinking about how I might actually be able to construct 8000 words for something. So today I decided to start by Googling for 'Jase' himself. Found a site that still gets updated (that there are still real fans of him worries me, frankly).

The wanker's playing in Stevenage in August (at Jumpin Jaks. Very classy). Very close to my deadline, but within it nonetheless. Stevenage is so close to here it's where my local cinema is. Is this like, fate or kismet or something? Am I fated to get an interview with Jason fucking Donovan of all people?

I know I joke about Jason Donovan having been my first Twoo Luv, but it is true. Once upon a time there was a seven year old who accepted a mullet because she was 'in love' with Jason Donovan, and who listened to shit pop music because she was 'in love' with Jason Donovan. I won't forgive Kylie for shit done (The Delinquents mostly. Well, that was first anyway) but even now, as I sit here in a LZ t-shirt listening to the Buzzcocks, there is a very small sliver of my heart still given over to Jason fucking Donovan. I don't like it, but it's the way life goes. I am so glad I got over it (eventually) because nothing could be further away from what I really want now (except maybe Kylie). JD is the reason, I think, behind my true dislike of Harry/Ginny, because I know people shouldn't end up with their first crush.

Apparently, he's also playing Magaluf every weekend, which says to me he's trying to cash in on the fact that the girls who once loved him dearly are now old enough to go to Magaluf and get pissed/whatever. Who can blame him? Timmy Mallet does it.

Anyway, LOUISE! What are you doing on Thurs 26th August? :D

I so have to find agent/publicity details for this dude so I can try and set up an interview. This way, I might not totally cock up my MA.

Oh my fucking God in Heaven...

Man alive!

So yesterday I decided to change the subject of my personal project from the 1701 *snore* Act of *snore* Settlement to a musical one- namely teen heartthrobs/tweenie music/boy bands and the like. I'll be asking you all for your input later. It's not like I've done any work on it yet, so it's hardly an issue for me to change now.

Anyway, I decided this after finding my Jason Donovan tapes in a box that had been moved during the reconstruction/whatever of our house. Haven't seen these little bastards for years (I'm a fucking Zep fan, what use do I have for low-production values, Stock, Aitken & Waterman derivative bollocks from the 80s/90s cusp? With tinny drum machines, no less.) but it got me thinking about how I might actually be able to construct 8000 words for something. So today I decided to start by Googling for 'Jase' himself. Found a site that still gets updated (that there are still real fans of him worries me, frankly).

The wanker's playing in Stevenage in August (at Jumpin Jaks. Very classy). Very close to my deadline, but within it nonetheless. Stevenage is so close to here it's where my local cinema is. Is this like, fate or kismet or something? Am I fated to get an interview with Jason fucking Donovan of all people?

I know I joke about Jason Donovan having been my first Twoo Luv, but it is true. Once upon a time there was a seven year old who accepted a mullet because she was 'in love' with Jason Donovan, and who listened to shit pop music because she was 'in love' with Jason Donovan. I won't forgive Kylie for shit done (The Delinquents mostly. Well, that was first anyway) but even now, as I sit here in a LZ t-shirt listening to the Buzzcocks, there is a very small sliver of my heart still given over to Jason fucking Donovan. I don't like it, but it's the way life goes. I am so glad I got over it (eventually) because nothing could be further away from what I really want now (except maybe Kylie). JD is the reason, I think, behind my true dislike of Harry/Ginny, because I know people shouldn't end up with their first crush.

Apparently, he's also playing Magaluf every weekend, which says to me he's trying to cash in on the fact that the girls who once loved him dearly are now old enough to go to Magaluf and get pissed/whatever. Who can blame him? Timmy Mallet does it.

Anyway, LOUISE! What are you doing on Thurs 26th August? :D

I so have to find agent/publicity details for this dude so I can try and set up an interview. This way, I might not totally cock up my MA.