Never Mind The Buzzcocks And Other Anecdotes

Right. Hello there. Haven't been around lately for a few reasons. Computer now fixed after Computer Man came and sorted it out. Have Sims 2 on it and it works like a fucking dream. A 3-D does everything dream.

 

rose_rain came down from Newcastle on Monday to visit. We ordered tickets for Never Mind the Buzzcocks and that was yesterday.

Left home yesterday at like, 10am. Got into London with ease and fabulousness and headed to Camden. Now, I've been to Camden and I've never been a huge devotee of the place. To my mind it's too touristy (in that it's where people go for 'trendy/hippie' stuff and it's full of opportunistic, overpriced crap) so I was not expecting to see anything I liked. Found Led Zeppelin t-shirts that were so shoddy the lettering would've fallen off after one wash.

Then, I found a stall selling t-shirts for every conceivable band. Found some Thin Lizzy t-shirts (AT FUCKING LAST) but they were shit. Then I found a red one with fabulous gold lettering of a decent quality. Five seconds later I found a unique, excellent-quality Doors t-shirt that actually features all FOUR members of the band instead of just that over-weight drunken wanker. I spent 20 quid for both, which is a good price, even when I only have 20 quid in my pocket (bought The Living Daylights earlier at Virgin cos it was on special offer). Then we went to Starbucks. Then we walked back, all the way past Camden Town station looking for a place to eat. By the time we got to Mornington Crescent station we were like 'let's just go to Oxford Street Pizza Hut'. So we did. Nice food, even though I only ate there last Wednesday! Then we mooched down to the big H&M and TopShop at Oxford Circus before Bond Street, where Lynsie marvelled at the Versace/Prada/Gucci/Asprey shops and then we ordered catalogues from Tiffany's.

Then, I swear to God, we walked all the way down Piccadilly from Old Bond Street to Hyde Park Corner, halfway up Park Lane and into Hyde Park. Then all the way across Hyde Park, stopping to have a look at the deeply unimpressive not-half-good-enough waste of money known as the Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain. It was turned off but there was no sign of cleaning or anything. And it's even smaller than it looks on TV. Just downright shit, frankly. We missed the gate to leave the park to get to Queensbury station, so ended up walking all the way to Notting Hill Gate.

Oh, we stopped off for a Coke at the Hard Rock Cafe on Piccadilly. When we went in No Doubt video was playing, and Lynsie loves them. They were followed by Led Zeppelin and we were sat behind Roger Daltrey's Pinball Wizard costume from Tommy The Movie. We've decided we're defo eating lunch there when she's back this way in November!

To sum up, we walked from Bond Street to Notting Hill. That's quite a long fucking way. Then we headed off to BBC Television Centre. Got there at twenty past five and there were already people queueing to get in. Had to stand for forty minutes before getting through security, getting a sticker (51 & 52 if you care) on our tickets. Then we had to wait in the fancy 'Audience Foyer' for another hour. Did a BBC/University of Surrey sleep survey (which is fitting for me) while we waited, drank hot chocolate and browsed the little BBC Shop in the foyer place.

Then we got shephered through to Studio 6. Is much smaller than I expected. Had OK seats. The floor manager spoke to us about clapping and stuff, then Mark Lamarr himself came out to do the warm-up. In essence he told us in joke form that we should expect to have the piss taken, be a bit offended, yadda yadda, nothing you don't know if you've ever seen Buzzcocks before. Then he sat in the host chair and introduced the team captains, Phill Jupitus and Bill Bailey. They joked about a bit before introducing their teams. On Phill's was Ben from dance guys Phats and Small and Louis Walsh from Popstars and the X Factor. Then Bill started....

One of his guests was a dance singer I didn't know. The other was someone I know very well. Jason. Fucking. Donovan.

Of all the people in all the world that could've been on Buzzcocks this week, and it's that arrogant, clueless, wanker of all wankers who still seems to think it's 1989. WHY ME? WHY GOD WHY? WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME? *pisses self laughing*

Anyway, the whole thing lasted 2 hours, which I spent hunched, so hard was I laughing. We then went to Leicester Sq for food at Bella Pasta and then came home and watched some of the Living Daylights.

Spent today watching videoed Buzzcocks from ages ago, including the one where Slash and Tony Blackburn were on Phill's team (Mark actually mentioned this in warm-up last night). Then we took Lynsie to the train station so she could go home. And now I am home catching up on LJ stuff I didn't read when she was here (not wanting to leave her for hours on end while I read and responded).

Also: My fucking tooth is fucking killing me fucking dead. It's just like it was in Jan 03 when I had 2 abcesses on the famous fucked-up filling tooth. It's the same tooth. I swear to God, this tooth surely can't handle any more work being done on it? Won't I look attractive, with my front tooth missing? Am off to find Advil. Goodbye my dears.

Never Mind The Buzzcocks And Other Anecdotes

Right. Hello there. Haven't been around lately for a few reasons. Computer now fixed after Computer Man came and sorted it out. Have Sims 2 on it and it works like a fucking dream. A 3-D does everything dream.

 

rose_rain came down from Newcastle on Monday to visit. We ordered tickets for Never Mind the Buzzcocks and that was yesterday.

Left home yesterday at like, 10am. Got into London with ease and fabulousness and headed to Camden. Now, I've been to Camden and I've never been a huge devotee of the place. To my mind it's too touristy (in that it's where people go for 'trendy/hippie' stuff and it's full of opportunistic, overpriced crap) so I was not expecting to see anything I liked. Found Led Zeppelin t-shirts that were so shoddy the lettering would've fallen off after one wash.

Then, I found a stall selling t-shirts for every conceivable band. Found some Thin Lizzy t-shirts (AT FUCKING LAST) but they were shit. Then I found a red one with fabulous gold lettering of a decent quality. Five seconds later I found a unique, excellent-quality Doors t-shirt that actually features all FOUR members of the band instead of just that over-weight drunken wanker. I spent 20 quid for both, which is a good price, even when I only have 20 quid in my pocket (bought The Living Daylights earlier at Virgin cos it was on special offer). Then we went to Starbucks. Then we walked back, all the way past Camden Town station looking for a place to eat. By the time we got to Mornington Crescent station we were like 'let's just go to Oxford Street Pizza Hut'. So we did. Nice food, even though I only ate there last Wednesday! Then we mooched down to the big H&M and TopShop at Oxford Circus before Bond Street, where Lynsie marvelled at the Versace/Prada/Gucci/Asprey shops and then we ordered catalogues from Tiffany's.

Then, I swear to God, we walked all the way down Piccadilly from Old Bond Street to Hyde Park Corner, halfway up Park Lane and into Hyde Park. Then all the way across Hyde Park, stopping to have a look at the deeply unimpressive not-half-good-enough waste of money known as the Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain. It was turned off but there was no sign of cleaning or anything. And it's even smaller than it looks on TV. Just downright shit, frankly. We missed the gate to leave the park to get to Queensbury station, so ended up walking all the way to Notting Hill Gate.

Oh, we stopped off for a Coke at the Hard Rock Cafe on Piccadilly. When we went in No Doubt video was playing, and Lynsie loves them. They were followed by Led Zeppelin and we were sat behind Roger Daltrey's Pinball Wizard costume from Tommy The Movie. We've decided we're defo eating lunch there when she's back this way in November!

To sum up, we walked from Bond Street to Notting Hill. That's quite a long fucking way. Then we headed off to BBC Television Centre. Got there at twenty past five and there were already people queueing to get in. Had to stand for forty minutes before getting through security, getting a sticker (51 & 52 if you care) on our tickets. Then we had to wait in the fancy 'Audience Foyer' for another hour. Did a BBC/University of Surrey sleep survey (which is fitting for me) while we waited, drank hot chocolate and browsed the little BBC Shop in the foyer place.

Then we got shephered through to Studio 6. Is much smaller than I expected. Had OK seats. The floor manager spoke to us about clapping and stuff, then Mark Lamarr himself came out to do the warm-up. In essence he told us in joke form that we should expect to have the piss taken, be a bit offended, yadda yadda, nothing you don't know if you've ever seen Buzzcocks before. Then he sat in the host chair and introduced the team captains, Phill Jupitus and Bill Bailey. They joked about a bit before introducing their teams. On Phill's was Ben from dance guys Phats and Small and Louis Walsh from Popstars and the X Factor. Then Bill started....

One of his guests was a dance singer I didn't know. The other was someone I know very well. Jason. Fucking. Donovan.

Of all the people in all the world that could've been on Buzzcocks this week, and it's that arrogant, clueless, wanker of all wankers who still seems to think it's 1989. WHY ME? WHY GOD WHY? WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME? *pisses self laughing*

Anyway, the whole thing lasted 2 hours, which I spent hunched, so hard was I laughing. We then went to Leicester Sq for food at Bella Pasta and then came home and watched some of the Living Daylights.

Spent today watching videoed Buzzcocks from ages ago, including the one where Slash and Tony Blackburn were on Phill's team (Mark actually mentioned this in warm-up last night). Then we took Lynsie to the train station so she could go home. And now I am home catching up on LJ stuff I didn't read when she was here (not wanting to leave her for hours on end while I read and responded).

Also: My fucking tooth is fucking killing me fucking dead. It's just like it was in Jan 03 when I had 2 abcesses on the famous fucked-up filling tooth. It's the same tooth. I swear to God, this tooth surely can't handle any more work being done on it? Won't I look attractive, with my front tooth missing? Am off to find Advil. Goodbye my dears.