Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I heard about the parties and the engagements and other tacky-holiday-related shenanigans. It's been another week of non-stop thrills & spills this side of the...
checks google earth ...Indian ocean. The most adventurous thing I did was paint my toenails this congealed blood colour, which has actually turned out to be a more profound and disturbing experience than I ever expected.
It was supposed to be a kind of romantic gesture to myself for Valentine's Day (not the only one, either), but has ended up causing me trauma every time I glance downwards. It's been since high school - which was what,
six years ago now? - that I've taken to myself with nail varnish and... GOOD LORD, JUST LOOK AT THEM!!!
The whole thing was inspired by Ziyi Zhang in
Memoirs of a Geisha, forgetting that my feet are less like those of a petite, powdery geisha, more like those of something that might dwell in a rainforest canopy eating insects and berries. My feet are those of our primate ancestors. So not only do I have feet similar to those of a spider monkey, I've drawn attention to them by painting the tips of them bright red, and I kind of look like I've stood too close to the edge of the escalator. For several hours. I'm trying not to look at them now, but my desk is glass and I feel them staring up at me constantly.
Back in the Beforetime (Saturday) was Satoshi at Astra. He flew in for his new Renaissance mix album, still caning the progressive 4/4 and causing me to drink half an entire jug of Malibu & pineapple. Satoshi is supposedly over 40, but I think this is in dog years because from where I was standing he looked like a 17 year-old surfer with sun-bleached hair and a tan. His hair is actually grey... as you can see from my intimidatingly good photography:
Sunday caught up with Bum, the Thai go-go girl from a few weeks back. We used to see her in passing at Penny Black quite a bit, so it was good to hear that she's quit her position(s) at Rawhide and is looking for another job that doesn't involve tearing up thousand baht notes and yelling at Jon. (BTW, she had the missing piece of that note all along. Case closed! The
CSI: Soi Cowboy team heads to Mr. Donut...)
Then yesterday was V-Day. Thanks for the VD wishes, especially to Mon who might one day break the internet with all the smileys she fits into one email (i <3 u). My VD featured a trip to chinatown for an assortment of chinese-flavoured oceania. There was no popomundo.com but the night did involve enough alcohol so that throwing an egg at people working in an office block seemed like the funniest thing since my cat 'accidentally' fell into the bath. Like, 'Happy Valentine's Day, you hard-working motherfuckers - get a life! Here, have some egg on your window! We're better than you are - losers! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!'
The best food in Chinatown and possibly Bangkok and maybe even Thailand, no, the entire asian continent, the whole world, the milky way, the universe.So tonight one of Ed's friends is in town. I'm told he works for the Dirty Sanchez crew - a bunch of Welsh Jackass-style guys who do amazing and shocking things like punch themselves in the genitals and giggle about it. They're going to Patpong, because filming a bunch of rowdy lads at a Thai ping-pong show is a concept so cutting-edge it will likely saw your television in half from the inside then sever your arms off when you try to put the pieces back together.
That's all. Hi to B3 and Georgie, who join my captive blog audience this week and condolences to Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise who broke up. And congratulations to Lee, who keeps getting writing props
here's why and to Jo & Kathy who had their second engagement party and no doubt continue to frighten everyone with their displays of affection.
xx
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