Happy Friday

Happy Friday one and all. Here's one for you to procrastinate over for the remaining hours of the week - find the 70 band names depicted here. It will drive you insane. You're welcome :)

That Diem got Carped!

When life gives you lemons, take them. Free stuff is cool. 


NOW GO AND CARPE THAT DIEM AND SHOW EM HOW IT'S DONE!

iResign

Notice of resignation – check*

Baltic strength furs – check

Cattle strength Vallium – check

I’m ready and set to do board the Air Berlin flight for my pre-move visit: making myself known and generally causing havoc. Super excited about a genuine Weihnachtsmarkt or three, wurst, and proper German chilblains (it’s cold. And I mean COOOLD!!!)

Efficiency. In action.

Looking forward to attempting to manoeuvre my way through a phone contract in Deutsch, and a few interviews which I am hopelessly underprepared for (read: have yet to prepare).

Natürlich I’ll be dipping into German oddball culture with Visiothek’s stage adaptations of cult movies, but squeezed into short chapters and mostly improvised. Saturdays matinee: Pulp Fiction. Wunderbar.

And plenty of other exciting things, and people. And faces.

So much so that I am almost ok about east London putting on a ridiculously good set of activities as soon as I decide to leave. If England starts getting good just as I’m about to leave I’m having KÄTZCHEN!!

Anywho Town Hall Hotels are hosting the launch night of Vivyl at Viajante tomorrow at… well, Viajante Bar in E2. Gutted to be missing this!

This is swiftly followed by the grand opening of Hoxton’s hottest new drinking spot, the White Horse which will include an appearance of the one and only Dj Derek.

So many activities, only one Ayesha.

I am cry.

*Copy and pasted from a website called iResign. True story.

Emigrating is hard work. Who'd've thunk it.

Who would’ve thought that running away with your eyes closed would be so taxing.

In my head: I throw a few key items into my Longchamps weekender, weep a silent tear and shuffle off in a black cab, Berlin-bound to start my new life.

Real thing: Stressy Armpits, chewed off nails and living out of giant friggen laundry bags.

There’s cancelling of water, lines, contracts, accounts bla bla bleurgh I know the waiting line tracks to O2 by heart now and don’t even get me started on EXCESS BAGGAGE!!!

The man (who came with the van) communicated in grunts and f*s (really? 1million sperm and you were the fastest?!), so I will be amazed if he turns up tomorrow, let alone gets me to my destination in one piece.

There should be a service where you pay a one off fee and they sort your shit out for you. There. Now someone go patent that and make a buck.(and then call me please?)

#NowListeningTo Devo – Big Mess

Staycation destination: Glasgee.

After going out last Saturday to work at the formidable Love Fever and ending up at various trance squat raves and warehouse parties I thought I might take it easy this weekend.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind trance: I spent my late teens in trance raves, in questionable parachute pants, swirling glowsticks around my head and chewing on my face like it was going out of fashion (apparently it never did). But rolling home at 6pm Sunday, in heels covered in paint and enough dog hair to make an industrial strength fur, is really not The One.

So yes, this weekend I am taking myself to sunny Glasgow for a staycation with the ladies (I use that term loosely).

The wonderful Tie will be showing us around her home town, and I’m told there’ll be more Indie nights than you can shake a bottle of Buckfast at (said drink apparently cause of  >80% of alcohol related violence. Such as shaking bottles of Buckfast at idioms).

So far we are doing this and this and maybe a bit of this (oohh errr), but suggestions welcome.

If I make it back in one piece there will be photographic evidence. If not, have my liver spread on toast. It’s pretty much delicatessen by now.

In Londoncentric news I am doing wees of excitement at the imminent opening of Hoxtons next big thing, The White Horse. Had a sneaky preview earlier this week, courtesy of owner and provider of most eastern decent nights A.Bird, and it is looking shit hot right now. If anyone wants to throw me a surprise leaving do this one is definitely The One.

Opening night next Friday – come show your beautiful faces kids x

Why farting in a bin trumps Videogames

I like all of the songs in my iTunes - I bought the CD (or more likely risked accidentally downloading malware) for a reason, yeah? 

Except for when it's on shuffle, cos then I like about one in every twelve songs in my Library.

You can’t really go wrong with Jose Gonzalez though. He could basically fart in a bin and it would still be music to make babies to and probably feature on inspiring car ads.

I do love him, old JG. He is mostly nose. I’d say 79% with a bit of beautiful boy attached to it. And owned the Midas Touch.

So no surprise then that his most recent colab with Norwegian belle Ane Brun, the  beautifully dark Worship, has garnered immediate radio play and general hype reminiscent of a recent duck mouthed songstress. Only this is clearly better. Much better. See...

Can I get a communal sigh for the nose please...

*le swoon*

Ane Brun's Album 'It All Starts With One' was release 07 Sep on Balloon Ranger Recordings

Boredom is rage spread thinly. Reduce your rage – adopt a Llama.

There comes a time during the day - you never quite know when, and it always creeps up on me - when BANG and your productivity is o.v.e.r.!!

Today my bang appended around 11.38am.

So I have spent the rest of the day researching deafness. And by ‘researching’ I mean looking at Flikr. And by ‘deafness’ I mean Llamas...

Seriously! How bloody ace are Llamas? Look at their tragic hair! I relate to that.

So I have decided that Llamas are my spirit animal. BEST animal there ever was!

In non-Llama news tomorrow is bonfire night, which I don’t really approve of but will get involved in anyways.  You will find me at Netil House 360 trying to decide whether I’m hot or cold or just really really drunk.

Play safe kids! xx