I went to the cinema last night to see Dercourt's The Page Turner. I haven't been to the cinema in about 4 years...I generally hate going, mainly because I can't stand people talking, eating and generally pissing me off. The film was cool - slightly slow, but quite disturbing. Reminded me of Hitchcock. Revenge - funny ol' thing.

It's amazing to see what is on youtube.com. This is the video which got me into Midge Ure's music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gkw54-nLp_Y

I went to the Rodin exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts this afternoon. I couldn't appreciate any of it; the rooms were full of people, all walking about, one step per minute.

I once told a friend about my fantasy of having a coat with blades on it - sounds sick, but the blades will rip into people who bang in to me. The friend laughed his balls off. I think he secretly related to my hatred of rude people, and there are very rude people in London.

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can

You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
Soon you will disappear
Fading into beautiful light
'cos everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move just to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing and I don't feel the same.

Just back from a long weekend in Bristol. I think it's a strange place - like an English version of Edinburgh, without the gothic, dark side. It doesn't seem to have any specific centre like most cities in the UK.

Was staying with my friend Mhairi who has been inviting me down there for ages. We went to some relatively posh restaurant in Clifton on Friday night, where I had the most amazing starter - I'll not elaborate for fear of offending any vegetarians. Then a saunter around an organic market on Saturday and also through the Georgian architectural bits in the afternoon. There was an amazing Elizabethan lodge just off a major road - the Red Lodge, or some-it.

I finally got to the string shop where my cello was first purchased. They valued it at £3,000 which I thought was quite cool.

Yay! I heard I got a pay rise today - yay!

I just watched a programme on BBC3 - "The 34 Stone Teenager" - it made me mad. Normally, I do not have time for fat b*****ds, but this girl seemed like quite a nice person; so immature though. Her mother should be up for child abuse: "I've never known her not to be overweight."

Well, why did you let her stuff food down her throat then, you f**k-wit?!

Bank Holiday - which gives me some time to update my homepage and take another look at this LJ. I haven't contributed to it since April. Makes me wonder why I have an LJ. Free time has allowed me to play around with its look - I think grey is quite a calming colour.

I had toyed with the idea of creating a legal blog - ever since that poor woman in France lost her job, but decided that if I got started, I would probably find myself in trouble.

Events
1652 - Rhode Island passes the first law in North America making slavery illegal.
1910 - The Earth passes through the tail of Comet Halley.
1969 - Apollo program: Apollo 10 launches.

Births
1048 - Omar Khayyám, Persian poet (d. 1123)
1872 - Lord Bertrand Russell, English mathematician and philosopher, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Literature (d. 1970)
1920 - Pope John Paul II (d. 2005)

Deaths
1911 - Gustav Mahler, Austrian composer (b. 1860)
1980 - Ian Curtis, British musician, singer and lyricist (Joy Division) (b. 1956)
1995 - Elizabeth Montgomery, American actress (b. 1933)

I don't know whether I love it or hate it - Sir John Soane's house that is. I went there on Saturday with 791point3. The house is crammed full of exotica but it stinks of Georgian and Victorian kitsch as well. There is interesting use of the 'patent' yellow colour in the reception room upstairs but the Shakespeare alcove on the staircase is tacky beyond belief. The basement looks like a scene from a Peter Cushing 1970s ITV horror.

I cannot believe, for one second, that the layout of the house hasn't changed since Soane's time. How anybody could live in there, without knocking stuff over, is beyond me.


Perhaps I was just in a bad mood because we had to queue to get in. I *don't* do queues.