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Things I intend to spend my first proper paycheck in nearly a year on...

1. A big chunk of What Katy Did online stock
2. A shoe rack

Hmmmm that will do for the time being

I haven't had a hangover on Monday morning since I was at Uni. Makes me feel like a youngun again.

Me and Mrs S went to a spa, which was lovely. With the mud and the funky paper knickers. More money will be spent on spas in future.

I have a permanent Auction House job with a proper wage and everything!

Now I love a bit of Austin as much as the next person but I wish the BBC would be a little more adventurous with it's adaptations. They seem to do the same books over and over again. I mean they are good books and I would be lying if I said that I wouldn't watch them. Just how about something a bit different? Northanger Abbey would be a good start.

Anyways....

We were discussing Lolita literature last Saturday and I thought I would throw in a few suggestions. These are all historial classics, improving to the mind and may be read without fear of moral pollution.

Uncle Silas by Sheriden Le Fanu.

This has everything. 17 year old be-ringletted heiress wearing delicious early 1830's dress. Sinister French governess with a taste for disreputable men and brandy. Evil rakish uncles. Wierd undertones of incest and religious mania. Ooh and streamtrains.

Carmilla also by Sheridan Le Fanu

This is set in a forest in a miscellaneous bit of 18th century Germany, a mysterious aristrocratic lady leaves her fascinatingly beautiful daughter with a young English girl and her elderly father in their chateau after a coach accident. Of course this aristocratic visitor turns out to be a predatory lesbian vampire (this was written in the 1800s!)

Evenlina or a Young Lady's entrance into the World. Fanny Burney.

18th century coming of age story. Rightly theorises that it's okay to be embarrased by your relations and run off with a Duke.

Agnes Grey. Anne Bronte

Slightly snotty Governess sets off to provide for her impoverished Clergyman father and her mother and sister. Ends up babysitting a set of brats. Her governess career climaxes with her supervising the entry into society of a spoilt young lady (also be-ringletted), reacts with horror as she tries to pinch everyone elses husband and smugly watches as she ends up marrying a caddish Lord who beats her.

I realised something on Sunday, mainly that there are too many lovely people that I don't see enough of. Also that there is more to life than see-through platform shoes, cemeteries and trying to make Marcouscous eat more vegetables.

I propose a evening visit to the John Soanes Museum on 6 October (a Tuesday, I thought a weekday thing would be a nice change)

http://www.soane.org/index.html

Sir John Soane collected a pile of odd bizarre stuff and kept it in his house. Entrance is free. It's a bit of a selfish choice of venue as I work very close but it does look very interesting.

On the first Tuesday of the month (6 October) they have a special candle-lit evening that lasts from 6 till 9. We could wander to a fine eatery afters if anyone fancied it (I will look out a suitable place nearby to save us time.

We would have to be there as early as poss (I finish work at 5:30 and will be there queueing from 5:45 ish) as the candle lit tours are very popular and we wouldn't be able to wait for too long.

Would be especially lovely to see anyone I met for the first time yesterday!

My beautiful red dress ruined!

My spelling on here is terrible, my excuse is that I am using internet cafe keyboards and the letters have worn off

1. Go to Lidel
2. Go to Kew Gardens
3. Go to Buckingham Palace
4. Make macarons
5. Tidy the house
6. Watch the Jeremy Kyle Show till I am sick with myself or the morals of society. Whichever comes first.

Kyra I have been lame and left my phone at home today, M is coming round tomorrow and the pie will be epic. I will have to make the custard there, can I borrow a fork and a saucepan?

PS WANT TEA PARTY ANNIVERSARY SPACESZ FOR ME AND M. OR JUST ME IF THERE IS ONE LEFT BECAUSE HE EATS TOO MUCH

There is nekkid kodona drama (IMHO the photos are hot and it's nice to see something so original. Perhaps not to all tastes I suppose though) and Boy Kitten is not involved! I demand that this be rectified!


(see, I can be all bossy and dominating when I need to be:D)

Want stuff....endless browsing of EGL comm sales in case someone is selling Iron Gate for £20. Waaah at having to spend my birthday money on boring shit like eating and train tickets.

I shall be 25 whole years tomorrow!

The 24th year has been an eventful one, I have...

1. Left a job in a most satisfying blaze of notoriety and glory

2. Learnt how to pay my own council tax

3. Had a phycological evaluation

4. Been propositioned on Loli secrets

5. Yelled at a chav

6. Eaten liver

7. Become short sighted

8. Been pursued by Goths

9. Worked in London

10. Spent lots of free time in a Victorian cemetery

My new fave work pastime is rocking out in the postroom when noone else is about. The postroom supervisor keeps the radio on all the time. It's tuned to a station in which the DJs have no qualms in informing us that the DAY OF ROCKENING is upon us and we should prepare to ROCK OUT.

Have formally requested to be kept on another 3 months, fingers crossed.

Thank you Valentine, it made my day :DDD

Alas there is no livejournal at work, blocked for adult content! And my bloody 3 dongle doesn't work in Putney so am typing this from a cafe in Chinatown.

FLat is awesome, job is awesome (but hard work) life is pretty sweet compared to 3 months ago.

I keeping seeing Vivienne Westwood in odd places in London. In the Tube or cycling down the Strand. If I had a Fairy Godmother I would choose her and ask if her models needed a plump country fed Kent lass to firmly lace them into her pretty corsets

 Is it wrong to stand there giggling as one very fat cat tears a hole in a bin bag in your neighbours front garden to get at the delicious goodies inside?

This is a beyond awesome song, play it nice and loud.

I have always loved the hysteria of the lyrics of the original and IMHO this one is better than the White Stripes cover

Maidens of St. Trinian's
Gird your armour on.
Grab the nearest weapon
Never mind which one!
battle's to the strongest
Might is always right.
Trample on the weakest
Glory in their plight!

St. Trinian's! St. Trinian's!
Our battle cry.
St. Trinian's! St. Trinian's!
Will never die!

Stride towards your fortune,
Boldly on your way!
Never once forgetting
There's one born every day.
Let our motto be broadcast
'Get your blow in first',
She who draws the sword last
Always comes off worst

I have been spending some of my ample spare time watching my collection of old 1950s St Trinians films. The latest one wasn't that bed (hiding the baby in the car seat under the bed and the poppers joke was quite funny) just a bit embarrassing.

I am not sure why the British have such a reputation for subtle, ironic comedy. All 'classic' British comedies are end of the pier affairs with punchlines about mother-in-laws and girls in bikinis. Or dirty ukulele songs

Now I go cleanin' windows to earn an honest bob
For a nosy parker it's an interestin' job

Now it's a job that just suits me
A window cleaner you would be
If you can see what I can see
When I'm cleanin' windows
Honeymoonin' couples too
You should see them bill 'n coo
You'd be surprised at things they do
When I'm cleanin' windows

In my profession I'll work hard
But I'll never stop
I'll climb this blinkin' ladder
Till I get right to the top

The blushin' bride, she looks divine
The bridegroom he is doin' fine
I'd rather have his job than mine
When I'm cleanin' windows

The chambermaids' sweet names I call
It's a wonder I don't fall
My mind's not on my work at all
When I'm cleanin' windows

I know a fella, such a swell
He has a thirst, that's plain to tell
I've seen him drink his bath as well
When I'm cleanin' windows

Oh, in my profession I'll work hard
But I'll never stop
I'll climb this blinkin' ladder
Till I get right to the top

Pyjamas lyin' side by side
Ladies nighties I have spied
I've often seen what goes inside
When I'm cleanin' window

Have been working on my application for Bonhams Auction House all day today. Also bought 20 meters of aluminum foil for £1.99! Thats nearly the length of a swimming pool! Aaah life on the Dole is full of excitement.

Have just had the wind taken out of my sails by my Dad though (over the Bonhams job, not the massive amount of foil) He thinks they will only want ex-public school girls. Maybe if I had been allowed to take the 11-plus I could have gone to a nice grammar school rather than a place where you picked on for doing your homework and not having lost your virginity at the age of 13. That's it kids! Let us aim for the mundane and a lifestyle that is barely tolerable. Leave the good stuff to people who are better than you.

Well screw it, I happen to think my obsessive knowledge of 18th century chairs and Victorian decorative arts happens to have a serious application in the real world. AND the ex-public school girls I have met were very nice.

If anyone wants me I will be in the kitchen consoling myself with my credit crunch foil