Archive for July, 2004

Material Girl

Monday, July 26th, 2004

I love my Punky Fish jeans. They�re long and skinny and tailored, fitted at the hips and wide at the feet. They cover my boots, I need to wear at least 4 inch heels to stop them dragging on the ground; the hems are casually scruffed in a nonchalant I don�t care fashion. […]

A long, hot summer of sludge

Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

Another slow day in the office. Everything is winding down for recess, some left last week, most will have left tonight, the dedicated few will still be there tomorrow but only until lunch. Even the constituents are less angsty than usual.
You�d expect there to be an end-of-term feel about the place, […]

‘New Media…’

Sunday, July 18th, 2004

I went to the New Statesman New Media Awards on Thursday Night. Not nearly as glamorous as it sounds, the only �celebrities� spotted were Peter Tatchell, who looked like he�d just left hospital, and someone who looked very familiar, but S and I couldn�t work out who he was and spent a bit too […]

Sober Emotional Constructive Leader

Monday, July 12th, 2004

Wackiness: 50/100
Rationality: 44/100
Constructiveness: 62/100
Leadership: 74/100
You are an SECL–Sober Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a politician. You cut deals, you change minds, you make things happen. You would prefer to be liked than respected, but generally people react to you with both. You are very sensitive to criticism, since your entire business is making […]

Hungover

Sunday, July 11th, 2004

I’m hungover. I need orange juice. I don’t have any orange juice. I need to leave the flat to get orange juice but I can’t because I�m hungover.
Was the rather helpless text I sent this morning. Unfortunately, the person I sent it to was in Oxford, feeling equally unwell, and so unable to […]

Coffee

Friday, July 9th, 2004

I�m horrible in the mornings, I�m grumpy and snappy, if I talk at all it�s a monosyllabic noise indicating what it is that I want, generally for you to stop trying to talk to me. It�s not a personal thing, it doesn�t matter who you are, if you�re any where near me in the […]

The perfect tomato sauce…

Sunday, July 4th, 2004

Sometimes days that you aren�t expecting to be good are; sometimes days that you�re expecting to be ok are great; sometimes it doesn�t matter what you do, it�s who you do it with�
The people you think will be your friends, don�t always turn out to be. The people who you don�t click with immediately […]