Happy Birthday (deep breath) Ashie, Emily, MJ and Heather
I fully intend to get out of my pyjamas at some point today. Just... not now. Because while I was busy sorting out my iTunes genres (I'm down to 190 out of an initial 310 - that's for 2954 artists there), I actually select all --> "Gothic Rock"ed, not when iTUne was displaying the "Goth" genre, but when it was showing all 12080 songs. Um... ooops?
Luckily I caught it early enough, and now just undoing it.
Last night, I met
snapesbabe. You're jealous, I know. Try to contain it. There were other people there, but I've met them already.
Keep your eye on
tubediary for the next couple of days. There was a man taking surreptious photos of me on his cameraphone on the tube. Obviously for a fun net-based purpose, and not for his own perviness. I hope. It's not like I wasn't completely covered from the neck down, after all.
The queue outside Sin City surprised us by being full of Indie kids. A little bit of hardcore research (sending Siv to ask the bouncer) established that it was in fact
Fill-Camden-With-Indie-Kids weekend. A quick check of the
BBC news website suggests the area didn't get bombed. Waste of an opportunity, although at least it wasn't chavs.
So off we decamped to Rock at the
LA2 Mean Fiddler, which was... fine, if you like pop-punk and emo and can cope without Alice Cooper for a whole night. The most important discovery being that
steely_glint can dance better in 5" heels than I can in flat trainers. However, even when I'm in trainers and he's in heels, my arse is still nicer.
Trufax.
Anyway, it's half one and I haven't eaten breakfast, though I have had a glass of champagne. If you're going to become an alcoholic, at least be a posh one.