HOT!!!!

check out the le tigre remix of 'standing in the way of control' RIGHT NOW. it's joyous.

THE NEW FEMINISM

say you were there - phoebe and i were...

so much to blog, so little time

jodie marsh could have been a lawyer. but settled for taking clothes off and blogging.

more-than rumours of madonna 2006 tour

hot hot hot new lovelife flyer by datassette: coming soon

what we'll all be reading this christmas

are you on my ravelength?

oh saturday nights. so far away by monday afternoon.

only 25 days til the next bugged out. come with me?

peaches roxx

Peaches' new album is out in March - I think - and here she is on the cover of the new ish of Bust to pre-publicise it. Why does it take Borders a fortnight to get copies?? Ok, because they have to 'ship' from the US, but I just don't have the patience!

lalalalala last night

oh isn't annabel just divine?
she played fiery furnaces, lcd, we are scientists, her faves clor, annie, jamie lidell, tomas andersson... nice things.

i'd like to formally apologise to the gentleman who turned up promptly at 7pm only to linger for half an hour before approaching the dj booth to ask anna1 and anna2, 'are you going to play any hip hop? on kiss fm today they said there'd be hip hop...'

problem child

i'm meant to be writing other things right now - anything except this i think.
i've been listening to boy george and the culture club's 'colour by numbers' every night this week to help me get to sleep. the problem is that it's on cassette and when it gets to the end of side one i have to get out of cosy bed to eject and turn it round. which means it's not helping me get to sleep, right?
'colour by numbers' is my earliest musical memory. listening to it now it's like 'hmm that's a bit simply red, it's a bit ub40' but it's so much more than that. there was that whole early 80s pre-SAW sound that took pop music very very seriously. the kind of groups who played instruments and made proper albums. boy george's CC was part of that movement.
i don't want to ignore my pop heritage.
not that anybody cares about my particular pop heritage, but we each have our own, i'd like to think. top of the pops on a thursday night. fisher price tape recorder. a dressing up box.
i remember clutching the tape box in my probably sticky little hand and bringing it to the counter in woolworths. i think it cost £3.99.
then there was the fancy dress party - the floppy straw hat with woolen plaits stiched on, the baggy black shirtcoat, the make-up. i was a girl who wanted to be a boy who wanted to be a girl. i loved it.
i went to the hanover grand for annette's birthday. why can't i remeber how old we were? teenage. boy george was djing there and i thought 'shall i? shan't i?'

until madonna came along there was really only one queen of pop for me.

PAMFLET MANIFESTO

Phoebe and I have written an alternative-style manifesto for G2. It's in the paper today. Check it!

pic of the year...

optimo,
originally uploaded by small town flirt.

if you can't see one below, try this...

photo of the year

last night was trying to think of something that would make my first morning back at work a little cheerier and searched out this photo from the TDK festival last August bank holiday. It's a pic of me, looking thrilled to finally meet Optimo legend Twitch. I spent 2 of the best hours of my life dancing to his set on the opening night of Benicassim a few weeks earlier and I told him that. Needlesstosay I think he was a bit scared of me and alex.

dawn of an era

new year's eve ended when i passed out in leopard print at 7 o'clock this morning - in my own bed, surprisingly. thanks to phoebe&nick and kt&jack&rich for providing the venues for an evening of thoroughly fun-filled celebration. it was scary to realise that we have NOW entered the late noughties, and we're all reaching our mid-twenties (some are already there) and what have we done? and are we running out of time? so that's what i was mainly talking about. i think. a lot. everyone had picked up their litre bottles of smirnoff which every supermarket was selling on special offer and we were popping cava and champagne at midnight and ran outside with laura's thoughtfully-remembered sparklers and shivered when it started to rain on us. phoebe was really bad and smoked a sneaky american cigarette. a couple of hours later me, richard&emma and jp were chauffered off in laura's fabulous wee car with fancy satnav to guide us thro the City streets. to k/j/r's place. it was messy.
good-natured spats were erupting around around the 'dj booth' which was a laptop perched on the dining table. i think. datassette played his 'stop the message' at least 4 times, due to popular demand. then anna-babe played from her mp3 player and we all danced and talked rubbish and hugged and fell around the floor and all loved each other very much. somehow me l&jp left to go to the dolphin on mare st where her bro was hosting a party but the bouncer wouldn't let us in. which was probably a good thing as far as i was concerned... drinking for 12 hours? hell. so i missed the family dinner this evening. getting out of bed didn't seem like a very good idea.

absent friends:
redmond - saving lives
natalie - cooking a delia roast for simon and herself
anet - bruised and drunk somewhere in the alps
kitty - playing safe somewhere in NW
bates - bournemouth bash