You had plenty money 1922

First issue of the day : BNP flyer stock photo fail. Point and laugh *loudly*, people, because public humiliation and derision are the best way to fight racist fuckheads.

Brought to you by 'this *needs* to be used in a B-Movie' : My uncle is keeping bees on top of Newcastle Fenwicks. Have images of him directing them to attack people on high st. (Fenwicks : big dept store. Uncle pointed out that other swanky dept stores have their own brands of honey, so they're trying it out.)

Forbury last night for Dad's birthday : omnomnomnomnom. large amount of Cornish fish on the menu. also, classic moments of ordering : mum going 'I'd like the brownie but can I have it without the brownie - just the chocolate sauce and a scop of vanilla ice cream.'

Registration for the 2010 Discworld Con is now open. All of you laggards who were thinking about it and keep failing to register in previous years, your mission should you choose to accept it...

:sigh: Have been spoilt. This job? my first real office job, and thus first working experience of receptionist and office managers. We moved offices a month or so ago when we got bought, and got all-new receptionist and office manager since the old ones stayed at the previous building. We now find out that our previous ones were super-efficient mindreadering pros and we'll probably not seek their like again.

Listening to the Lady Gaga album to see if I want to buy it. so far, all the tracks that aren't singles sound like a cross between middling Gwen Stefani, Alphabeat and Aqua. Which is a bit odd since the singles sound *nothing* like that. What happened, did they just do major remixes to get them up to standard? I know she got 'discovered' as a singer by Akon when they were writing for someone else. Might be worth seeing what she used to look like, and what the stuff she wrote for Fergie et al sounded like. She might be another Sam Sparro - Black and Gold the single and video were clearly hit with a tonne of cash, stylists and re-mixers when you compare his previous stuff.

Topshop? EVIL. Walked in last night, saw an intensely cute dress of 'possibly', go on the website and they have more cute dresses. including the first one in two other colours. Problem being that local shop doesn't have them and it's impossible to find anything in the Oxford St branch. Gahhhh. On the other hand, I now have new cute practical *leather* sandals for £16. (my current emergency New Look semi-gladiators, though cute, constantly have the back strap sliding down my heel and they're completely plastic, and feel it.) Noticed a new trend in sandals - only saw gladiators in a couple of places - the new trend appears to be the Roman soldier style where the sole comes up the sides and the laces go through that.

Reading The Devil Wears Prada. How does the film compare?

okay, the orange converse situation.... (yes, shush, lissy111, I'm aiming to give you nightmares)

Of course, the day the buy it now not quite right colour shoes are finishing, up pops these with 8 days to go.

Does one : Buy the yellow-orange ones *anyway* and wait for the orange ones or do i drop the prospect of the yellow-orange and just wait on the orange ones?

ETA: now added links to actual items....

Watched Kinky Boots last night with mum, a film i'd been meaning to see for ages. (Mum did her usual lurking by the door for about ten minutes and then caving and sitting on the sofa once she's got involved) It is way, way too much fun. Funny, observant, not mawkish, just the right length, well-edited so no scene or subject goes on for too long, and about SHOES. Mother is the Imelda Marcos of sensible shoes. I adore the things, I've just got awkward feet and my calves are too big for high street boots. and will often persuade myself out of buying them. Mother is now fully converted to the cult of Chiwetel Ejiofor, as all people of sense and taste should be. (still muttering about missing him in Othello) she thinks he is fabulous and Lola was *utterly* fabulous.

*Lola's rant about burgundy*
Mum : YES. RED. SCARLET.
Me : what's wrong with burgundy and claret and so on?
Mum : It's not RED. SCARLET IS GLORIOUS AND LOLA SAYS SO.
(guess who suits what versions. I can carry off bright red without a problem, it's just that I suit wine and the darker ones better.)

*first set of proper boots comes off the line, Lola does look of lust and covetousness familiar to all Manolo Blahnik assistants everywhere...*
Mum : It is perfect. That is *acting*. And proper shoe-worship.

*Girlie does rant in office about why doesn't he get into niche marketing*
Me : chances they're together by the end of the film?
Mum : 100%.

*Jemima Rooper comes on-screen*
Mum : Her! Austen!
Me : Yes, Mum, I said, *earlier*, when you came in....

But it is a glorious, glorious film, and Rahila and me had a nice little Kinky Boots squee which diverged into SHOES talk when Alicia poked her head in.

Okay, yesterday (and most of this morning) I had the Bad Horse tune stuck in my head. I tried everything. Grease 2 soundtrack didn't get rid of it. Daniel Boys pure cheese didn't work. Kylie singing 'Santa Baby' didn't. This morning, after I'd clearly sung it about five times, Matt and Dan came up with a cure : Blazing Saddles. Clicked on youtube, and lo and behold, no more Bad Horse. Er. What does it say that to get rid of an incredibly catchy pastiche country and western song you have to listen to another terribly catchy pastiche in the same style? The original most famous one at that. Oh, Frankie Lane. We will never know whether you *knew* Mel Brooks was taking the piss out of your songs when you signed up for it...

Last night, removed the zip from sundress and got it exactly right. This morning? *lots* of 'ooooo, *nice* dress.' With a few 'where'd you get it from?' me : :smirk: 'made it.' Yes, happy smug person here. Looking terribly cute and wholesome though. The hairclips probably do not help my cause.

How we get our giggles : latest 'same name as a tv character' : Chris Keller. Matt : 'You too can be named after a serial killer. Ooo, have we had any Adebisis or Schillingers?' me : I think we had a Hoyt last week.'

Which then segued into 'What is it with the really scary and violent fuckers on HBO being played by British actors?' After which I relayed out the Rome director's comment : 'Reasons to employ British actors : You can't have Romans being played with an American accent. It just sounds wrong. Brits declaim better. Americans have clauses about nudity. Brits just drop their clothing and have no problem with sex scenes or any same-sex stuff. And they're very good at head-butting people.'

Finally got new sandals yesterday. And as always, forgot that you have to learn the trick of walking in the new pair. Let's just say my walk to the station was a tad comical.