Big Yellow Tutu

Missing Rooster July 31, 2006

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Its been a little overdue, but here’s a bit of an update about everything that’s been happening in my little life.

I started at my new job a fortnight ago and bloody love it. Its great to be challenged and to get to use my brain for projects other than complicated cab bookings. I miss my MTV peeps massively though, its so different working in an office with 20 guys and two girls, after being in a small dept with 11 girls and one guy. I haven’t had any conversations about food, Primark, shoes, the merits of McFly or even the merits of Rooster. Very strange.

Its been a busy old fortnight, kicking off with my leaving party where I cried a lot and possible danced to some very shit dance music. I had to do a marching band gig at Lords the next day, and if I’m honest I did puke into my mouth a little bit whilst playing. Oh dear.

Last weekend we went to Viva Cake, getting their very early and so spent an hour trying to work out how to play dominos. We never figured it out. The venue was over in Commercial Rd this time around, rather than the usual Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club. The front of the new venue was a fairly standard crummy old pub that looked like it hadn’t been updated in 75 years. The back of the venue housed what I think was called Stepney Green Nite Club. It was spectacular – a completely mirrored room, with big metal palm trees and an authentic light up dance floor! If only we hadn’t left by the time the dancing started.

We had the parents round on Sunday, so had some major panic cleaning and shopping to get done. The swish made Stifado, we drank lots and I got some lovely, very domesticated birthday pressies from my parents.

My actual birthday wasn’t until the following Wednesday when Chris and I went over to St Johns in Spitalfields for some offal action. We ate ducks hearts as well as the bit of a cow that apparently hangs between its diaphragm and kidneys. Yum yum. I also got to spend all the day itself hanging out with the girls from Totally Frank while they were interviewed, hardly a terrible way to spend a birthday.

On Saturday Gen and I had a big picnic on Primrose Hill to celebrate our joint birthdays. Lots of people came along, and we ate a lot of food. But it started to rain and somehow we all got split up in different directions. A gaggle of us somehow ended up having a rather mammoth drinking crawl about London that took in…

Pub on the corner of Primrose Hill Park
The Mucky Pub
Alex’s flat
Wetherspoons in Hackney
The Legion
Some Mexican bar near the legion

I’d been drinking for about 12 hours by the time we stumbled home. No wonder I ended up being quite happy to dance to drum and bass at The Legion. Needless to say I felt very rough on Sunday, and getting up for a haircut was near impossible.

Tomorrow I’m off to Eastbourne to live the high life at a marching band dinner. Get to dress up in a posh frock and hang out with some 80 yr old men. You surely can’t get better than that?

Later in the week I’m having somewhat of a high school reunion after running into an old school friend who had just found out that other old school friends had also moved up to the big city. I’m looking forward to it, but it’s going to be quite strange. Its quite easy to feel mature and accomplished until you meet up with people who tell you that you look exactly the same and you realise you haven’t grown up at all. Either that or we’ve all grown up to the point we really hate each other now.


July 26, 2006

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I have finally solved the doppleganger mystery…

Someone should have pointed out earlier that they’ve never seen the doppleganger actually stand up and walk.


July 24, 2006

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I’m a little weirded out…

Walking up Clerkenwell Rd a reasonably old guy (about 60+) said afternoon to me, I smiled politely.

About two or three steps later he called out ‘Helen!’ at me, inevitably I turned round.

He asked me if my name was Helen and could tell by the very confused look on my face that I had no idea who he was, but clearly expected me to recognise him straight away.

Apparently I knew him through ‘Lucy and Catherine’, he gave second names for these girls but I was none the wiser so apologised and walked off.

It was really strange, he kept looking at me as if I knew him well and it was strange that I didn’t recognise him all of a sudden.

This is made all the more scary by the fact that Emmy and Martin keep thinking they see me on Camden High St – Emmy has seen this ‘other me’ twice in the last week.

So I implore you – if you think you see me out and about, let me know either here or come and say hello. I need to find out who is playing doppelgangers with me.


Jessica For You July 20, 2006

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July 3, 2006

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I’m a lucky lady, another few days of pure bliss and much fun.

Friday night I abandoned my MTV roots and went to the pub with Chris’ Emap crowd. A large-ish tab behind the bar meant I found myself adding to the 5 or 6 large glasses of rosé with a greasy bean burger and onion rings from our local fried chicken joint on the way home. Ten out of ten for playing the role of drunken youth.

Saturday was of course the football, so we cooked lunch for my little sister and her boyf. She’d just come back from a year in Barca (that’s what all the kool kidz call Barcelona apparently – I’m just so square) and was very tanned, inspiring me to go out and buy another bottle of Holiday Skin the next day. I am not vain, of course not.

I didn’t really watch the football, instead pouring over the Indie and the Guardian colour supps. Who needs to know about football and penalties when you can read about why Jamie Cullum’s album flopped?

Sunday I dragged Chris, who hates shopping, people and malls, over to Bluewater. Boy was he excited, especially after I messed up the train journey, dragging us to the other side of London only to sit on a train that went almost right past our house anyway. Oops.

Despite the sales it wasn’t that busy, though the last time I went was pre-hoodie ban Xmas, so it was probably full of youths and panic stricken shoppers back then. Despite being rather skint while I switch jobs I still spent lots of money. I came with the prettiest flamenco style dress from Karen Millen (a rather beautiful b-day pressie from Chris), a new griddle pan, a rolling pin, scales, two picture frames, egg cups, some turquoise eye liner, lip gloss, pants, tongs, a knife rack a very cute blue top and of course, the Holiday Skin.

The griddle pan has left me slightly obsessed with Le Creuset cookware now, sparking a passion not seen since my Scalextric days. I have now spent a lot of time investigating how to buy them a bit cheaper than normal, with intentions to have the complete collection by the time I’m 80. I’ve already broken the cardinal sin that my mother managed to avoid, and have two different coloured LeC items now. One orange pan and two blue pie dishes, figured I should just bite the bullet and buy the yellow roasting tins next. Its such a tough life.