Mostly in jail actually, I found this amazing Manson Family reunion episode of some hideous talk show on you tube though. The thing is if I had to choose between the audience and the family .......well all I can say is you can see how it happened.
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Damn it's gloomy, alongside a bad attitude and glass half empty demeanour I also fear that I suffer from that SAD complex. The cold is one thing - I am quite capable of putting on an APC cardy and a bit of Eve Lomb kissmix but the grey skies are killing me. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't know the overcast is gonna last - till mid March.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Despite last nights musings on activism I awoke today in the real world of Liberty bed clothes and petty bourgeois concerns like chipped nail varnish and ingrowing hairs. Call me old fashioned but I will not pay some one £45 to humiliate me with a tub of hot wax. Thanks to Nair stripless hot wax, patience and my fundamentally cheap nature I have learnt to do my own bikini wax. Its only £6 a tub which equals about 10 Brazilians or 8 Hollywood’s depending on my mood, either way it adds up to huge savings in my beauty budget.
I love the New York Korean nail salons in the lower east side where it is possible to get a manicure and pedicure for $20! Even poor people have pedicures in the US – over here it means that you have either come up trumps on a scratchcard or you are getting married. I did once make the mistake of letting one of these Korean salons have a go at more than my nails and that was a once only mistake! I decided and even while I was saying it, part of me was yelling ‘shut the fuck up’ to have a full on porno bikini wax because it was like $20 or some kind of a price that should have raised the alarm. I can’t quite piece together too many of the details but basically this evil bitch who I realised way to late had probably been a hench woman for some Korean dictator back in the day, ripped out every single public hair I owned all at once with some filthy rag. Then (it gets worse) as I was loosing consciousness with the pain, she started plucking out bits she had missed from my bloodied pubis with some rusty tweezers. It was the Guantanamo Bay of New York City Beauty Salons. I couldn't even look down for a week – the weight of a gaze would have been too much to bear. So fingers and toes only from now on. The point of this post was actually to share with you all that I have found a fabulous cheap nail salon in Soho where you can have a manicure from as little as £10. Its a cute salon called Glams of Soho, 30 Windmill Street opposite the clip joints.
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Just reading up on the Red Army Faction post movie and I came across this incredible article. As well as suggesting that the 'organised suicide' of the three imprisoned members of the group in Stammheim the top security jail where they were being held and tried was infact state authorised murder the author Richard Huffman discusses the following discovery.
'Late in 2002 it was discovered that Dr. Bernhard Bogerts, a psychiatrist from at the University of Madgeburg, had been keeping Ulrike Meinhof’s brain in a jar in the corner of his office. Bogerts had been studying the brain off and on for five years trying to determine why a young, well-off, successful mother of two would throw away all vestiges of her happy life and sink into a morass of violence.' The Gun Speaks The Baader-Meinhof at the Dawn of Terror
Baader –Mienhof Complex :This movie was so good I can’t remember if it was subtitled or not. Very interesting story about the group of activists in 1970’s Germany who spearheaded a revolutionary movement against all manner of political injustice. As with many revolutions it did go tits up pretty early on . Incredible food for thought though – I think we should all protest a little bit more. Click here to see the trailer. I have always been interested in women who get caught up in this kind of thing, Patti Hurst, the Manson women and so on – there is a moment in the movie where Ulrike Mienhof crosses the line and joins the RAF (not that RAF) and although part of me just wanted her to walk away I could really see why she chose to take her chances.
When I didn’t have a job I was really worried about money, I had too much time on my hands and no real sense of purpose. Now I have a job I am anxious, short tempered and resentful. I am on week 7 of a 10 week contract – it’s the first time in my life since I was 5 that I have actually looked forward to Christmas!
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Like wedding cake only cheaper! Actually I didn’t have a wedding cake at my Last Vegas wedding, strange because I love cake more than I loved him. However, I have made up for that sorry Bruce Springsteen inspired tragedy in three ways, divorce, staying single and buying my own wedding cake one slice at a time from Fortnum’s. Christmas cake – proper Christmas cake, not those dodgy chocolate logs with little plastic Robbins on them is exactly the same thing as wedding cake and I love it. As a child I always adored it although I could never be bothered with the actual cake I just liked the marzipan and royal icing. Now I am mature I eat the whole thing. Its fantastic and so many calories in just one slice you don’t have to go to the trouble of eating again all day.
My Chihuahua and I spend our Sunday mornings taking our favourite stroll around Mayfair. We walk down Jermyn Street and enter the plague pit latterly known as Green Park via a secret passage in front of the Stamford Hotel. We march all the way up to Hyde Park corner then follow the path to the Piccadilly entrance carefully averting our eyes away from the vulgar paintings displayed there. We cross Piccadilly and enter Shepherds Market via Down Street with its old disused underground station. Passing through the market we go east to Berkeley Square stopping at Starbucks on the way. Sitting on a bench in the square we feed pigeons, taking special care to give extra to any particularly scruffy or sick looking birds (we love an underdog) and share a muffin. The dog doesn’t drink skinny latte but occasionally has an espresso cup of tap for hydration. Later we cross Berkeley Square and enter Mount Street, there we divert into the Farm Street gardens and re-emerge on Mount Street pretty much opposite Marc Jacobs. We look in the window at Marc, then Balenciaga, then Louboutin. I read the menu at Scott’s every week to see if they have improved their vegetarian options at all. Every week I shriek YUK at the Stargazzy Pie (little fish heads set in pastry staring upwards – fuck that!) We march back over the north end of Berkeley Square to Bruton Place which even on a Sunday when Margiela is closed still smells of the patchouli perfume they pump onto the street. We end up on the corner of Bond Street by Hermes who today were fixing enormous silver trees to the facade of the shop. Most of Bond Street was filled with commercial decorators attaching Christmas decorations to the front of the expensive stores in the drizzle this morning. By next Sunday it will look beautiful.