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Feb. 17th, 2006 11:09 amWent to see Julian Cope with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stu_n last night. He remains less than sane, and seems to have taken up a new career as a bass player. He also played for two-and-a-quarter hours (am amazed that there isn't the standard 11pm curfew in Camden), so Stu had to leave before the end to get his last tube. I stayed to the end, and just made the 0014 train to Lewisham – not my nearest station, but only a 20min walk. And the train was on time so managed to catch the 0041 bus and saved myself the walk.
Today I'm meeting one of my old school friends for lunch – she lives in Oxford but is in town today getting her hair done and shopping. Then I've got to interview a woman at the Carbon Trust at 4.30pm. What a mad time to have an interview. That's beer o'clock on a Friday.
And tomorrow I've got Gina-next-door's 40th birthday party. She's hired out the private room at Quaglino's, and the dress code is 'Hollywood glamour' – the aim being to wear what you'd wear if you were going to the Oscars. Frighteningly I have a selection to choose from, but I think the gold silk ballgown I bought six or seven years ago in Macy's on a New York trip – $100 reduced from $900, that's my kind of shopping! – will win. With four inch stilettos, of course.
Beforehand I'm having my hair cut, and I figured I might as well get Gary-the-hairdresser to put it up for me. He's very good at it. He even managed to put my hair up four years ago when it was only about chin-length, and it stayed up all night. I counted more than 50 pins when I took it down. It's recorded for posterity in the photograph that adorns my column in the American magazine and my homepage on the university website. I like it because it looks nothing like me. Which was the idea.
It now looks even less like me in the magazine, after they redesigned the magazine and made the mugshots arty grey…
I've also got to get another box of cartridges for a Nicorette Inhalator. I don't smoke myself but my Dutch friend is absolutely determined that he is going to give up on 27th. A mutual friend – who hasn't smoked for six months thanks to said plastic ciggies – will be seeing him on Tuesday, so I bought up the entire supply at the pharmacy across the road from where I was working yesterday, as you can't buy them over-the-counter in Holland. I'll be seeing him myself on 5 March, but I want to make sure he's got enough to keep him going until then and there may not be enough in the stash I've already acquired.
There is something terribly surreal about sending a stash of drugs to Holland. You may be able to buy cannabis there, but you can't get nicotine in all its forms!
stu_n last night. He remains less than sane, and seems to have taken up a new career as a bass player. He also played for two-and-a-quarter hours (am amazed that there isn't the standard 11pm curfew in Camden), so Stu had to leave before the end to get his last tube. I stayed to the end, and just made the 0014 train to Lewisham – not my nearest station, but only a 20min walk. And the train was on time so managed to catch the 0041 bus and saved myself the walk.Today I'm meeting one of my old school friends for lunch – she lives in Oxford but is in town today getting her hair done and shopping. Then I've got to interview a woman at the Carbon Trust at 4.30pm. What a mad time to have an interview. That's beer o'clock on a Friday.
And tomorrow I've got Gina-next-door's 40th birthday party. She's hired out the private room at Quaglino's, and the dress code is 'Hollywood glamour' – the aim being to wear what you'd wear if you were going to the Oscars. Frighteningly I have a selection to choose from, but I think the gold silk ballgown I bought six or seven years ago in Macy's on a New York trip – $100 reduced from $900, that's my kind of shopping! – will win. With four inch stilettos, of course.
Beforehand I'm having my hair cut, and I figured I might as well get Gary-the-hairdresser to put it up for me. He's very good at it. He even managed to put my hair up four years ago when it was only about chin-length, and it stayed up all night. I counted more than 50 pins when I took it down. It's recorded for posterity in the photograph that adorns my column in the American magazine and my homepage on the university website. I like it because it looks nothing like me. Which was the idea.
It now looks even less like me in the magazine, after they redesigned the magazine and made the mugshots arty grey…
I've also got to get another box of cartridges for a Nicorette Inhalator. I don't smoke myself but my Dutch friend is absolutely determined that he is going to give up on 27th. A mutual friend – who hasn't smoked for six months thanks to said plastic ciggies – will be seeing him on Tuesday, so I bought up the entire supply at the pharmacy across the road from where I was working yesterday, as you can't buy them over-the-counter in Holland. I'll be seeing him myself on 5 March, but I want to make sure he's got enough to keep him going until then and there may not be enough in the stash I've already acquired.
There is something terribly surreal about sending a stash of drugs to Holland. You may be able to buy cannabis there, but you can't get nicotine in all its forms!
