oh what a night (late December 1965)

Sorry, just getting confused over which decade it is...

Again.

Follicle-tingling moment: listening to Tigermilk for the first time in ages, I
once again realised why.  As the CD player whirred to a start and the first
"I-hi was surprised" came drifting over the kitchen table, I was transfixed once
again, just like hearing The State I Am In for the first time on Mark Radcliffe
in the middle of the night years ago.  Gosh.  Better than sex?
Well, no, obviously not, but an OK substitute which involves less mess.
 
  So I had a whale of a time this weekend (includes Friday and Monday) - Friday
night I had my arse felt by TWO people - one boy, one girl, neither of them
particularly attractive to me.  Sheesh.  Well, that's what you get for going to
a cheesy Dirty Dancing themed bop at college, I suppose.
  Spent too much time playing I Have Never on Sunday evening.  I know far too much
about my friends' love-lives now.  Courgettes, blecch.
  SANG! the Carmina Burana last night with a fab big chorus, and that was damn
good.  I do enjoy a good shriek at the top of my range once in a while.  I'm
waiting for a review from GlammPammmm of this parish.
  The aftershow partay was ace as well.  Nothing like laughing at a pished
conductor - they shout at you for a living.  
  However, 4 hrs sleep start to tell on a girl after a while.
  
I've decided to be a rancid mangy old goat, with eyes as slitty and yellow and
scary as can be.  Oh yes.  So I'll be off to dance around the living room to 
Steps, then ;P

I don't really have a full 2p to spend on the institutionalised indie question
(i.e. I can't be arsed to ponder it deeply at the moment - see my comment about
4 hrs sleep above), but I've always enjoyed what I've enjoyed.  It seems senseless
to feel guilty because you find yourself bopping along to Tina Turner.  Disposable,
certainly, but worthless, no.  After all (metaphor alert), like a cheap razor,
when they start to chafe your tender girlie armpits, you can always buy another
one.  Having said that, I wouldn't advise you to buy Tesco Value ones (10 for 25p),
and a proper old-stylee or posh electric one is probably a better investment in
the long run.  My, how convoluted I'm getting in my old age.
 
Ho hum.  Must get back to my video editing: arty films about fluorescent tubes
don't make themselves, you know.
 
  Love,
    Liz :x
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