Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Sporadic update

Well, far too much has been going on: visitors, 3 bottles of French champagne in two nights, parties, crash landings, dropping the ball, meeting Sydney blog identites in my local, daggy dancing to INXS in the livingroom, watching neighbours who had really ought to close their curtains ... and I've sorta lost interest in recording it.

Again.

In the interim, I have bought some nice pairs of stockings and have my eye on some canvas Nikes. After all, I never can do with too many pairs of white shoes.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Back in black ... and white

Well, I got the job at the sea-faring bird in a tux, otherwise known as only the most famous publishing house in the world. No more piffling over pounds and tearing my hair out at the cost of my chicken tikka roll for lunch. Not that I'll be earning lots of money, just some money. Or money per se.

Better still, two departments were grappling over little ol' me. I had TWO job offers this morning, two! I would go into it more, but I refuse to write anything incriminating about work.

Must've been my Chanel violet mascara (lower lashes only) that I whip on like a beast of late, purchased in Tokyo when I could actually afford to be so frivolous ... sorta. And the fact I entered each interview doing the caterpillar to 'There's No Stopping Us' which may or may not have appeared on the Breakdance soundtrack.

I can be an egomaniac, I'm allowed. It's the only way toward regaining a sense of enormous well being. Mentally overwrought is not my colour.

Yep.

Project Editor. P____guin.

Me!!!!

Start Tuesday.

I also have three new friends, all made from the office temping I did this week: Morgan, a fellow Melburnian with amazing freckles living in neighbouring Bethnal Green ; Paul, a shy English boy in a sweet little indie band I'm going to see play in Camden next Thursday night; Lilly, a gorgeous English girl trained in security who tells me all about wild times at Ascot and doing any manner of wretched things in the back of a Rolls Royce. I was shocked, mortified and aghast ... then and asked if I could come along next time.

Oh. And my friend handsome Nick from Heathrow is coming back to London to visit for two days. I will be most pleased to see young Nick.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Stuff n' nonsense

Oh, I've been up to a lot. Things have changed now that I'm in the new apartment. The Gill and Momo Uber Pad totally rules: we had the rulingest housewarming party on Friday night (considering I have no London friends yet, save for random people I keep chatting to in the street, a thousand people - largely a Melbourne tribe - turned up. At least a thousand), we partied like it was 1999, except, like, 2005, and my hair is neither troll-doll spikey nor dyed Fudge magenta, like it was for two weeks at the end of 1999 (after a home-bleaching disaster).

Urk.

Speaking of nothing at all related, I went to a fantastic boutique launch last Tuesday, run by Gill's friend Geoffrey, and, on account of my outfit, was photographed for a magazine called Disordered. I can't help it, I must show off. Anyhoo, that snapped (pun completely intended) me out of my freaked out "What the fuck am I doing here?" depressive bubble. For all the most trivial ludicrious reasons like having someone think I was impressive enough to photograph ... hopefully not for the wrong end of a 'Hot or Not?' barometer.

I can admit to feeling odd and up and down, my life is positively freaky, man, but I'm going with it.

Kinda.

In my profile, I advised Piers, the photographer, that I was indeed:

"Half Japanese/Finnish. Mum and Dad met on a harpooning adventure somewhere near Norway."

Earlier, some fellow (who, quite obviously was on a slippery streak of something bad ... or maybe very good) sidled up to me with a sidelong look and queried - for a reason that was completely unclear - if I was Japanese/Finnish. To which I responded:

"Mate! I'm some Australian mongrel, what the hell would I know about where I come from?" And that of course gave me my big idea to respond to Piers in such a wayward way.

Heeheeheeee!

I'm a spaz.

In other news, more interviews, interviews, interviews (still at the big black and white bird with a penchant for frostbite) and now some dogsbody temp work in an office to get me by.

Flippers crossed.