tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53816022012-01-02T13:35:02.763ZMrs Gordon and all her friendsKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.comBlogger6581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-13640351924506610852010-01-20T13:39:00.010Z2010-01-20T15:09:07.344Z

I didn't make resolutions for 2010 - I made wishes instead, mostly along the lines of "Nobody dies", "Nobody loses their jobs", "Everybody has a nice time", "I find the perfect Gin Fizz" - and so of course 2010 is the year where I, for the first time ever, manage to give up alcohol for more than three weeks without panicking.While I'm getting to grips with the joys of freelance writing and the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-51293116827813207832010-01-20T13:32:00.003Z2010-01-20T13:39:08.164Z

[This was a piece I wrote for the Guardian back in October that got spiked. Given Exam's out now with its representative cast (and not a ginge in sight), up it goes here.]Having red hair at my school in the ‘90s was a crime on a par with chronic B.O. Contemporary icons for gingers like me were seriously thin on the ground: Geri Halliwell (eurgh), Nicole Kidman (too distant) and a fairytale

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-33386009169389181602009-11-03T14:23:00.000Z2010-01-20T14:28:12.889Z

[My first review for The Arts Desk, concerning the excellent 'kindly twig' himself, Tom Wrigglesworth.]Firstly, no, Tom Wrigglesworth's Open Return Letter to Richard Branson isn’t that letter. His epistle is not to be confused with Oliver Beale’s, whose email to the Virgin boss complaining about the food on a Virgin flight went viral last year. The Sheffield-born comic, currently appearing at the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-26004291363259690492009-10-14T14:35:00.000Z2010-01-20T14:41:01.454Z

[Guardian.co.uk, Television&Radio, 14 October 2009]Radio theatre lets your imagination run wild, but seeing a live radio play recording makes the form doubly entertaining Liberating … radio drama. Photograph: Corbis. Until recently, if someone told me I had a face for radio, I would

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-57319839446485146012009-09-21T14:38:00.001Z2010-01-20T15:04:15.701Z

[Guardian.co.uk, Stage, 21 September 2009] With the West End unwilling to gamble on untried productions, New Musicals Network is a lifeline for developing musicals Leading the field ... Can we develop more musicals of the quality of Che Walker's Been So Long?

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-24613971390997559222007-12-27T21:24:00.000Z2007-12-27T22:11:02.862Z

Everyone has Edwardian preconceptions of what a nice Christmas in the country is like and, despite having lived there for nearly 16 years, I'm exactly the same. The news, therefore, that a massive cocaine cartel had been caught up in the woods out by the front of the village was so exciting I went into a spasm of Clarrie Grundy handflapping. The white car we'd seen parked by the bridle path for

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-82334736367957177702007-12-22T15:07:00.000Z2007-12-27T21:58:38.004Z

For reasons that should be very clear to anyone who has even seen a Julia Stiles film, I should like sarcastic-and-wonderful Julia Stiles to play me in the film of my life. I'm not entirely sure how this film would go, since I have reached the age of 25 without a) developing drug problems b) falling in love with inappropriate boxers c) earning the stalkeringtitude of millions. An Empire workie

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-87117010707354503482007-12-12T15:39:00.000Z2007-12-12T15:40:38.099Z

Dear Actor, Thank you for applying to The 24 Hour Plays: Old Vic New Voices. Congratulations! – this e-mail is to invite you to the first round of auditions. Your audition slot is:[etc etc]

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-46642814750694005302007-11-23T16:45:00.000Z2007-11-23T16:59:16.264Z

Last night I spent a great deal of time on my bedroom floor. Not having got around to hoovering it for a good three weeks, it's not the most pleasant place to be. I can think of Western towns that have fewer dustbunnies than my fake-wood floor, but regardless.I was looking through boxes trying to find old copies of Artslinks in order to grab the reviews of me to add to my application for the Old

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-63013551967197709852007-10-19T13:50:00.000Z2007-10-19T13:58:34.983Z

While James Blunt's music is enough to make me want to stab my ears with forks, I will maintain forever that the man is one of the funniest interviewees ever. If someone could put together an album of interviews James Blunt has done, I would be very pleased, and possibly cackle.As pointed in our direction by Popbitch this afternoon, he's topped any previous record of genius with this ode to furry

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-24578046697319687092007-10-03T09:16:00.000Z2007-10-03T10:14:36.411Z

I won the Community project category in The Times' Cameraphone Photographer of the Year competition! Amazing. I was having a large and unnecessarily indulgent coffee and cake with my old flatmate Ian when this nice chap rings up and says I've won something with a picture I took of Mile End's puny anti-flooding efforts during the July monsoon season. I laughed at him for about three minutes. As

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-66093471524124910422007-09-28T14:01:00.001Z2009-09-08T15:53:02.819Z

Staggering in to the flat after three hours of Patrick Stewart being old and hysterical in Macbeth, I grabbed the remnants of some Diet Coke and collapsed onto the sofa for the first episode of Secret Diary of a Call Girl, or Billie Piper's Agent Provocateur ad as it should probably be known - infinitely less annoying than that mealy-mouthed tabland Kate Moss. Even though it was barely half an

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-70247686362291838902007-09-13T14:06:00.000Z2007-09-13T14:07:19.710Z

The BBC have reported on findings that having an older sibling can stunt your growth. My 6'7 younger brother would beg to differ.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-84347118000005464712007-09-07T15:54:00.000Z2007-09-07T15:55:36.206Z

I handed in my notice today. I’ve never had to hand in my “notice” before. Notice of what, exactly? Intentions of an infidelious nature towards another place of employment? For fuck’s sake. I’ve always been freelance, on a short-term contract, or made redundant by a slowly atrophying magazine company so the responsibility of handing in one’s notice is an alien one.Despite having a job with about

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-9708520671117367642007-08-23T14:49:00.000Z2010-01-20T15:12:01.445Z

Do roleplaying games have to be enhanced by offers of jewellery made from chainmail and 'feelie kits'?[Kat Brown, The Guardian, Technology section, 23 August, 2007]Is there a single computer game left untouched by the fetishised psychosis of people who still live with their parents? If so, for crying out loud, give it my number.When I hung up my roleplaying game (RPG) cap I thought I'd said

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-17451013264173949342007-08-17T09:11:00.000Z2007-08-17T09:12:16.933Z

WIT: **** Underbelly, 1.15pmWit: A sharp sounding word with connotations of humour and sanity, neatly reflects the qualities of this play's heroine, Vivian Bearing, a fiercely independent academic facing ovarian cancer. Not one to be anticipated by an obvsious narrative device she deadpans to her audience, "It is not my intention to give away the plot...but I think I die, at the end". Like the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-19120860366338768632007-08-13T20:09:00.000Z2007-08-13T20:12:19.108Z

About an hour before the show, I hid in the Jelly Belly bar clutching a vodka and diet coke, my script and trying to assume the expression of one who knows she looks like a wannabe four-year-old in that hat but that’s actually happening to someone else. The vodka helped, if not steady my nerves – vodka? Really? – then reassure me that at least we didn’t have press coming in like our sister show,

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-48791953846440890732007-08-13T10:49:00.001Z2007-08-13T10:49:49.697Z

I am sitting in the Fringe press office in the denim hat I got in the same skewed sales logic of “but it’s 70% off!” that got me a pair of cripplingly small silk shoes, and a bald wig. Wearing the bald wig has turned the cute hat into a Children’s Ward cliché. On the machine next to me here’s an elderly monk with Ming The Merciless eyebrows and a katana case strapped to his back. Nobody bats an

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-37501758481207215192007-08-12T14:51:00.000Z2007-08-12T14:52:43.020Z

It’s a theatrical tradition that, for a show to go right, everything has to go wrong beforehand. I’ve always rather suspected this to be lies made up by companies blessed with more enthusiasm than skill, but given the endless stream of you’ve-gotta-laugh-or-you’ll-cry-and-never-get-up-again incidents that happened yesterday, I’m inclined to change my opinion.From Monday we’re performing at Delhi

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-48116630873586472772007-08-02T14:20:00.000Z2007-08-02T14:21:15.311Z

Whales: stop coming to Britain. Maybe that fake great white could come up from Cornwall and scare him out.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-39873699427681694262007-08-01T16:30:00.000Z2007-08-01T16:39:24.056Z

- The Bourne UltimatumDespite the fact I find myself physically incapable of calling it anything other than the Bourne Ultomato, it was anything but thoroughly stupid. Moving from one beautifully choregraphed and outlandishly plotted chase after another, the action was so snapped down it felt like Matt Damon had been taking dance lessons. The Guardian must be in absolute bits as well - Paddy

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-1855112335232495122007-07-31T12:11:00.000Z2007-07-31T12:32:09.592Z

I've been thinking about Edinburgh a lot recently. Partly because it's pretty, partly because I'm going there quite soon and haven't thought enough about it probably.Last time I was there I discovered the lovely Flight of the Conchords, a duo called Bret and Jermaine. Bret was an elf in Lord of the Rings. Jermaine is in the rather wonderful-looking 'Eagle VS Shark' which is coming out soon.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-77237832392318658362007-07-30T15:28:00.000Z2007-08-01T16:39:51.558Z

As one of my chief idols and role models, it saddens me greatly that Paris Hilton has lost her inheritance. I mean, is she going to have to get a job now she won't have that $60 million to sit back on?The man who cut her off is her grandpa, the only one who actually does something in the Hilton clan. He's nearly 80 and is probably jealous of how serene Paris always looks. While the sex tape was

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-91957089249335156922007-07-27T14:25:00.000Z2007-07-27T14:26:11.983Z

Waiting for Potter. WTH A DOG.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-36776685431627362442007-07-27T13:31:00.000Z2007-07-27T13:32:55.705Z

Read the new Harry Potter yet? Well done. Now buy one of these t-shirts and punish the silly bastards who "don't really see what all the fuss is about" and are "taking their time" reading it. No. It doesn't work like that at all. Bwah ha ha ha ha ha!

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-68654724754045780422007-07-26T15:52:00.000Z2007-07-26T15:53:53.747Z

In two weeks, I disappear up to Edinburgh for another two weeks to do a show called Wit at the Edinburgh Festival. I wrote about it here once, but not really much about it, but don't let that put you off because it is a very good play and I don't have many talents so come and see me do well at something.All this is why I'm going to write about something else instead. WOO!Of the few non-mental

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-80884683214347123312007-07-24T13:42:00.001Z2007-07-24T13:49:06.471Z

The wait is over. Jordan's announced the name of her little girl, and by the sounds of it she's either a type of doll, or a long-lost Sailor Moon cast member. Peter Andre said: "Katie always loved the name Princess, but everyone thought it was a bit over the top. I loved it too but I wanted to name her after both our mums.""Then I just woke up one morning and thought, I know! We'll just put them

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-53790383522749052412007-07-23T15:07:00.001Z2007-07-24T13:56:04.981Z

I am very bad at being ill. Or rather, I was very good at being ill when I was at school because after I'd passed my mother's stringent lying-tests I'd get to lie in bed with the black and white portable telly and eat soup and sleep and feel safe and cossetted.Now of course I'm in the arse end of East London, my mother's in Hampshire and I'm not at school in any case. My head feels like a foetus

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-75983107847678795222007-07-20T10:50:00.001Z2007-07-24T13:56:20.508Z

I went to Shoreditch House last night. I can quite honestly say that I haven't looked forward to nosing around somewhere this much since I went to the Soho house library and got lost, and I haven't been so disappointed by something since I saw the clown at my brother's 5th birthday party taking his make-up off.For a members club that's been launched in a veritable powder puff of fanfare it looked

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-22074849490851751542007-07-19T15:34:00.000Z2007-07-24T13:56:34.919Z

It's only Thursday and already there's a Harry Potter book torrent on the internet! Seeing as I'm entirely against spoilers where HP is concerned and am paying full whack for it at midnight on Friday, I'm not going to read it or even look at it, and therefore don't know if it's true. It's definitely illegal though, so don't look at it.If you tell me who dies/lives/etc, I will hunt you down and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-5988637797216487802007-07-17T12:50:00.000Z2007-07-24T13:49:20.157Z

So, the shortlist for this year's Mercury Music Prize (sod off Nationwide, you don't roll of the tongue fast enough) consists of actually good bands and albums that deserve it. Be still my beating disappointment. Oh hang on, Basquiat Strings have been nominated whoever they are. I hope they have beards.Bat for Lashes - Fur and GoldFionn Regan - The End of HistoryNew Young Pony Club - Fantastic

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-86028838862957661232007-07-17T11:43:00.000Z2007-07-24T13:49:42.891Z

I was at Latitude all weekend and thus missed out on the pleasures of Holy Moly, which is getting less rubbish with every week.In case you hadn't already had the pleasure of reading the cretinous ramblings of Aryan crone Lowri Turner in the Mail (obviously), here she is wailing about how difficult it is that the baby she's just had with her British-Indian husband looks nothing like her, the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-89833394127256615272007-07-10T15:50:00.000Z2007-07-10T15:54:32.432Z

I read this and was furious. Then I read the comments at the bottom and laughed like a demented coffee maker. Bloody ridiculous idea: yes, English is an illogical and irrationally spelled language but when you've got the hang of it it's the most beautiful thing around. I love the way we have a "eau" which in no way follows the French. Or even itself. Or indeed any kind of rational thought pattern

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-78693248940875676602007-07-09T10:27:00.000Z2007-07-09T10:28:08.682Z

The greatest party invitation ever.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-61798214733394490562007-07-05T13:15:00.001Z2007-07-05T13:15:15.097Z

In raging fury and ffs-ness at the sheer inability of a functioning website to hire enough people to make it run, I've started up a new blog chronicling my attempts to give up smoking. Read it, let me know what you think. If you read this blog regularly you will be doubtless thrilled to know that I've already updated the other one with more fervour and dedication than I've ever bothered here. New

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-44405659390010246352007-07-03T09:09:00.000Z2007-07-03T09:35:45.169Z

So live music is slowly swilling down the plughole of closing venues and crap soundsystems (Spitz! Astoria! Glastonbury Pyramid Stage!). A while ago a petition was started up to express disapproval at "burdensome licensing regulations" that were inappropriate for live music and dance, and were not promoting these activities. Well, ye-es, but then having your hearing buggered to death by cheap

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-6612062319154740492007-06-29T14:30:00.000Z2007-06-29T14:36:40.550Z

'It is with great regret that we announce the closure of Fopp.Our store chain is profitable, well regarded and loved by our loyal customersand staff. However we have failed to gain the necessary support from majorstakeholders, suppliers and their credit insurers to generate sufficient workingcapital to run our expanding business.We would like to thank staff and customers for their support over

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-53350193156775511242007-06-21T11:43:00.001Z2007-06-21T11:43:26.403Z

I am going to Glastonbury in less than four hours. Despite the fact I spent the entirety of last summer sleeping in fields accumulating a new and interesting collection of bruises, I am still not remotely prepared. I have to go and buy a tent at lunchtime. I texted my old housemate at midnight last night to ask if he could bring in my old sleeping bag (he is). My dad brought me my ancient wellies

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-48723597088454518402007-06-08T14:05:00.001Z2007-06-08T14:05:46.701Z

*Inappropriate insertion of Emily Big Brother-esque joke about leaving job in Soho here*I've been commissioned to write a blog about giving up smoking. This is obviously brilliant, as I am going to be paid to rant about the pointless minutiae of my life, but terrible in that I really like smoking and don't particularly want to stop.Also, I've never tried giving up before unless I've had a really

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-91343966634698791672007-06-01T10:24:00.000Z2007-06-01T10:35:05.605Z

Swishblog Chris's lovely girlfriend Helen has talked about her London marching band on and off for a while now and I kept meaning to follow it up in the mindset of someone who won't because they think that potentially Helen is mad. Helen is clearly not mad, because it turns out her band do amazing things like this cover of Gravity's Rainbow by Klaxons. Sadly it doesn't have a video, but Helen has

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-21765881933187694562007-05-24T13:01:00.000Z2007-05-24T13:18:01.261Z

Normally I can count the press releases I get and actually care about on the bones of my little finger, so this was a really lovely treat in my inbox: Amiina, four nice young Icelandic girls who make lush and quirky music that sticks freakfolk in a bowl with a load of bass and fumbles it around awkwardly and probably with pom poms.It doesn't make sense, it doesn't have to because it's LOVELY. I

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-22609166266751407112007-05-23T15:14:00.000Z2007-05-23T15:24:37.111Z

ohmygodbatmanohmygodbatmanohmygodbatman..."Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?""Why no actually, I turned around and ran away in the opposite direction."Who'da thunk this was Heath Ledger?

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-29540061931518892652007-05-22T11:28:00.000Z2007-05-22T16:17:49.957Z

Three confusions: the unexpected fact that the last and very sad Ugly Betty I watched turned out to be the last one I get until the leaves start falling again; whether or not I fell asleep and forget about the little girl in Heroes; and Pirates 3, just in general.It's released on Thursday, but the big media hoo-ha screening was only last night. Generally studios do this if a) the film is crap and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-74920836453533359802007-05-20T13:50:00.000Z2007-05-20T13:52:02.999Z

I don't really think about withdrawal very much except in connection with a) my horrific overdraft b) nicotine and c) heroin. I don't do heroin. I'm not Socttish enough. I gave up chocolate for Lent when I was 16 and was so upset after two hours of the prospect of 30 days without it that I ate three Snickers.Nobody likes withdrawal because it reminds us that we need stuff and that's wholly at

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-9952737535625549542007-05-18T15:58:00.000Z2007-05-18T15:59:31.364Z

Best Holy Moly Duty Log ever...(If you don't know what a duty log is, it's where Disgruntled from Lancaster write in to express their concerns with their television stations. Apparently. I'm sure people write in with praise as well, but it's considerably less fun.)"My favourite programme on TV is and always has been Heartbeat. It's one of the few programmes I allow time for. THAT IS UNTIL NOW!

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-902801655971137842007-05-11T13:55:00.000Z2007-05-11T13:56:26.553Z

Thirteen pups for Beethoven! It's like 101 Dalmations, only marginally more physically possible. Bless. I want a puppy. Immediately.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-14923594191537385142007-05-02T13:57:00.000Z2007-05-02T14:00:47.001Z

Yawn. Patrick Wolf has changed his mind about retiring from music and is celebrating this fact by going on a massive tour just to show how not retiring he is. Good grief. If you want a publicity stunt he could have just slept with someone. Or worn a suit."For me to say I was going to quit music is like saying I'm going to commit suicide," he says. "It's the most extreme thing that could happen in

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-56793161129648863982007-05-02T12:31:00.000Z2007-05-02T13:06:04.651Z

From Ananova via the DJourno:"A TV worker has been sacked for mocking the French presidential favourite in English subtitles."A plea by Nicholas Sarkozy for voters to join his campaign before the Sunday poll was interpreted as "rally my inflated ego"."The subtitles were broadcast across the United States in the English news bulletins from public broadcaster France 2."Channel chiefs blamed it on

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-89129388508604521942007-04-27T13:42:00.000Z2007-04-27T13:43:51.786Z

New Harry Potter in trailer in not looking shit shocker. The Phoenix was such a lumbering dreadful disappointment that it'll be a relief for it to be slashed down into less than three hours. I'm getting excited now: last book, new film. Amazing.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-34659015694119576182007-04-26T13:56:00.000Z2007-04-26T13:59:03.912Z

Patrick Wolf's live show at the Astoria was one of my favourite things about the 11th April, but mostly of this year. So it kind of sucks that he doesn't love the press trail that goes along with music and has decided to quit (although he'll still be playing Latitude, hurrah.)He says..."I don't think when I was 16 and dreamt of releasing records there would ever be so much crazy speculation about

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-85685090844994998652007-04-24T09:23:00.000Z2007-04-24T09:25:36.607Z

Why didn't I have a birthday party like this? It was clearly invented just for me."Our parties are recommended for children ages 4-13, but emotionally stunted 24-yera-olds are given priority."

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-7517036644063342552007-04-23T16:08:00.000Z2007-04-23T16:09:22.134Z

I'm going to be in a play on the Edinburgh Fringe this summer.Blonde Drama Queen texted me a couple of weeks ago to see how much holiday I could feasibly take off without getting fired."We're going to do W;t. Come and do it with us." she said. It's a play about a social rockface called Dr Vivian Bearing who analyses her horrific cancer treatment in much the same way as she analyses John Donne

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-87000783506609991122007-04-23T14:43:00.001Z2007-04-23T15:12:18.783Z

Sheryl Crow, a woman with presumably the tightest sphincter this side of space, has turned her attention to stopping global warming by telling us to use less bog roll. Rather than foisting horribly smug charity concerts on us, she plans to restrict the amount of toilet paper people use, although quite what that's got to do with carbon footprints and fossil fuels escapes me.She says, "Although my

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-42243220597957328952007-04-23T14:43:00.000Z2007-04-23T15:09:50.647Z

Sheryl Crow, presumably with the tightest sphincter this side of space, appears to have got bored of failing to write any more songs and turned her attention to stopping global warming by telling us to use less bog roll. Rather than foisting horribly smug charity concerts on us, she plans to restrict the amount of toilet paper people use, although quite what that's got to do with carbon

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-83408667917544471212007-04-20T14:47:00.001Z2007-04-20T15:07:03.831Z

I've no idea what this is, other than lyrics to a song a friend of mine is using to make her mind work better and transport her back to being 15. It mostly transports me back to feeling useless and panicked at university about the unlikelihood of my ever doing anything with my life, failing my degree, and ending up living in a gutter because I'd get thrown out of everywhere else. Which is

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-39275538526196510752007-04-20T13:52:00.000Z2007-04-20T13:54:12.798Z

I meant to mention this yesterday - some fucking fuckers are planning on closing down The Spitz.This is rubbish.I've seen some of my favourite people play some of my favourite gigs there, and been introduced to some of the worst support acts ever along with some of the best.If you're remotely bothered, sign a petition. It probably won't do shit, but if people can get het up about the Astoria,

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-92084120439490341842007-04-16T13:45:00.000Z2007-04-16T13:49:09.925Z

Gumtree's opened up a whole load of new sections for people who can't find a flat/job/fuckbuddy to waste time on while praying for the fjb to materialise. It includes a thank you section which seems to be a place for people to vent ("St Thomas's Hospital is corrupt! If you're a journalist email me for the truth!") or write little private messages ("Thank you for last night. It was amazing.") and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-53390429893822597782007-04-16T11:41:00.000Z2007-04-16T11:45:23.208Z

Dr David Lewis, formerly of the University of Sussex, and now of the Mind Lab, and most definitely of the “I’m never getting laid again” brigade, has done some research, probably to prove to women that men really are wholly unnecessary and there’s no need to get your legs waxed when you can buy a better snog from a machine. Unsurprisingly, this essential study was funded by members of the food

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-89608162612256683442007-04-12T16:47:00.000Z2007-04-12T16:48:05.646Z

I got an email from someone at Surrey university a week ago. If this was you, could you email me again as I forgot to put it into my inbox and junk's deleted it, sorry.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-2924554122495016852007-04-11T15:26:00.000Z2007-04-11T15:30:21.861Z

What I did on my holidays: got drunk mostly. And threw sticks down a very steep hill for my parents’ ridiculously over-excited dog while my mum and I sat down and soaked up spring sun.Last week I went on holiday to Brighton sort of by accident as I’d got fed up of thinking up fun things to do and failing, and so instructed someone else to do it instead. Skirting past the surprise grannies and our

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-60919848461753706222007-03-30T16:32:00.000Z2007-03-30T16:35:19.832Z

OMG! It's sea otters! HOLDING HANDS! This is almost better than BBC Panda Day which almost had me in a dribbling heap on the floor.Chris Swishblog did this for his dissertation or something (yes: otters holding hands) and he thinks they're not really best friends but battling the current or something. Which is obviously far too disappointing to take as fact and shall henceforth be ignored.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-22488115433940437792007-03-26T14:08:00.001Z2007-03-26T14:12:56.031Z

My brother and I are arguing over which is worse: job hunting or flat hunting. I say flat, he says job. Then again I've just got a new job and he lives in a palace where he never has to do any cooking. It also helps the argument that he's looking for dollars and I move out in July – yes it's early, but I've been looking since last March. I do that: I have a domestic clock that yearns for elegant

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-23618854324307011392007-03-16T14:56:00.000Z2007-03-16T16:57:21.096Z

An email! From a celebrity!Hey KatThank you for your support throughout my time here in the UK.If you can, please join me on Sunday night at the Shepherds Bush Empire, London, for the final performance of the tour, including aftershow party.Doors 7pm, i'll be on stage at 8:45pmPlease RSVP **@**.**All the bestSteven SeagalSteven Seagal knows my name! Or at least a PR has managed to give that

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-88702648800525394712007-03-09T11:28:00.001Z2007-03-19T09:39:22.429Z

I've spent the last week re-learning about girls magazines in order to write a feature for Mizz. By re-learning, I of course mean reading, and since that was mostly on a bus in the unfriendly wilds of extreme North London I felt like a paedo of extreme proportions. Although paedos probably live in other parts of London, but still.Anyway, the feature is done and I had to write a QUIZ to go with it

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-14577975615033619722007-03-05T17:43:00.000Z2007-03-05T17:52:17.591Z

According to the Guardian's cutesie little career profiler I am a stress loving mercenary mother hen. Now, pardon me while I entirely fail to realise how it's possible to only care about me and my job when "the people you work with are like your babies. Little children to be protected". Also, stress is rubbish. I'm not fond. Although the whole deadline/last minute thing is quite good I suppose.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-84869647243677191332007-03-04T22:27:00.000Z2007-03-04T22:28:10.728Z

My nemises have ganged up on me: either that or Sainsburys staff are more twisted than I thought. The vegetable section has changed into something out of Silence of the Lambs. The bananas are on the right, breathing their spider-harbouring odour at you, the brussel sprouts are on the left, probably about to masturbate onto your ear, the oranges sit wussily on the end trying to look like they're

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-73943145735649007022007-02-27T21:25:00.001Z2007-02-27T21:26:00.170Z

I am a lucky girl. Frequently this needs to be pointed out to me, not in the sense of poor children in Africa, people who live in Camden etc, but that I do something I enjoy and am surrounded by people who are fun, clever and think that I’m good.It’s difficult to think of yourself objectively, mostly because you’re stuck in your head and have no way of clambering out and standing there to dole

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-18021731251332975192007-02-27T12:06:00.000Z2007-02-27T12:19:57.752Z

Magazines 2010, Emap's restructuring program to try and counter the fact that nobody's buying magazines any more, is making an awwwwwful lot of people redundant. So, we're all fucking off to the pub for the rest of the day. Apparently there is a pub that is traditionally always used for redundancy days. People are going in for chats with the boss and coming out with thick white envelopes, either

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-52638879419856404582007-02-23T13:44:00.000Z2007-02-23T16:56:34.877Z

I was just asked to be a talking head on Richard and Judy. In the stakes of early-afternoon fame this ranks second only to a guest spot on Neighbours or being an entrant on Deal or No Deal so I'm sure you can understand why I panicked, went "REALLY?!" and then said no.I know, that's really boring, but there are several reasons for this.A) It's Richard and Judy. B) I'd have to talk about the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-70346812951704723112007-02-15T12:14:00.000Z2007-02-15T12:16:41.232Z

One reason why Kingdom of Loathing is now my dearest new toy. That reason is painstakingly copied and pasted below. Another reason is that its twee-er than a plai-clad kitten hand-knitted by a Belle and Sebastian fan and also it's an RPG you don't need an XBox 360 to play, or testicles to know how the rules work.Just outside Cobb's Knob, you encounter an adolescent Knob Goblin waving a paintbrush

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-37812396236786792792007-02-07T16:58:00.000Z2007-02-07T17:02:09.617Z

The lovely cat I loved from Battersea Cats Home, the one with no fur on her ears and who is anyone's for a handful of prawns, has found a new home. It's fairly pathetic to fall in love with an animal you've only seen on the internet, a bit like going "OMG I MUST have that jumper" and going a bit teary when you realise you haven't actually got any money. That is silly. One day I will have a cat

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-74333211446190648462007-02-06T16:59:00.000Z2007-02-06T17:01:25.890Z

Beat boxing via Nigella. Nice comforting end of the day YouTube that doesn't hurt my brain which is good because it would quite like to lie down in a darkened room for five minutes. "Next put in some white noise. You can get it from the TV, I got mine from Sainsbury's."

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-50616237304744970992007-02-06T13:51:00.000Z2007-02-06T13:55:04.314Z

Other than self-assessment tax forms, spiders lurking in clumps of fruit at Tescos, and stories about cuddly sharks that turn out to be April Fool stories, I don't really know what I'd put in my Room 101. Nobody would go for bananas, evil though they are, because they're such a good source of potassium and slow-release energy. Never mind the fact they're evil, covered in spiders and taste of

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-47902709359740274942007-01-29T12:44:00.000Z2007-01-29T12:46:10.235Z

If you have five minutes free today and you are a man / boy or know one who has time free to think about being an unfaithful bastard, then you might like to help out my friend Helen.She's doing a feature on men / cheating and their definitions of the above. She would like to know what you (or your referred male) think is cheating and what's not. For example: "At what point does it turn from being

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-40143948561757798402007-01-22T17:24:00.000Z2007-01-22T17:27:23.320Z

Inspired by Beyoncé, Madonna and Kylie I think I should lose the surname. This is in no way due to the fact that when I click on this, it says that "Kat"'s ideal job is a supermodel, but "Kat Brown"'s ideal job is office numpty.Defence rests.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-91021386004784907152007-01-19T11:48:00.000Z2007-01-19T11:49:49.692Z

Found while writing up last night's gig, Emmy The Great's tour diary from trekking round with the lovely Euros Childs last year is the funniest thing I've read in ages. It distresses me how many people manage to be better at writing than me, while managing to carry off about 12 other talents at the same time. I knew I should never have given up the noseflute. Read it! It's short!

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-12389197413401595332007-01-18T23:49:00.001Z2007-01-18T23:49:26.116Z

Lame as this is, sod it. I've had too much farce occurring today to mind whether or not I look like a lemon so here we go: my review for PM will read thusly: "WOW". Repeated 399 times. Boring and repetitive, but there were songs I hadn't heard before that blew the hairs off my spine. Oh, and Fyfe from the Guillemots turned up to duet on Absentee. Even more lamely I went up to him afterwards and

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-2054342736318299772007-01-18T20:29:00.000Z2007-01-19T09:29:48.683Z

I'm not even going to pretend that there is anything worthy or thought out in this blog: this is a straightforward rant.While the rest of London is being blown to pieces in a gale that Oxford Street seems to have forgotten to RSVP to, I am being telephoned an hour early by interviewees. As this interview is to do with my freelancing rather than my actual job and as this interviewee has got the

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-59515846042281016802007-01-18T14:31:00.000Z2007-01-18T14:36:37.974Z

In the words of my friend at Holy Moly, "Carphone Warehouse has pulled all sponsorship from CBB. The Perfume Shop has taken Jade's perfume out of every store across the UK. Boo Hoo HOO."Blown out of proportion or not? CBB new exactly what they were doing when they put the dear old uneducated Goodies in and no wonder they're maintaining a discreet silence: it's raised their viewing figures

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-55073124324135152902007-01-15T10:29:00.000Z2007-01-15T10:30:25.670Z

I’ve been looking forward to Kylie’s Showgirls show coming on TV for literally months. I missed the last one you see, and for about three weeks afterwards felt like my life had lost a bit of sunshine. Glitz is my hobby: I adore it all, feathers, glitter, high heels and razzle-dazzle – bloody brilliant. The highlight of my teens was being given both a marabou trimmed boudoir outfit and an actual

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-91299103414392326232007-01-12T17:01:00.000Z2007-01-12T17:02:50.140Z

Is your sex life shit? Here's another call out from Emap's lady department. Cheap way to earn £150 on a Saturday I suppose, although you'd need to be London and free on Monday and willing to have all your sexual problems cast in print for your mum to see in Smith's."We are desperately in need of a couple who can take part in a sex therapy real life story. Is your sex life not as it used to be, do

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-5894902872869122892007-01-12T15:18:00.001Z2007-01-12T15:18:30.766Z

Yo Sushi are doing a 50% off deal until January 31 if you like that sort of thing. I bought RBT one of these sushi flash drives for his/our birthday - truly it is the greatest thing in the world ever. At least, that was what I thought until he got me the best of Jackie annual and a hole punch that clips the paper in the shape of sharks, and a card that would have made me cry had I not been

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-31593372650227537062007-01-12T11:56:00.000Z2007-01-12T12:01:05.445Z

"Dad died of a heart attack!" "No. He died from fear. Fear of that shark." It is very important that you see at least one show by these people at Bad Film Club a) because regardless of your sense of humour you will laugh like some kind of insane creature on crack b) you get to do slow hand claps and heckle at opportune moments c) there are often evil dwarfs (in the films).Of course, the one that

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-57785643293060547602007-01-11T17:44:00.001Z2007-01-11T17:45:56.945Z

James Brown lying in state:

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-14477124254222444592007-01-11T16:55:00.000Z2007-01-11T16:58:44.409Z

Despite being a journalist, see undeniable proof of the fact that I am loved, or at least gently humoured. If I were in Woman Mode I'd be crying into a cupboard right about now. Aren't people good?

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-51400627169832507072007-01-10T15:39:00.000Z2007-01-10T15:45:31.854Z

Having given up in disgust on the odds of getting 'Love Me Or Leave Me' before I leave today, I've moved onto Judy Garland's always amazing version of 'Get Happy'. Those curls! Those languorous curling vibratos! Amazing. Anyway, Hype Machine doesn't have it, but I know of at least one person who will like this version. Right click, save as,ignore the Christian blatherings, get haaaaappy!

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-38053849129816805322007-01-10T14:32:00.001Z2007-01-10T14:32:57.600Z

Am very annoyed as I downloaded a version of Love Me Or Love Me by Doris Day as the Nina Simone one was taking AGES, and it's so slow it basically isn't even the song. I'm always in favour of mixed-up versions of songs, but as that damned song has been knocking around my head for nigh on a week now I would much rather just play it into the ground and get it out of my system than be taunted by

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-57842680249503216692007-01-10T12:48:00.000Z2007-01-10T12:59:04.781Z

Proof that self-denial is a totally pointless and ghastly exerciseI have decided not to smoke until at least Friday because my voice is lowly getting fucked as was proved when I had to sing sustained notes on Monday night and fell into some atrocious wheezing instead. Also, there's no real need to, I'm not going anywhere where I'd ordinarily feel compelled to smoke. Of course now I've decided

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-61610974439965863932007-01-09T17:39:00.001Z2007-01-09T17:41:58.383Z

Something catchy and vaguely indie comes on the stereo, which is nice considering the dirge-like skindie grindie boy who’s been whingeing on about his A-levels for the last 20 minutes. Chris Swishblog is in charge of the stereo at work, so he occasionally gets emails from me along these lines:“I like this song. What is it.”“*Name of song* *artist*.” Now, confusion arises when the conversation

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-23778282654444199262007-01-09T16:53:00.000Z2007-01-09T17:09:23.392Z

As all the links I've been looking at recently seem to involve bands, porn, cats in various odd places and general unsuitable crap, I asked work for links to go in the Q newsletter. That's my favourite - Tickle Me Emo. Wait for the razorblades to come out and then reflect on the fact that no-one, Muppet or otherwise, should be in possession of that haircut.Other favourites include...- A Chinese

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-51997519046067862542007-01-05T14:39:00.000Z2007-01-05T15:54:07.535Z

The year's "People to watch in etcetc" lists have come out and somewhat surprisingly the Guardian have fucked it up the most. They've got Alexis Petridis for god's sake! Betty Clarke! Caroline Sullivan! And yet their list is a combination of the totally bobbins and that horrible moment you get on seeing your ferry sailing off without you - it's that backward.The Twang - MOR The Feeling mixed with

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-60553490965277709992007-01-04T17:45:00.000Z2007-01-04T17:52:55.821Z

"It really has to be one of the most frightening predators out there," says Dr Steve O'Shea of the quite frankly ENORMOUS squid they've just clocked off Antarctica. Well, you're not going to distrust someone a) with a doctorate b) called Steve and c) with TWO surnames are you? Helpfully the BBC website lists its size as being bigger than a giant squid which is indeed mightily helpful and goes

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-24728924867886763932007-01-04T12:22:00.000Z2007-01-04T12:26:49.395Z

Just watch it from 1'10 to the end, over and over and over again. "You want your momma?" "AH-WAAH-MA-MWAAHWAH". Oh my god, what's that? I've died in a pile of my own joyous tears? Good grief.I would also like the dogs from 0'28 and 0'38 thank you very much.

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-25118987157670930102007-01-03T12:38:00.000Z2007-01-03T12:39:05.842Z

A conversation between two people that pretty much sums up the way I think about the internet.B: Have you never considered that sex with "strangers" is better by default? You can't have good sex with someone you respect.A: call me old fashioned. if i had my way (and budget) i'd be out in patterned marc jacobs dresses with swirling skirtsA: no, no. YOU can't have good sex with someone you

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-66586750243076621772007-01-03T11:35:00.000Z2007-01-03T11:40:08.376Z

My friend Cassie sent me this site as a new year's greeting equivalent. I'm not overegging the pudding when I say that Cats In Sinks might be the greatest website the world has ever known. It's cats...in sinks. Or basins. And there are lots of them. This might be better than the Kitlers site, but it's still got a way to go before it betters Stuff on my Cat. KITTIES: crack for hormonal girls,

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-79954575171765214742007-01-02T15:26:00.000Z2007-01-02T15:27:23.153Z

Like the new-born puppy sliding out of the birth canal of 2006 into the burlap sack of 2007, I am blind. Unlike that horribly tortured metaphor/puppy, this is because I've lost my glasses and can't wear my contacts, and so my world is currently a vacant blur of colours and approximate shapes to be ignored in the lift until they prod you.This inability to see could be a metaphor for the year ahead

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-2665034636762072142006-12-25T21:23:00.000Z2006-12-26T00:03:05.839Z

She saw the night and it was hers. She stared into the corners of the black and every sweeping seam of it was hers. Flashing glares into shadows that shrank, she smiled, and licked her teeth, waiting for a figure to approach, and then, turning, spurn it for something better or worse. There were no words in the dark, no thoughts of anything other than the black glory she was wrapped in, and every

Kathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17212329278787583462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381602.post-23715248208362173632006-12-20T16:21:00.000Z2006-12-20T16:38:04.092Z

When I was living in France with the Orchestral Blonde, her boyfriend used to send us care packages with lovely things like Empire and Essential X-Men in for me, and books and Cosmo for her. It was while reading a particularly dreadful article about something possibly called the heart orgasm that I realised a) even in a country where English mags cost upwards of £6 a go I couldn't bring myself to

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So much weird stuff has happened this week that I haven't had the time to take the piss out of it properly. Such is the sad fact of Christmas and the last week of work. I blame The Kooks, causing harm and destruction like so many voodoo crows. If only they'd fuck off to America and get killed by alligators I could relax into the Christmas spirit.That MP and his Cheeky GirlFirst of all, of course,

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Apparently while I was drinking tequila and thinking that was actually a good idea at Thursday's office party, Zane Lowe was busy playing the new Arcade Fire track, ‘Interruption’. Happy Monday, it's now been streamed. (Do you remember when, if you missed something and forgot to tape it, that was it? I love the internet with its myriad of people to do it for me…)Third listen now and I’m still

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