Monthly Archives: June 2004

Robin Deacon @ home

Without wanting to seem like a free advertising agency for him, I must tell you both about his next performance. So here goes.

The Performing Kitchen, 9/10/11 July 2004, at home

Enjoy

That Birthday Present List In Full…

and in no particular order…

(to be expanded when I remember more – apologies to the offended)

From Mairi
History Book with Timelines
David Cronenberg double-bill DVD: Rabid and Shivers
Butterscotch sweeties
Chocolate Lime sweeties
Crystallized Ginger sweeties
From Suzanne
Various Moleskine notepads – enough to last a lifetime!
From Robin and Ruth
The 6ths – Hyacinths and Thistles CD
Wicked mockup of the cover of Kraftwerk – The Man Machine, but with my face, so it’s The Matt Machine
From Eirian
A Globe
A talking Mr. T keyring. (‘I pity the fool!’)
The Onion: Our Dumb Century pocketbook
From Gren and Mags
The Richard Pryor DVD
From Mairi’s folks
Spaced Series 1 DVD
Delicious chocolates (eaten)
From Mairi’s sister and family
Delicious chocolates (eaten)
Alan Moore comic book

Thanks to all of you for giving me things to comemmorate me being born 32 years ago.

Chewing the Phat

Went out after work last night with my two good friends Robin and Gren, in “London’s Fashionable Soho”. It being my birthday on the 10th June and all. As usual, the conversation covered so much ground that I think it’ll be easier to list some links to subjects covered.

Guys, correct me if I got the order wrong.

And who said the art of conversation was dead?

Yoorow Two Faasand And Fowah

There’s a sweepstake at work for the Euro 2004 football championships. Now, I don’t know anything about football, so I don’t know whether drawing Sweden is good or bad. “OK,” I was told. We’ll see. I stand to win about £30, so it would be nice.

*cliche alert!*

I do know enough to know that football is the game where you kick the ball with your foot, and American Football is a series of adverts, linked by footage of men wearing body armour throwing a small rugby ball with their hands.

*end of cliche*

*end of post*

*end of tether*

*lunchtime*

Hippie Barf Day

Despite my birthday not being until the 10th, I had a bit of a do on Saturday 5th (coincidentally, my Dad’s 75th birthday).

And despite me being shit at contacting people (a charming trait, rather than being intensely annoying, I assure you) lots of people turned out at the Trafalgar in Tooting. Thanks guys! It was great to see you all.

But before all that Mairi and I, accompanied by our good pals Suzanne and Eirian, went to Ferraris Brasserie in Balham, a meal livened by screaming German children upturning pasta over themselves. The tiger prawns were a bit too chilli-hot for me, but the Spag Bol* was great and the posh ice cream dessert thing was yum as well.

“A starter and dessert?”. A voice.

YES.

Eirian and I then had some liqueur stuff ‘to aid digestion’ which was very nasty indeed. At least cough medicine makes an attempt to taste nice. I should have had Grappa. Never mind, I had a delicious Sambucca at…

…the above pub. A very nice place, and one to go to if our purchase of the flat in Tooting goes ahead. (I’m scared to write about the move, for fear of jinxing it – I’ll fill you in later)

I was a bit embarassed by the lovely turnout to be honest. I had made a crappy attempt at texting people 2 or 3 days beforehand, but to my delight it actually worked! Gren and Mags came all the way south, and Aubs cruised by, and many more besides.

My good pal Suzanne came all the way from Ely, carrying lovely gifts of Moleskine notebooks. Mmm lovely.

Eirian gave me the fantastic Onion ‘Our Dumb Century’ pocket book, which is packed with great headlines like

“I also have a dream – Malcolm X”

and

“Holy Shit – Man Walks On Fucking Moon”

That’ll keep me going for a while. She also got me a globe! That can go in the smoking room in the new flat. It’ll go well with the decanters and the oak panelling.

It was a lovely evening – many people hadn’t met before, so it was good to see them getting on so well. Aubs, Gren and Robin were swapping film-making tips. Mairi, Mags and Ruth were having a good old chinwag (talking about shoes or makeup, probably)

I love it when a plan comes together.

*I haven’t had a decent Spag Bol for years, so nyer.

Hippie Barf Day

Despite my birthday not being until the 10th, I had a bit of a do on Saturday 5th (coincidentally, my Dad’s 75th birthday).

And despite me being shit at contacting people (a charming trait, rather than being intensely annoying, I assure you) lots of people turned out at the Trafalgar in Tooting. Thanks guys! It was great to see you all.

But before all that Mairi and I, accompanied by our good pals Suzanne and Eirian, went to Ferraris Brasserie in Balham, a meal livened by screaming German children upturning pasta over themselves. The tiger prawns were a bit too chilli-hot for me, but the Spag Bol* was great and the posh ice cream dessert thing was yum as well.

“A starter and dessert?”. A voice.

YES.

Eirian and I then had some liqueur stuff ‘to aid digestion’ which was very nasty indeed. At least cough medicine makes an attempt to taste nice. I should have had Grappa. Never mind, I had a delicious Sambucca at…

…the above pub. A very nice place, and one to go to if our purchase of the flat in Tooting goes ahead. (I’m scared to write about the move, for fear of jinxing it – I’ll fill you in later)

I was a bit embarrassed by the lovely turnout to be honest. I had made a crappy attempt at texting people 2 or 3 days beforehand, but to my delight it actually worked! Gren and Mags came all the way south, and Aubs cruised by, and many more besides.

My good pal Suzanne came all the way from Ely, carrying lovely gifts of Moleskine notebooks. Mmm lovely.

Eirian gave me the fantastic Onion ‘Our Dumb Century’ pocket book, which is packed with great headlines like

“I also have a dream – Malcolm X”

and

“Holy Shit – Man Walks On Fucking Moon”

That’ll keep me going for a while. She also got me a globe! That can go in the smoking room in the new flat. It’ll go well with the decanters and the oak panelling.

It was a lovely evening – many people hadn’t met before, so it was good to see them getting on so well. Aubs, Gren and Robin were swapping film-making tips. Mairi, Mags and Ruth were having a good old chinwag (talking about shoes or makeup, probably)

I love it when a plan comes together.

*I haven’t had a decent Spag Bol for years, so nyer.