Life in the gutter has just got a little bit worse: the digital signal is off, and we are now listening to the football game on TV because there is no picture. And checking the tracklist in San Siro from forums.
Update to the update: signal back. Pheew.
21.21 Update to the update to the update: signal off. AGAIN. Grrr.
21.24 Update etc. Klose scores. Signal back. Missed a goal, but happy with the 2:1. Signal gone AGAIN.
21.35 Signal back, and we've managed to catch both the Turkish equaliser and a Lahm goal!
Meanwhile, I would be dead in San Siro with I'm on Fire and Racing in the Street one after the other...
Mittwoch, 25. Juni 2008
Gutted
Having just watched the highlights of my adored Marat Safin demolishing the upstart Djokovic, I'm completely gutted that I didn't force my lazy, hung-over (from a few too many post-last-German-class beers) butt out of bed at the crack of dawn to join my friend Romany in SW19 today.
I can now officially declare this the Week of Being Gutted: I was offered tickets for both Sigur Ros AND Radiohead last night and had to pass. Tonight Bruce is playing the legendary San Siro stadium in Milan, and again I was offered a ticket, but evil British Airways placed a £250 plane fare between me and my 21 friends who are going. I could have been toasting in the Milan afa, and spending a week being pampered by my family in boiling Bologna, but alas 'twas not to be. And to round it all up I risked going to a Bon Jovi gig on Friday but (fortunately, one might say) I can't go, due to prior commitments in Kent.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us (who frankly, should be in Frankfurt-am-Main for such an event) are now watching Germany - Turkey in London, where it's not even proper summer yet.
I can now officially declare this the Week of Being Gutted: I was offered tickets for both Sigur Ros AND Radiohead last night and had to pass. Tonight Bruce is playing the legendary San Siro stadium in Milan, and again I was offered a ticket, but evil British Airways placed a £250 plane fare between me and my 21 friends who are going. I could have been toasting in the Milan afa, and spending a week being pampered by my family in boiling Bologna, but alas 'twas not to be. And to round it all up I risked going to a Bon Jovi gig on Friday but (fortunately, one might say) I can't go, due to prior commitments in Kent.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us (who frankly, should be in Frankfurt-am-Main for such an event) are now watching Germany - Turkey in London, where it's not even proper summer yet.
Mittwoch, 4. Juni 2008
This very unpleasing sneezing
Ho un attacco di allergia mostruoso che mi è venuto ieri in treno, tornando a casa dal meeting con i miei supervisori. Sono dodici ore che ho gli occhi pesti e lacrimanti, il naso colante, una media di dieci starnuti al minuto, le labbra gonfie, e la gola in fiamme. Saranno le graminacee dell'Essex, o il panino radioattivo che mi sono dovuta comprare in Università perchè mi son dimenticata il pranzo a casa? Ne approfitto per riposarmi a casa e recuperare un po' di tempo per fare le quattro compilations di Bruce che mi sono state commissionate: un'introduzione cronologica in due volumi, una che segue la tracklist di un concerto, una political-seria, e una che sfiora i limiti della decenza*. Altre richieste? Scambio con cover di Bruce di chiunque, in qualsiasi formato. Qui ce n'è una splendida di Josh Ritter.
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