Edinburgh Duathlon World Championship = ridiculous amounts of lycra-clad men and women spotted on Holyrood Road.
Briefly » In the midfield
Banging big
Good God Deity, no wonder the mainstream media is suffering. Whether or not William Hague (a) cheated on his wife with a man; or (b) showed ‘poor judgement’ by sharing a hotel room with an aide, they clearly have nothing more useful to do, like report real news.
If he cheated he needs to answer to his wife, not us. Who knows why he shared a hotel room? Who fucking cares? The media is intimating that if he wanted to save money for the election campaign he was wrong because he’s rich and should have splashed out on his own room, but I’m sure if he had the news would be that he’s a complete toff and can’t relate to the rest of us because he can’t even share a room for a night.
Briefly » Blue spread bed
Yay, Sherlock is coming back! But autumn 2011?! It’s just so uncool that I have to wait a year.
T-shirt style
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly proud of being flat-chested, it’s just the way I am. But it is nice to be able to find nice bras that fit and aren’t ridiculously padded like they are in Singapore.
(I’m a UK 6 and do you know how bloody hard it is to find nice clothing in the UK where the average female size is 14? Some places don’t even stock anything smaller than a 10, for fuck’s sake. This may explain why I’ve latched onto All Saints, Urban Outfitters, and H&M.)
It’s probably pained my mother (slightly) for years that I am not only flat-chested but also still not very feminine. I still get mistaken for a bloke — most recently, this weekend just gone.
Sorry, Neil, everyone thinks you bat for the other team.
Anyway. H&M makes decent underwear in my size but it’s not always in stock. I’m also as picky about my undergarments as I am about the clothes I wear over them, so no one should ever be forced to go shopping with me. Unless it’s a sociological experiment or they’re Gok Wan. I fantasise about him trying to give me a new look and me rejecting 90% of his suggested ‘capsule wardrobe’ and makeover ideas, saying, “I don’t wear pink / pastels / lace / waist belts / maxi anything / frills / ruffles / fur / sequins / stiletto heels / nail polish.”
Stuff I Like » Dr Martens Darcie boot
Ah, Doc Martens. I got my first pair in 1992 and only got rid of them (with great reluctance) in 2006. What a difference excessive consumerism makes.
I already thought my eight-eyelet copper DMs were something special (purchased 1996, in a wee shop in Kardinya, Western Australia), but then I managed to buy a turquoise-green eight-eyelet pair in 2006, a non-standard (i.e. not lace-up) mid-calf height pair of plain black boots later that year, and the ever-stylish cherry reds (yup, eight-eyelets) in 2008. I’ve had a pair of ‘classic’ oxfords (gibsons?) for Deity knows how long. These Dr Martens Darcie boots (yes, eight-eyelets again) were a Christmas present from the ever-patient husband*. Yeah, I own a buttload of DMs.
They’re actually pretty high-heeled (my friend Rich laughingly remarked he’d wondered why I looked so tall until he noticed the footwear), and I’m known for having delicate little feet — it’s usually trainers and flat-heeled boots. But the Darcies are actually pretty comfortable, unless you’re like me and decide to walk for miles late one evening.
So I recommend them if you’re into boots, patent leather, and Doc Martens. Neil sez, “Kinky!”
* Patient because Neil hasn’t said much about how my shoes are slowly taking over the flat where my books haven’t.
Briefly » Melancholy in close range
Rich introduced me to the photography of Anton Tang. It reminds me a lot of slinkachu’s little people (which I love).
Little mind heart
I’ve read a couple of posts from Chris J Reed and this one practically takes the MCDYS to dinner, dancing, and an erotically-charged fumble while parked in Changi Village.
This bloke has clearly drunk the Kool-Aid. Or has never spent time in the ‘heartlands’. Or is deliberately trying to piss me off. Yeah. Me. Just me.
Chirps non stop
More 4 in the UK has been repeating some of Richard Dawkins’ ‘greatest hits’ — last week it was Faith Schools Menace? (they certainly are, education is not about ideology) and this week it was The God Delusion. I found the book somewhat over-strident, and with the series, Dawkins did bait his interview subjects. But some of their reactions were astounding.
What I simply cannot understand is how people of science (doctors and scientists and so on) can unquestioningly believe in a virgin birth, miracles, and resurrection. Or that you must believe in the white-haired bearded one before you can be saved, and that everyone who believes must spread the bloody word. I don’t need to be saved! I want to live my life to the full while I’m alive, without worrying about being called into account by some bloke named Peter.
What’s wrong with atheists who are good because they want to be? Religion is not a prerequisite for morality and decency. I have no issue with people who do follow an organised religion, but please don’t evangelise, it’s really annoying. I was so alarmed while watching The God Delusion that I rang Neil just to confirm that while he considers himself a Christian, he sides with the theory of evolution and other scientific evidence that show us how the world is made. He’s a cultural Christian, like Philip Pullman.
Why does God have to be anthropomorphised, anyway? Nature is so bloody amazing that it should be our god.