Merry Christmas, mofos

Sorry, I had to. Kid looks so darn cute.

This is my favourite boy, my godson Tayo, all dressed up for Christmas:

Hope y'all had a good one, whatever you've been celebrating. I promise to resume normal, non-nauseatingly-cute picture posts soon.

Surfing On A Rocker

Aujourd'hui, je suis allee a Paris, pour interviewer (think i made that one up...) le band, Air. C'etait hypercool.

Umm, yes, well, my French is a bit rusty, and I barely saw much of Paris: it was pretty much Eurostar-taxi-hotel-interview-taxi-Eurostar. But still. Being taken to Paris for the day, always nice.

le grand move

Fi, mid-'Never Forget' armwave

Leaving the house I've lived in my whole life is kind of heartbreaking. Packing up the house we've all lived in for so long is totally nightmarish. How on earth did we accumulate so much crap? And how much bigger does the house now look??

now will you make us pancakes??

Or, the hilarious things you find while clearing out drawers full of mine and my sister's old schoolwork, birthday cards, invitations, notes and so on, that my mum never threw out:



Being a fickle child, however, I clearly also thought my mum was wonderful, on occasion.

music is my hot hot sex

The moment Jarvis came on as CSS's super special guest at their Kentish Town show last night. Awesome:

Kentish Town not so awesome to get back from, however. After missing the last southbound tube by about 35 seconds, I waited about fifty minutes in -1 temps, as four fucking night buses drove right past the stop without even slowing. Fuckers.

Never Forget

With this whole Take That revival thing I keep thinking I've slipped into the early 1990s. Especially when you factor in the afternoon we spent recently watching series one Beverly Hills 90210.

Hello to the huuuuge pre-teen/early teen crushes on Mark Owen and Jason Priestly.

I'm turning into the most boring person ever

I really miss my NY life, but look at this face and tell me you'd be able to walk away from him. For the record, in addition to his baby adidas sweater, he was also wearing tiny baby jeans and tiny baby Timberlands. Baby G.

NDA

So I wish I could tell you where I've been working and what I've been watching these past couple days, but alas I can't (my lips are sealed). Suffice to say, and further to that myspace bulletin I posted three days ago that is merely a strange coincidence as I had no idea these past two days were going to occur, that I still cannot *wait* for February 2007. And that is all.

And also: what the fuck happened to 2006? It's December 1 already. Man.