word up

Ok so in recent days I've felt an urge to start writing a blog, lord knows why anyone would find my witterings interesting (though some band apparently find me hilarious...) but hey here it is. I guess the last time I felt the urge when I moved to London some five (lordy) years ago, so I guess it's some sycophantic urge to document my life in some way or another. I'm going through a bit of a change (no not that one, I'm only 28!), with ten, (crikey ten!) days left of work, and then pending unemployment and studentdom looming. Regardless of what happens, I am deliriously excited about...

A about not working
B about being really busy with school stuff
C about meeting lotsa cool people at Goldsmiths where I'm going.
D about new musical projects and Music For Girls, the super cool disco I'm gonna be djing at.

Things I am not going to miss about work

1. Sexist builders - doesn't happen that much as generally people are very nice to me, I do find that people try to undermine my authority as I'm a young female which annoys me a lot, but if they want to play the macho man, I'll let them, "look at you the big boys talking over the short quiet indie kid, aren't you hard?"
2. Hard hat hair - trust me ladies it SUCKS
3. Knackered hands and nails - how can you keep yr hands in any nice state when yr on dirty building sites lifting heavy things? There is really no point in going for a manicure either!
4.... and other stuff which maybe I'll talk about another time.

I did do some cool stuff at my job, and there was lotsa stuff I enjoyed, computer modelling rocks! I got forwarded an email from Yusef Islam (I know his email address, get me drunk and I'll tell you it) once, I almost saw Shakira, I saw stuff from the Parthanon that visitors to the British Museum don't see and went to Belfast too (the one cool work trip I went on, we went to see Caribou on our night off!). And I've got to work on some awesome big projects, but really, the dirt and the manual labour killed me and if yr not really wanting to progress career wise that's what you end up doing.

Like Hank Moody, I hate the word blog, and I detest the word blogger, everyone seems to be a model/blogger, I'm sorry but when did blogging become something that 'trendy' people did? I'm personally taking back the role of the blogger and returning it to the nerds. And there's not even just blogs, there's fashion blogs, cooking blogs, music blogs, no one calls things websites any more, maybe I should call this a website and not a blog, though I guess it's a blog... fucking hell!

The name Sable Nights is the name of a flower that I saw in Kew Gardens the other day, I liked it as I thought it sounded like an Au Revoir Simone song title. The Sable is also incredibly cute (see the picture above!), I want a pet Sable! I realised just now that as there's a porn star called Sable that there will probably be people looking for this in the hope of seeing some naked ladies, god I'm such a muppet! There will be no naked ladies on this blog, maybe naked men, hmm I dunno.