How are we all? Not feeling too Sunday-evening-ish, I hope.
Maybe it's the deliciously autumnal weather (and the sheer exhaustion of having Done Stuff this weekend) but I'm feeling the need to binge on some traditional Sunday-night period dramas: notably this ...
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| {Jane Eyre} |
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| {Poldark} |
This fortnight, I have mostly been ...
Reading 📘
It's surprising how slowly one can read a 128-page book, but I swear, it's the writing (my own, not hers) holding me up.
It's like a compulsion.
As is the compulsion to doze on the train, but hey, I'm only human, and it's still sort of dark when I get up for work now, so ... yep.
I should probably also mention that I've more or less abandoned my target of reading 50 books. And that setting myself targets seems to be tantamount to setting myself up to fail; and quite honestly, I'm only in competition with myself so ... why pile on the pressure, eh?
Watching 📺
Season 10 of The Big Bang Theory
... which turned up on Netflix last weekend to my utter joy.
I've only gone and finished the whole season in, what, six days?!
Now I see where my potential reading time is really being used up. Hmm.
But who can possibly resist the undeniable allure of this man ... ?
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| {Seriously, what's not to love?} |
Santa Clarita Diet
⚠⚠⚠ Warning: graphic (i.e. gross) and sweary content! Watch at your own discretion ... ⚠⚠⚠
Premise: suburban woman turns zombie. But while it's quirky 'n' all – Drew Barrymore is infinitely watchable in spite of, bless her, always being kinda Drew Barrymore, and hello, Timothy Olyphant, (recognisable from such 90s/00s cinematic/televisual epics as Scream 2 and that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie dates a much younger man):
when did you turn into Dishy Dad material?
– it's also gory as heck.
And given I like to watch the 'Flix over dinner, this is not, I tell thee, the best choice for that.
Trust me on this. The first episode alone will put you right off your carbonara.
Gaga: Five Foot Two
She's a funny little onion, is Gaga. Her whole image has been built around a myth of absolute bonkers-ness
but she's spent the last couple of years paring back that image to the point of absolute fragility (much of her tour has been postponed after she was overwhelmed by her chronic pain condition).
And at some points in this documentary she just seemed so completely adrift, lonely, and in need of a proper rest; a cuddle from her dad; hospital treatment without a makeup artist there prepping her for her next engagement; and a holiday away from the madness of the myth of being Gaga.
Oh and maybe a nice strong cup of tea to see her right.
That voice though.
She's minute; the documentary goes to great pains to show just how physically teeny she actually is; but she is committed to her music and to her fans, she's conscientious, and boy can she belt 'em out. It's hard not to have All the Feels watching her work out the subtleties of Million Reasons, or a jazz rendition of Bad Romance.
Ro-ma-ooh-la la.
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| {Slaaaay, sista.} |
Making ... 🥘
... whoopee.
Just kidding.
Compote. I made compote.
Cherry and raspberry compote, to go over my morning porridge (new ritual; admittedly far more filling than my previous breakfast of ... well, mostly rubbish). Perfect for chilly autumn mornings.
I even sterilised jars, a process that has always intimidated me out of making any sort of conserve (no, I know, compote probably doesn't even count).
Gettin' Lost in Music (caught in a trap // no turnin' back) 🎶
Last night, the lovely people of the Parish, plus some friends from Other Places (notably formerly of Voicerox: Sandra, Gill, Rosemary!), gathered for another fun evening of dancing at the 1970s Disco, organised and decorated in large part by friend Julie and by moi.
After the success of last year's 1960s disco, the 1970s seemed the next-best decade to theme the event around, and it turned out to be a fantastic choice given the outfits on display by the guests, some of whom really went to town! (I hope you know who you are, and that you all looked fantastic!)
And in case you're not feeling the vibe ... here's a sampler of some of the tuneage we were dancing to (and some we weren't, for balance):
All together now: Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.
You're welcome. Now feast your eyes upon this bevy of delights. All slightly out of order and occasionally blurry with mood lighting, but, you get the picture!
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| {Aspiring to great glamour with mixed results ...} |
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| {Model model! The shoulder tattoo is temporary. As were the lashes. Fun, though!} |
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| {M'ladies} |
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| {Julie & Natalie} |
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| {Home Bar Goals} |
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| {QB aboard the Love Train ...} |
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| {Buffet Break} |
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| {Rev. Helen rocks out} |
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| {Staff team photograph!} |
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| {Spot the vicar ...} |
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| {They don't call 'er Red Hot for nowt} |
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| {A rare sighting but welcome nonetheless: Jill & Jo West bopping like it's 1975!} |
And to my beautiful bestest Natalie, for coming along and supporting us (plus doing my makeup, and taking most of the photos!) in spite of being severely under the weather. Love oo.
Breakfasting 🥞
... with the Voicerox Lovelies this morning.
Sadly no photographs of the Assembled Breakfast Club exist because we were all too busy gossiping and feeding our faces (some with two breakfasts ... that totally wasn't me, no ... 🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷🐷) to take any.
So here's a gif of the Trousersnake waiting to be invited to the Jack Fairman to join us ...
Breakfast Club Shout-outs due to Jess, Mimi, Charlie, Al, Alun, Chris and Jenny.
Excellent company as always.
Pinterest Pins of the Fortnight 📌
Fortnightly Web Finds 🕸🔎
Just the one: while I have plenty of articles bookmarked to read and share, the having a chance to read them part is falling by the wayside. I should probably address that.
Silly 🤡
• The G👀gly Eye Movement is taking over the world! | on BuzzWorthy | via Natalie
STOP PRESS: The Googly Eyes Foundation has an Instagram. There go several hours of my life!
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| {photo credit | via here} |
Join us again in two weeks for, well, much of the same really.
qb xx
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| {Yes, I own a lightbox now. I am officially a social media cliché.} |
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