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Let's get anetic
Trina couldn't come to the Modern Soul night in St Anne's so I went by myself.
No trains were running that night on that line (I refused the hi-vi'd man's offer of a rail replacement bus service that would have to sloth round a dozen little villages first), so caught a train to Blackpool North instead, thinking I could get a bus from there.
On Blackpool prom the screaming miniskirted girls felt their way forward with a high-heeled gait midway between that of a toddler and a wrestler; lads in tight white logo-ed vests are loudly homosocial, looking not much different from the clientele of Trade. Occasionally, you could see an unguarded moment where someone let her face relax for a moment before hoisting it back into a grinning mask. "I'm enjoying myself! OMG, this is mad!" It all looks like such hard work.
I walked and walked and walked, as far as the South Shore, but there were no buses as the prom's being done up; then gave up and got a taxi. Eleven pounds! It'd be five or six in Lancaster.
I needn't have worried about how it would go socially, sitting and dancing by myself. Several people came over to say hello and to shake my hand, and the female of the organising couple asked about my journey.

In any case, everyone is there to dance, which, as you might deduce from the picture, can sometimes get a little flirty, just as dancing is supposed to be. "Can I just say," I said, as we bumped into each other outside, "that you're wearing the best dress of the evening? Where did you get it from?" Always a good idea to comment on a woman's clothes. Makes you sound a bit poofy and therefore makes them relax. (Debenhams? That's become a lot less frumpy than I remember it.)
A few days before I was on a dancefloor not half-chatting up someone else, Trina and I had a wined and coal fired evening playing the Dictionary Game.
Just in case you want to play it yourself with the words I got, I won't give the definitions here, but I will put them in the first comment below.
anetic
heteroclite
grangerize [possibly unhelpful hint: despite the spelling, Granger is a proper noun]
geogony
hobby (give a sense other than "pastime", and not that of a compound)
formication
engrail
heaume
leguleian
And my favourite, which along with "anetic" will be used on this site when the occasion arises...
deturpate
Any woman who can sink a bottle of wine (and then some) in the course of an evening while playing the Dictionary Game, who likes dancing to the same music as me! and who is a bit of a goer, doesn't deserve angry emails like the one I sent her, even when I am rather vexed.
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looby, n.; pl. loobies. A lout; an awkward, stupid, clownish person
M / 61 / Bristol, "the most beautiful, interesting and distinguished city in England" -- John Betjeman [1961, source eludes me].
"Looby is a left-wing intellectual who is obsessed with a) women's clothes and b) tits." -- Joy of Bex.
WLTM literate woman, 40-65. Must have nice tits, a PhD, and an mdma factory in the shed, although the first on its own will do in the short term.
There are plenty of bastards who drink moderately. Of course, I don't consider them to be people. They are not our comrades.
Sergei Korovin, quoted in Pavel Krusanov, The Blue Book of the Alcoholic
I am here to change my life. I am here to force myself to change my life.
Chinese man I met during Freshers Week at Lancaster University, 2008
The more democratised art becomes, the more we recognise in it our own mediocrity.
James Meek
Tell me, why is it that even when we are enjoying music, for instance, or a beautiful evening, or a conversation in agreeable company, it all seems no more than a hint of some infinite felicity existing apart somewhere, rather than actual happiness – such, I mean, as we ourselves can really possess?
Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
I hate the iPod; I hate the idea that music is such a personal thing that you can just stick some earplugs in your ears and have an experience with music. Music is a social phenomenon.
Jeremy Wagner
La vie poetique has its pleasures, and readings--ideally a long way from home--are one of them. I can pretend to be George Szirtes.
George Szirtes
Using words well is a social virtue. Use 'fortuitous' once more to
mean 'fortunate' and you move an English word another step towards
the dustbin. If your mistake took hold, no-one who valued clarity
would be able to use the word again.
John Whale
One good thing about being a Marxist is that you don't have to pretend to like work.
Terry Eagleton, What Is A Novel?, Lancaster University, 1 Feb 2010
The working man is a fucking loser.
Mick, The Golden Lion, Lancaster, 21 Mar 2011
Rummage in my drawers
The Comfort of Strangers
23.1.16: Big clearout of the defunct and dormant and dull
16.1.19: Further pruning
If your comment box looks like this, I'm afraid I sometimes can't be bothered with all that palarver just to leave a comment.
63 mago
Another Angry Voice
the asshat lounge
Clutter From The Gutter
Crinklybee Defunct
Exile on Pain Street
Fat Man On A Keyboard
gairnet provides: press of blll
George Szirtes ditto
Infomaniac [NSFW]
Laudator Temporis Acti
Leeds's Singing Organ-Grinder
On The Rocks
The Most Difficult Thing Ever nothing since April
Quillette
Strange Flowers
Wonky Words
"Just sit still and listen" - woman to teenage girl at Elliott Carter weekend, London 2006
5:4Bristol New Music
Desiring Progress Collection of links only
NewMusicBox
Purposeful Listening (né The Rambler)
Resonance FM
Sequenza 21
Sound and Music
Talking Musicology defunct, but retained
