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pandaemonaeum) wrote2004-04-19 10:03 am
pandaemonaeum) wrote2004-04-19 10:03 am
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Busy week!
Monday was the all-dayer at the Cage, and what a shambles it was too :( We were there from 3.30pm and finally got to play some music at 9pm. Fight the Robots was starting at 10.30 so I gave up my set to allow Ghost and Damien could have 45 minute sets. We were fed up with listening to metal by that point. Although, it was extremely funny to see all the people who were hiding from me/ Ghost behind the pillar (there is a huge pillar in one corner of the room, and you can't see who is behind it from the DJ booth) when FtR started. I think I'm supposed to know who they are, but didn't care enough to find out, although I suspect it's some of the idiots who are really brave when protected by the Internet and avoid me in person :rolleyes:
Still, I got to see a few people I haven't seen in ages, like Stuart and Nigel, and got a lift home with one of the (death metal) bands. Nice lads, shame I don't like the music they play!
Also had a very funny moment when I was chatting to one of them. There was I, crimped hair and black tiara, chatting to a bloke with 18 separate facial piercings and flesh tunnels in his ears I could put my thumbs through, when this girl comes up and stands at my elbow. I turn round to see what she wants, and she backs off, apologising. I am confused (I am easily confused.) Ghost starts giggling because she seems to be under the mistaken impression that I am 'with' this guy from the band. Yeah, we'd make such a sweet fucking couple, too ;) He seemed quite pleased to be rid of her, to be honest. However, to everyone who went to the Cage for the all-dayer, I am NOT going out with the bassist from Habitual Failure ;p
I was also talked about 'behind my back' by a girl who got sacked after one DJing session at the Cage. I say 'behind my back', she yelled it in someone's ear as I sat the other side of him, how stupid is that? Apparently she's a better DJ than me and shouldn't have been sacked. :rolleyes:. I have now rolled my eyes so far back in my head I can actually see my brain. What makes people think that they can step up to the decks, get someone else to put their CDs in for them, not mix them or cross them over themselves, play the wrong tracks and play to a dancefloor of 4 people in a room of nearly 100 and then call themselves a success? I wish I had that much capacity for self-delusion, I would be sorted. I mean, I have had to work twice as hard as the male DJs I know for half as many gigs. I'm nearly as good as Ghost but I get paid the 'second string' rate along with other DJs who don't cope as well as me. And she thinks she can waltz in and fuck up, then flutter her eyelashes and have everyone forgive her? I don't think so. She also thinks she can set herself up as 'competition' for me. Newsflash, I help run the fucking night dearie, calling me names results in you not getting another gig. Silly cow.
However, I got to dump someone else with dealing with her, delegation rules! :D
Spent Tuesday recovering, and Wednesday trying to put the house into some semblance of order. Failed miserably. Oh well.
Last night was Contamination Radiation, which was pretty empty but I wasn't DJing and frankly didn't care. People were supposed to dress up as schoolkids/ teachers. I am too old to dress up as a schoolgirl and felt like a prat anyway, so I dressed up as a teacher. Felt naked without a corset and hairpiece :o but never mind. For my pains I got a free CD, go me! It's okay, but I can't see myself playing it. Ebay, perhaps?? My friend Donna was there, which was a surprise, as her gran had died the night before. She only stayed a little while, hopefully she's not too upset today. Can't contact her unfortunately :( Chatted to my friend Jo, we had a right old bitch about a bunch of people we don't like and a gossip about who is seeing who and who isn't seeing who, and who has been whining about what. :) It's getting to be that I know almost as many people here as in Glasgow, it's only taken (does mental math) 6 years :o
Got a meeting with someone who wants a wedding dress making tomorrow, a dark red gown :) For October, so plenty of time, thank goodness. Apparently someone was trying to get in touch with me to have some stuff made in time for Whitby. It's what, a week away? HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA. Sorry. That kind of thing usually reduces me to hysterical laughter. People know they're going, they leave shopping for custom clothing till ONE WEEK before? Are they on drugs??? I could probably manage it but it would be a stretch, I have had to turn them away. Unfortunately I have this weird need to sleep at least once a day for about 6-7 hours, dunno where I get that from ;)
Monday was the all-dayer at the Cage, and what a shambles it was too :( We were there from 3.30pm and finally got to play some music at 9pm. Fight the Robots was starting at 10.30 so I gave up my set to allow Ghost and Damien could have 45 minute sets. We were fed up with listening to metal by that point. Although, it was extremely funny to see all the people who were hiding from me/ Ghost behind the pillar (there is a huge pillar in one corner of the room, and you can't see who is behind it from the DJ booth) when FtR started. I think I'm supposed to know who they are, but didn't care enough to find out, although I suspect it's some of the idiots who are really brave when protected by the Internet and avoid me in person :rolleyes:
Still, I got to see a few people I haven't seen in ages, like Stuart and Nigel, and got a lift home with one of the (death metal) bands. Nice lads, shame I don't like the music they play!
Also had a very funny moment when I was chatting to one of them. There was I, crimped hair and black tiara, chatting to a bloke with 18 separate facial piercings and flesh tunnels in his ears I could put my thumbs through, when this girl comes up and stands at my elbow. I turn round to see what she wants, and she backs off, apologising. I am confused (I am easily confused.) Ghost starts giggling because she seems to be under the mistaken impression that I am 'with' this guy from the band. Yeah, we'd make such a sweet fucking couple, too ;) He seemed quite pleased to be rid of her, to be honest. However, to everyone who went to the Cage for the all-dayer, I am NOT going out with the bassist from Habitual Failure ;p
I was also talked about 'behind my back' by a girl who got sacked after one DJing session at the Cage. I say 'behind my back', she yelled it in someone's ear as I sat the other side of him, how stupid is that? Apparently she's a better DJ than me and shouldn't have been sacked. :rolleyes:. I have now rolled my eyes so far back in my head I can actually see my brain. What makes people think that they can step up to the decks, get someone else to put their CDs in for them, not mix them or cross them over themselves, play the wrong tracks and play to a dancefloor of 4 people in a room of nearly 100 and then call themselves a success? I wish I had that much capacity for self-delusion, I would be sorted. I mean, I have had to work twice as hard as the male DJs I know for half as many gigs. I'm nearly as good as Ghost but I get paid the 'second string' rate along with other DJs who don't cope as well as me. And she thinks she can waltz in and fuck up, then flutter her eyelashes and have everyone forgive her? I don't think so. She also thinks she can set herself up as 'competition' for me. Newsflash, I help run the fucking night dearie, calling me names results in you not getting another gig. Silly cow.
However, I got to dump someone else with dealing with her, delegation rules! :D
Spent Tuesday recovering, and Wednesday trying to put the house into some semblance of order. Failed miserably. Oh well.
Last night was Contamination Radiation, which was pretty empty but I wasn't DJing and frankly didn't care. People were supposed to dress up as schoolkids/ teachers. I am too old to dress up as a schoolgirl and felt like a prat anyway, so I dressed up as a teacher. Felt naked without a corset and hairpiece :o but never mind. For my pains I got a free CD, go me! It's okay, but I can't see myself playing it. Ebay, perhaps?? My friend Donna was there, which was a surprise, as her gran had died the night before. She only stayed a little while, hopefully she's not too upset today. Can't contact her unfortunately :( Chatted to my friend Jo, we had a right old bitch about a bunch of people we don't like and a gossip about who is seeing who and who isn't seeing who, and who has been whining about what. :) It's getting to be that I know almost as many people here as in Glasgow, it's only taken (does mental math) 6 years :o
Got a meeting with someone who wants a wedding dress making tomorrow, a dark red gown :) For October, so plenty of time, thank goodness. Apparently someone was trying to get in touch with me to have some stuff made in time for Whitby. It's what, a week away? HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA. Sorry. That kind of thing usually reduces me to hysterical laughter. People know they're going, they leave shopping for custom clothing till ONE WEEK before? Are they on drugs??? I could probably manage it but it would be a stretch, I have had to turn them away. Unfortunately I have this weird need to sleep at least once a day for about 6-7 hours, dunno where I get that from ;)