Friday, 27 November 2009


Detlev is a bloody liar!

Thursday, 26 November 2009

BURNT MY FUCKING FRINGE.
oh dear.
maybe I should sleep.
klmsdfsdcsa.

Wednesday, 25 November 2009



I just watched this documentary on Berlin, has made me extremely excited for New Year, it had this part on this controversial 1920s actress Anita Berber, I found her lifestyle very interesting, especially for those days. Must have been outrageous ha.

Anita Berber (June 10, 1899 – November 10, 1928) was a German dancer, actress, writer, and prostitute who was the subject of an Otto Dix painting. She lived during the Weimar period.

Born in Leipzig to divorced bohemian parents (a cabaret artist and a violinist), she was raised mainly by her grandmother in Dresden. By the time she was 16, she had moved to Berlin and made her debut as a cabaret dancer. By 1918 she was working in film, and she began dancing nude in 1919. She was scandalous, androgynous and infamous, quickly making a name for herself on the Berlin scene. She wore heavy dancer’s make-up, which on the black and white photos and films of the time came across as jet black lipstick painted across the heart-shaped part of her skinny lips, and charcoaled eyes.

Her hair was cut fashionably into a short bob and was frequently bright red, as in 1925 when the German painter Otto Dix painted a portrait of her, titled "The Dancer Anita Berber". Her dancer friend and sometime lover Sebastian Droste, who performed in the film Algol (1920), was skinny and had black hair with gelled up curls much like sideburns. Neither of them wore much more than lowslung loincloths and Anita occasionally a corsage worn well below her small breasts.[1]

Her performances broke boundaries with their androgyny and total nudity, but it was her public appearances that really challenged taboos. Berber's overt cocaine use and bisexuality were matters of public chatter. She was allegedly the sexual slave of a woman and the woman's 15-year-old daughter. She could often be seen in Berlin's hotel lobbies, nightclubs and casinos; she would walk around naked except for a sable fur, carrying a pet monkey and a silver brooch full of cocaine, while flaunting her lesbian lovers—removing the barrier between performance and normal life. Besides being a cocaine addict, she was an alcoholic, but at the age of 29, gave up both suddenly and completely. According to Mel Gordon in The Seven Addictions and Five Professions of Anita Berber, she was diagnosed with severe tuberculosis while performing abroad. She died on November 10, 1928 in a Kreuzberg hospital and was buried at St. Thomas cemetery in Neuk├Âlln. According to Lucinda Jarrett she was married three times (secondly to Droste) and died after a collapse in Damascus.


It's raining. Eternal rain.

Monday, 23 November 2009

Poignant moment in a brilliant Stanley Kubrick film, sick thing is I predict this ending is inevitable in the world we live in today.

heh heh heh

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Words cannot explain how much I want to go to this event. Sold out means NOTHING. It's my mission. I will complete successfully.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

It's is the French Film Festival at the Glasgow film theatre, sounds completely pretentious but whatever, I fucking love foreign films. They are always a bit different, as you might say. The last two I have seen have involved some form of incest ahaha.

Mother actually purchased me the strangest film for Christmas called "Lovesick", It's a Bulgarian film about a girl who has gone to college, then ends up getting it on with this other girl who is actually having an incestuous relationship with her brother! Thanks mum, you're great. No really, thanks, I enjoyed it thoroughly.



Then last one I watched with Craig, heh, he had no idea what was coming for him. Was a French film called "Ma Mere", it involved this young guy moving in with his mother because his father was recently deceased. His mother is some Madame who enjoys watching her son get it on with her prostitutes haha, my descriptive methods are perfect.. sure. Basically at the end the mother dies and he goes in to view the body, then starts masturbating, haaaaa. Craig was pretty much scarred for life, see French film festival! Can't wait. I plan to watch a film called "The Mother & The Whore", sounds sexy.



To be honest, I think world cinema involves subjects that are unacceptable in mainstream, conformist theatre, that's why I am partial.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

http://open.spotify.com/user/stuartova/playlist/7v4tPimIUdysZn0NTWi0pH

This is a playlist which I made, it is GOOD SHIT. Unfortunately since I don't know how to link it you'll have to COPY and paste, If you have Spotify I suggest you do listen...

Earlier I browsed through a multitude of Last.Fm profiles and subconciously (or perhaps consciously) judged people by their taste in music. Does that make me a bitch? Possibly.

Sunday, 15 November 2009

Everything is making me laugh so much today! Thank fuck someone taught me how to print screen mahn.

An extremely amusing description of a book.

Don't know how to make it bigger okay, so just click it ha.



I need to continue copying this whole rant haha! Love it.



YOU HAD YOUR SHITTY SON! HAH.
I am Definitely going to these clubs when I go to Berlin for New year! Sexaay.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KitKatClub

http://www.insomnia-berlin.de/popup_english.html

Hahahahaha! I am actually properly laughing right now, love the Germans.

I am rather bored, I found this website that had a three hour radio station episode to listen to, yeah OK it has got Kathleen Hanna on it. Then Rebel Girl came on, yesss. So I typed it into Youtube and what appears?

"Rebel girl Pink on music and marriage..."

REBEL. She's about as rebellious as Ke$ha.

Seriously though, I actually love Bikini Kill. LOVE.

Friday, 13 November 2009



Vile creatures.
SUCK MY LEFT ONE.
Scrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrap.

Thursday, 12 November 2009



Oh and we watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas again, brilliant film. I massively want to do that road trip! In a fucking caravan though! Like a gypsy or a hippie van, egh. I can't drive though, someone else will have to drive.. then I'll take over when the roads are clear! Haha. Not kidding. One day.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009



My flat is a fucking mess. The kitchen is a bit like that in Withnail and I, NOT cleaning today. Fuck that. Hungover to death.

Saturday, 7 November 2009



PERFECT!

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

I just read this in my psychology book, it amused me.

This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


Phillip Larkin (1922 – 1985)

Monday, 2 November 2009


Stalking The Specials...

Seeing as I was born in the wrong decade I have to go see gigs on that are reunions such as the Slits, Stooges, Fleetwood Mac and the Specials.

But honestly, seeing the Specials in Liverpool was just incredible. I saw them at T In The Park but it's always better in a venue specifically for the fans of the group.

It was wild, we met the band 'cause they were staying at our hotel. Ended up getting rather drunk with the bassist Roddy. Mad times.

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Oh jesus the boiler in my flat exploded the other day, it was very crazy indeed. I just twisted some knob slightly to increase the pressure 'cause there's a leak. Then it burst. I freaked out like some bastard girl and screamed down the phone to my stepsister absolute nonsense. It flooded Craigs room a bit, well a lot. I managed to twist the bastard back on eventually but the damage was done. It's probably a good thing Craig is away at sea right now so the room can dry out. However, I guess if he was here it would never have happened haaa.

My friend is doing a plastic surgery nursing placement at the moment, I'm rather envious. Watching people's faces getting cut up just entirely appeals to me, haaa, I kid. No I am not kidding, I am jealous. However she said she was still hungover from the other night, so she felt like regurgitating her internal organs all over the surgeons during the process. Future of the NHS baby!