mirrorballs.
everyone here in uk seems to think about uk.
i mean, they have their own driving-right cars instead of driving-left cars, their miles instead of km, their 9342892438943298238 several beers instead of a limited number of them and their carnival instead of...... our carnival.
well, i went to the notting hill carnival on sunday and i made a bunch of photos by myself [egocentric!] and just a video about crowd: when i'll be able to upload em on the net, you will probably see the pics on this blog.
however, it was not so funny: a lot of people, too black-yo-ya-yo-hip-hop-ula-op guys who wanna steal your wallet and too caribbean music, it seemed to be sebastian crab from that famous disney classic cartoon.
today i'm off and i'm waiting for a friend of mine who is going to visit london with me for a couple of days.
music: she's the heroin of english-masses, she's the prettiest smile ever watched, she's the nicest voice ever heard, she gets a pair of nice tiny boobs never touched.
she's lily allen.
the automatic - monster
she wants revenge - tear you apart
thanks to kerz who let me upload this great tracks.
cheers.
a BBQ burger, please.
my second day at "walkabout", tired but satisfied.
it's a big inn quite near to covent garden and it's full of aussie flags, woody intern decoration and a lot of drinks.
i've to say a big thanks to my home-mate alisha: she just beared for all the day.
some new staff from sigur ros, currently one of my favourite band:
sigur ros - gong
"cansei de ser sexy"["bored to be sexy" in portoguese] is a brazilian group who owns a great 80s taste, hope to listen to their album as soon as possible [the new "chicks on speed"? we'll see].
cansei de ser sexy - let's make love and listen to death from above
since i'm in london, i've just seen several times a lot of stickers and posters concerning new "the knife"s single [we share our mother's health]: i love these guys and i'm really happy they are so successful in all the world. buy their last and huge album called "silent shout", it's a masterpiece.
the knife - we share our mother's health [ratatat remix]
no more homeless.
new home, new room and new friends: two guys, one from australia and one from poland and two girls, one from australia too and one from u.s.a. : a kinda meltin pot.
tomorrow i'll probably make some photos for this blog. it need more pics on it.
indeed enjoy this huge tune, probably one of my favourite track of this summer.
p.s. death from above 1979 are broken up =(
ok computer is the best album of my life.
i wonder if you know what i'm doing:
WHITE COFFEE FOR SURE!
yes, now it tastes quite similar to a milk & coffee mix so i'm really happy, gh. so well, today i feel shining while weather is really a shame: i mean, it looks like being in a burial cerimony.
so, i'm in hoxton square in a stylish bar taking my cup of white-coffee and writing about my day.
well, in front of me, on a black leather sofa, there's a man [probably gay] who looks like domenico dolce [yes, he's gay]. he's chatting on the mob-phone, he's quite angry: maybe his fiancee is going to be no-more his "boyfriend". by the way, it's not a trouble for me. yesterday i was thinking about difficulties to talk by mob-phone.
i mean, it was really hard to find a home by talking with people thanks to mob-phones. so, due to my particular inclination to be a kinda alienist, i'll describe you several categories concerning the englishman-prototype on the mob-phone or in different places:
my holder:
m= me/michele/michi/magnificent
h = holder
m "hi there, i read an announce on gumtree.com about your room.."
h "OH YEAH, COOL! WELL, THE PRICE IS ABOUT 76 PER WEEK, bills and broadband includeed. then you must gimme a deposit and at least two weeks of notice and it's quite important for you that............................ ............................ ......................................OK?"
m "hi there, i read an announce on gumtree.com about your room.."
at the resturant:
m= me/michele/michi/magnificent
w = waitress
m "a white-coffee with three cookies, please"
w "&%%(/$(/ pounds and °ç°§*éè pence please sir"
m " ...sorry about, could you repeat please?"
w "&%%(/$(/ pounds and °ç°§*éè pence, sir"
m "could you speak up please?"
w "&%%(/$(/ pounds and °ç°§*éè_ pence please sir"
m "ops, i've lost my wallet!"
the club:
m= me/michele/michi/magnificent
w = waiterman
m " one martini"
w "bianco o rosso?"
m " **astonished** er...bianco"
w "ghiaccio?"
m "**astonishedx2** uhm..yes, ghiaccio....ma sei italiano?"
w "what?"
and that's all i think, folks.
my experiences could be funny but please, remember: don't try this at home.
what a fuck, i'm joking. ok, now domenico dolce looks like being so so so so angry and my white-coffee is quite cold so...
cya tomorrow.
cheers.
white-coffee?white-coffe.white-coffee?white-coffe.white-coffee?white-coffe.white-coffee?white-coffe.
well, i'm finally in london.
what could i say? trip was quite upsetting due to a babe who cried for all trip long.
incredible headache: i was thinking about enduring a terroristic attack on the plane or a possible crash in the sea but believe me when i say there's nothing worse than an english weeping kid.
then, days go by finding a job.
it's really not simple cos we're in august, everyone is on holiday and for sure, staff of every resturant, lounge-cafè, pizzeria and so on is totally reduced in few units.
i was looking for a job like dish-washer or waiter or..i don't know, anything will be ok for me.
about home, yes i've found a nice room near old street, the coolest part of london full of clubs and fun but i need to pay the owner of it cos the day before yesterday, a stupid cash-machine stole my interantional card and so now i'm like a poodle.
by the way, my new home is cool: a great living room with a cool garden, 8mb wireless broadband and five tiny and funny home-mates. currently i don't remember their names cos i'v just known em yesterday so i've to take my time and know em in a better way.
what else? oh yeah: when you'll be in london, try to ask for a "white coffee" in several cafè : you'll probably drink something like milk&coffee in a cafè, cappuccino in another one, espresso in another one, milk with corn-flakes in another one...i mean, c'mon guys, you've to enlight your mind: WHITE COFFEE = COFFEE + MILK. is it so difficult?bha.
however i'm going on with this "white coffee" cos, as you can see, it tastes everytime in a different way so it represents my "everyday meal".
about london: well, i've visited it not so much due to different problems but i've just walked around soho which is maybe the most central part of london: it's full of nice guys, people who come back home from work and a "sexual" block with gays and "sluts"...eheheh it's folkloristic =)
i feel a new london, totally distinct from the one i known two years ago: london was the perfect word to describe the meaning of "underground"; the typical prototype for a "crowded suburbian" city, full of brands and light in several colors and with a huge meltin pot of cultures.
now london is so different: if i can use a word to describe it, it will be probably "new-dadaistic".
it's an accumulation of "several ways to do something" with a lot of people who love to live different life-style without using typical tags for, example, a punker, rocker, slut, pimp and so on.
london is mirror about how a society could be: a bit of pencil, a bit of pen. a bit of cardboard, a bit of stickers. a bit of posters, a bit of crayon.
i mean, london had/has got/will have its questions to solve for the eternity but this "new city" should be an example for all the world, in particular for the italian way of life which is the worst one in all the europe.
i'd like to go to national gallery today, i hope.
i'd like to watch some handlworks made by impressionistic artists and national gallery is one of the most provided in this field.
**listening to a jazz-group, not my favourite cup of tea**
well, my white-coffee is going to be cold so....cheers and i hope to update some freshy tune as soon as possible.
