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BIRTHDAY PARTY REMINDER [Dec. 6th, 2008|03:43 pm]
rubberwench
[Where I'm lurking |the green room]
[Current Music |manufactura]

*bounce* I'm all excited bout my party later but really nervous too. All I really want for my birthday is to have a kick ass party where everyone has the best time.
And for that I need YOU!
So come help me celebrate my birthday TONIGHT from 9pm till late.

There will be live industrial music from Kommand and Kontrol, DJs and young ladies taking their clothes off.

The venue is downstairs in the Jester Bar at the Cross Kings pub in Kings Cross where you might have been to some other fun events, and, it turns out, Dead and Buried is now held.

If you've not been to the Cross Kings before it's a really cool and eclectic pub with normal pub prices 5-10 mins walk from Kings Cross station and tube and down the road from the Egg club.

There's a bus stop just across the road and their website www. thecrosskings. co. uk is great on directions.

It used to be called Backpackers and is opposite the Kings X goods yard where the Church is/was.

And there's always the option of going to Slime afterwards if we're still standing at that point!
I'm sad to say I'll need to ask people to pay a little something on the door, £3, to help pay for the venue and so I can give something to the burlesque babes who are volunteering their clothes-removing services. I would dearly love to be able to pay for all, and free cocktails too but will have to wait until I make my fortune first.

Hope you can come,
Sarahx
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party and evil dog killers [Nov. 27th, 2008|11:25 pm]
rubberwench
so things are progressing nicely with my party, thanks to the much-appreciated help of my friends. i'm really looking forward to it now, rather than just being terrified, tho i'm sure i'll be terrified enough in the days before.
it is just as well as work continues to depress the fuck out of me. today instead of going to my boss's leaving lunch, which has been painstakingly organised over about four weeks, so we could all go, i got sent to magistrates court to cover the case of these two people who had four dogs and just couldn't be asked to feed them. one of them, a bitch somewhat appropriately named trouble died of starvation, while another, called mace, had an ear infection which was first noticed in 2002 and was never taken to the vets. they were part of east london's growing illegal staffy breeding programme but not a very successful since you can't sell a dead animal.
it might have finished before lunch if the scummy bastards hadn't bowled in an hour late for no good reason. then the woman had the audacity to have a go at me for putting her name in the paper cos it would give her a bad name. fucking dog torturing shits.
on the funny side, this week our paper was published with several pages from a completely different paper in buckinghamshire or somewhere, a page of ads where there should've been editorial and random spaces in the middle of pages. All this a direct consequence of the paper firing all the sub-editors.
and what am i doing tomorrow? going on a video course. cos obviously that's the most crucial thing we need to be learning atm.
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Just over a week to go! [Nov. 27th, 2008|10:33 pm]
rubberwench
[Where I'm lurking |the greenroom]
[Current Music |radio 4]

I'm getting all excited, especially about the burlesque babes ;)

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Happy thoughts - isn't swimming amazing? [Nov. 25th, 2008|09:18 pm]
rubberwench
[Feeling... |relaxedrelaxed]

After my angry outburst this morning I realised I should hardly have been surprised by the news but when your company has made so many people redundant to save money and given you their jobs to do as well, by rights you should be getting more money not less. Anyway, it was more the way I found out that made me mad. Our top boss had emailed our middle boss who'd emailed our other middle boss who'd emailed my immediate boss who'd sat on the email so we wouldn't get all de-motivated before deadline so it all came as a nasty surprise when my colleague was complaining about it on the train this morning.
Do other companies behave like this? It's not so much the rudeness that astounds me but the sheer waste of people-time. Given the company has decided to do away with people we desperately need to actually get the physical paper to the physical printers to go through so many different stages in cyberspace just to deliver a simple piece of information from someone who works two minutes' down the hall is just jaw dropping. I replied to my boss's boss's boss's boss by email directly to ask for further information. I wonder if this will get me in trouble for breaking protocol or something.
On the plus side – HAPPY THOUGHTS – isn't swimming amazing? I am just home after dragging myself there after work and now feel all light and fluffy and stressless. Mmmm, now it's time for tea.
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Fuck bollocks wank [Nov. 25th, 2008|09:10 am]
rubberwench
[Where I'm lurking |the newsroom]
[Feeling... |angryangry]

My evil corporate masters have announced, well sneakily send round an email actually, that we're not going to get our usual measley annual pay rise until 2010. 20fucking10!!! This is after making nearly half of our workforce redundant and so we're already doing two jobs for the price of one. We only got 3 per cent last year. So that was a pay cut already. I am seething.
Why oh why do we have such a completely useless union. Can you imagine public sector workers putting up with this shit?
And yes I realise I should just be grateful I still have a job at all. And I know I'm much better off than a whole load of other people in the world. But I'm still angry.
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Happy birthday Sproutymouse :) [Nov. 19th, 2008|12:13 am]
rubberwench
I hope you meet the White Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat and avoid the Queen of Hearts. Have a lovely day :)
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Ahhrrrr, shiver me timbers! [Nov. 18th, 2008|09:05 am]
rubberwench
Is it wrong to be rooting for the Somalian pirates?
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Rich Kid, Poor Kid [Nov. 14th, 2008|12:14 am]
rubberwench
[Feeling... |contemplativecontemplative]

Did anyone see Rich Kid Poor Kid on Channel 4 tonight? I thought it was one of the best documentaries I've seen in a while, really simple, really striking, saying a whole lot about our society and all through the words of the subjects. It was all based on the way in London really really expensive houses are often right next to council estates, and how kids grow up in these two entirely different worlds.
I always used to wonder about that whenever I went to visit Debz, those mentalist mansions right next to the estates. Although some were offices and many were split up for flats some were proper homes. One of the most telling aspects of the doc was how rich girl Alice had been brought up never to turn left out of her house because that way lay the estate, danger and dodgy people, according to her family. But once she went there it didn't take her long to change her perceptions.
Now it's just occured to me to wonder if that was part of the reason my Mum never let me out when I was a kid, unless it was to tea at a carefully sanctioned household, was it a snobbishness and a sort of fear? After all, before we'd ended up in a one-bedroom flat with rising damp in a council estate it was all leather sofas and designer labels. I always just assumed she was very protective and clingy because of whatever had happened with her and my Dad but maybe not. I certainly remember her having a go at me if I tried to talk to or make friends with anyone on the estate, especially not the youths that used to hang around in the stairwell. Maybe they were all heroin users and I had no clue. At any rate until I started going out when I was 16 I did lead a very isolated life. Perhaps it's no wonder I'm not very good at relationships.
We got out when I was eight to a whole brand new council house, but that was only cos Mum pulled many and varied medical strings and used my asthma - which was genuinly bad cos of the metal window frames and the damp all over the walls. The other day I went to a similar one-bed flat in Greenleaf Road Walthamstow, for a story, where a couple and their two young kids were living. Both kids had bad asthma and the old metal 60s windows were probably to blame. Going back to that and seeing how they lived and hearing the kids wheezing really depressed me, 25 years later and those shit frames are still there.
The documentary did confirm my worst suspicions tho, of the way Alice seemed to have been taught that private school kids were superior to state school kids and that rich people deserved their privilege because they weren't lazy benefit scroungers like poor people are.
I say taught because once she meets poor kid Natalie and mixes with some other kids in a drama group she quickly becomes embarassed by her previous announcements.
And I say suspicions because that's how the private school kids at university came across to me, when I first came across them and before we'd all mixed and became more like each other. Obviously there's prejudice on both sides and not all private schools are Eton but when you consider that a majority of our companies and institutions are run by people who've been to private school, and they are notoriously difficult to get into a lot of the time (just look at the BBC) it's quite scary if Alice's attitude is in any way representative of what happens to your kid if you pay for their education.
So I wonder, those of you who have been through that, are you taught to feel superior? Or are we just taught to have low expectations? Baroness Scotland, who's from Walthamstow, and is now Attorney General was told by her state school careers advisor she should focus on a job in a supermarket when she said she wanted to be a lawyer. Things have moved on, but I'm not sure how much.
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Birthday invite :) [Nov. 12th, 2008|10:16 pm]
rubberwench
Lawks it's that time of year again!
I would be honoured if you would join me to help celebrate my birthday on Saturday December 6th from 9pm till late.
There will be live industrial music from Kommand and Kontrol, DJs and young ladies taking their clothes off.
The venue is downstairs in the Jester Bar at the Cross Kings pub in Kings Cross where you might have been to some other fun events, and, it turns out, Dead and Buried is now held.
If you've not been to the Cross Kings before it's a really cool and eclectic pub with normal pub prices 5-10 mins walk from Kings Cross station and tube and down the road from the Egg club. There's a bus stop just across the road and their website www.thecrosskings.co.uk is great on directions.
It used to be called Backpackers and is opposite the Kings X goods yard where the Church is/was.
And there's always the option of going to Slime afterwards if you can handle the excitement!
I'm sad to say I'll need to ask people to pay a little something on the door, £3 at most, to help pay for the venue and so I can give something to the burlesque babes who are volunteering their clothes-removing services. I would dearly love to be able to pay for all, and free cocktails too but will have to wait until I make my fortune first.
I'm also negotiating some drinks promos so if anyone has any suggestions as to what I should choose let me know.
Thanks, that's it! Hope you can come,
Sarahx
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Can Danny Evans make a splash? [Nov. 10th, 2008|11:03 pm]
rubberwench

Unless someone gets murdered in the next 24hours, there's a good chance that Danny Evans from the X-Factor will be our front page. Do you have any idea how depressed this makes me feel? Especially since the only way we can make this a lead is if we editorialise it – ie implore our readers to get behind the man who credits my driving instructor for getting him into music by buying him a Barry Manliow album ffs. I'm a hard news reporter – get me out of here!

Now technically I've had a good couple of days at work. By good I mean productive. This is only half a good thing. Being at work is like being on a treadmill atm. It's not about finding good stories but about finding stories that can be written now. And all our subs haven't even left yet. Usually I'd be running around like a headless chicken trying to find a decent lead, putting off my other leads until later but there's no time for putting off in the new order, even if I'm prepared to stay until midnight tomorrow.

In the Guardian today Alan Rusbridger (editor) bemoans the desperate state local papers are in atm and suggests we should try and get some of this mythical digital switchover surplus which is apparantly coming the way of the Beeb and Channel 4. Well it would be nice to be a properly funded organisation although that would just mean the shareholders and top bosses would take all the money. Today production was momentarily stopped by the discovery that the server was full up and nobody could save anything new to it. Later I had to go round the office to find someone with a cd drive in their computer so I could save some pics I'd sourced. This kind of thing happens all the time, and just makes me feel weary.

Good job then I had a great weekend. Dave's new night GRAVITY at the very cool Renaissance Gallery in Bethnal Green was wicked, you should all go to the next one, if only to have the pleasure of clubbing in a space with cunts all over the walls.

On Sat, and it;s only just occurred to me there's a connection with the last thought but now I've thought of it it's blatantly obvious, I went to Ally Pally for the best fireworks in London and got all emotional when the big ones went off. I love fireworks, I know they are wasteful and probably bad for the environment and pets hate them but they just appeal to the big kid in me (which to be fair is most of me) - The Pilot was highly amused at how excited I was by sparklers for example – I especially love the fireworks that shoot right up into the sky and explode and look as if they're going to fall all over you (yes I know, I'm milking it now). Green fireworks are the best, obviously.

Meanwhile, and also inpsired by the Grauniad, Charlie Brooker writes that with regard to Barack Obama he feels like he's watching a fantasy, or perhaps he's been in a coma for ten years and is looking at a Hollywoodisation of history with a heavily made-up Will Smith in the title role.

I have to agree, while it was all terrifically exciting at the time, now Barack is President Elect, it's all beginning to feel rather surreal. I read today that he is going to shut down Guantanamo Bay as soon as he takes office. This is an obvious, simple thing to do, which entirely agrees with his policies and but somehow seems unlikely, after so many years of Bush. What other entirely sensible pro-human rights things will he do? I don't think my brain can handle a socially responsible America, it's just too weird.

 

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