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August 2, 2010

BAD START TO THE WEEK

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I walked into the chemist this afternoon and the pharmacist asked me “How are you?” and I just wobbled into tears. All about things making me happy and sad. Happy because Club Philos is on this weekend, someone is driving home early to see me, because at least my Internet is kind of fixed [even if Firefox refuses to work and I still need a different router]. Sad because one thing in my life just goes on for infinity and the doctors and psychiatrists who are supposed to take care don’t call, or when they do have some feeble excuse, the expensive industrial sized shredder at work was jammed and no-one would outright confess [tragic I know but who is the fuck face who has to then try and explain why the shredder has only be used for reasonable office use has gouges in it from scissors being jammed in the teeth to a moron on the phone who won't want to help - but then as a total jobs worth I totally lost it and found out who did it and made them do all the painful calling the long line of unhelpful people], tried to catch up with my work but just couldn’t.

Now my bra is digging in and my house is a mess, but at least I have some flowers on my shelf. The florist was laughing at me when I said “What else have you got that looks like weeds?”

OH I JUST REMEMBERED I GOT A PRESENT FOR SOMEONE AND I GET TO GIVE IT TO THEM TONIGHT!! INSTANT THRILL!!

And I got a lovely note from F.K. who wished me a balloon around the world and even the dark side of the moon. What a sweet thing to say.

So – I am in Paris for the bank holiday weekend this month. 27th – 29th or something like that?! Who is there and what is there to do. I still want to go to the Museum for Skin Diseases. So any suggestions other than that.

In news from cat land, Hobart is in seventh heaven. She has found a white rubber band left over from the BT Maintenance man’s visit today. While he was here on the phone wearing his horrid cheap belt and uniform I sat on the sofa in my nightshirt imagining how awful it would be to have sex with him. Feel his horrid skin grating against my skin, his nasty hands grappling with mine all while he cavorted with me while he was on hold to the call centre that he had to use to check how many megs I could take. His English wasn’t very good and he was probably someone’s father, if not grandfather. What is it with me and revolting old men? Charles Bukowski has a lot to answer for on this impressionable young mind.

Erghh… back from that warped imagination k-hole.

Here’s to tomorrow which has just gotta be better.

April 15, 2010

VIDEO UPDATE

So banging on about Kings of Pastry again but can’t resist because now I have found out that the duo that made this movie  – D A Pennebaker and Chris Hegedus – also shot another one of my favourite documentaries from my teenage years – 101 Depeche Mode. In the Depeche Mode documentary fans are picked out from a club to tour along in their own bus and follow Depeche Mode around the States. There is parts of DM live [obvs - and yes I used to wear white Levis, Doc Martins and Enjoy California t-shirts or with crying Virgin Mary's on them], the band behind the scenes and the fans all fighting, getting drunk or being total annoying fucktards. As you can well imagine.

And btw kingsofpastry.com

Now, it has been a while since I have presented you will a video like the one I am going to post. That’s right folks I am back on the Cyst Videos. This one I don’t think is really magnificent in a gross out way to look at – what I find so interesting is how INTO IT the whole family are around the kitchen table digging into this guy’s back saying stuff like “i’m so happy right now” and “yeah the iPod is better – it has better colour”. Saying that the visuals aren’t that bad – still watch out. I just had my morning coffee and had to take myself to the kittens to stop thinking about it for a minute.

March 14, 2010

THE VEGETARIAN CAT

September 28, 2009

LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERY DAY

I sat next to a girl dinner last night and she has had sex with a women. I
asked her what it is like to eat a girl out. She told me that after getting
over how gross it is, it is much easier than giving a guy a blow job. She
said that basically with a girl, it is like having a giant smooch for a
while. Where is with a guy it can be be really hard work and become really
mechanical and monotonous. Interesting! Can’t say though that I’m gonna try
it out any time soon. The only pussy I wanna get near is Hobart and her cute
little face.

xx Lektrogirl

May 22, 2009

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Not for the squeamish. Can’t stop thinking about it.

May 12, 2009

OUR SEX LIFE

Ta-Dah! I have an announcement to make.

Valeria and I have been working on a new development called:

OUR SEX LIFE

We decided that lameatnames.com was going very well, but to be fair to all the people we had collected, we should be also posting ourselves online. As well as creating instead of just collection. And we are equally obsessed with sex, lust and most of all, losing. So we started a thing in wordpress – it isnt really a blog – that is like a skeleton we will fill with blood, sperm and broken hearts to flesh it out. Sadly, we haven’t wuite resolved how we will deal with some of the more recent posts are actually historical – you might be looking for updates but we have been scanning in stuff that gets archives in 2005… actually I don’t know why I said that “to be fair” business. Like who cares? They didn’t.

Anyway, some things about osl.lameatnames.com [osl is said like asshole btw]

DEFINITELY not safe for work [Air Commodore is leaving his job anyway]
DEFINITELY gonna have gross private stuff on there about V & I that you might be too grossed out to inspect [Feel a bit weird about The Cardinal looking - she's such a lady]

So I think I have been clear enough. Something is just nice and nothing too.

Et voila osl.lameatnames.com

xx Lektrogirl

January 11, 2009

SEE WHY I HATE PRIMARK

I made a crack last night to The Cardinal that I was aiming for Vintage Vogue but achieving something more like Help The Aged. I know I have A LOT of clothes but as smug as I am about my new Le Creuset casserole dish, I consciously didn’t buy one thing last year from TOPSHOP and H&M and I bought some stuff from Primark on the Kilburn High Road between 1995 and 1997: a pair of grey tracksuit pants that I still use for painting and a navy pair of tracksuit paints that I think my ex husband took. Everything I own is vintage or junk whatever you want to call it for wherever, or from independent boutiques and preferably made within the EU. I will confess to COS. And when it comes to say goodbye to something I send it to my Mum or sister or take it in to the girls at work and see who wants what. Which at the end of the day leaves me with pretty clear conscience – though I still yearn for the red silk jersey ISSA dress I gave away.

I noticed today my friend Jessica had a link to this article on her FB [we used to work at Hamnett together]:

Disposable fashion: for sale, hardly worn, two million tonnes of clothes
As discount fashion stores flourish, second-hand clothes sellers and charities are drowning in cheap, low-quality textiles
Clothing for recycling and reusing arrives in huge piles at LMB in Canning Town , East London
Hannah Fletcher

In his textile recycling factory on the industrial outskirts of East London, Lawrence Barry wades across a floor feet-deep in other people’s discarded clothing. Above him, precarious fabric dunes lean against the walls and reach up to the corrugated iron roof. The air is heavy with mothballs and the sweet, cloying stench of stale sweat.

There was a time, 58-year-old Barry says, when the clothes coming into his warehouse reeked of love, instead. “People used to buy a good-quality suit and that was it. That was their suit,” he says. “The clothes that ended up here were worn to death, treasured, loved.” Now the 100 workers at LMB Textile Recycling spend their days sorting through the detritus of our addiction to throwaway fashion – cheap, synthetic, often unworn, rarely loved. And Barry and his employees have unwittingly found themselves at the cutting edge of British eco-policy.

Textiles have never been a great concern for keen-to-be-seen-to-be-green governments that get more brownie points from an easy tonne of glass or paper. But the textile problem has become too vast to ignore.

In February the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (Defra) will launch a “sustainable clothing roadmap” to try to reduce the environmental impact of our clothes. In preparation, it has commissioned a series of studies in which the true extent of our shopping habit is revealed in stark detail.

In the past five years, with the rise of “value retailers” such as Primark, H&M and TK Maxx, and supermarket fashion ranges, the price of clothing in the UK has plummeted by up to 25 per cent. At the same time, the amount of clothes we buy has increased by almost 40 per cent to more than two million tonnes a year.

Instead of two annual seasons for clothes – winter and summer – we are now offered, and can afford, new apparel every few weeks. We buy fresh holiday wardrobes, which we wear for a fortnight. Our style icons are celebrities who are never seen in the same outfit twice. And as our high street stores reel from the credit crunch, still we are cashing in – packing out the shops, desperate for discounted clothes.

As a result, textiles have become the fastest-growing waste product in the UK. About 74 per cent of those two million tonnes of clothes we buy each year end up in landfills, rotting slowly (or not at all) in a mass of polyester, viscose and acrylic blends.

On a recent fact-finding trip to a waste-disposal site in Croydon, South London, MPs from the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs Committee learnt that the proportion of textile waste to other rubbish at council tips across the country has risen from 7 per cent to 30 per cent in five years.

Staff at the tip call the problem “the Primark effect”. Less than ten miles away, in Central London, the budget retailer’s 70,000sqft flagship store flogs piles of ever cheaper, ever more disposable clothes. Even in a year ending with the most severe economic downturn in recent history, Primark recorded a 21 per cent sales increase in 2007/08.

Meanwhile, the poor quality of our cheap fashion fixes has caused the bottom to drop out of the recycled textile industry. The value of recycled material has fallen by 71 per cent over the past 15 years. Factor in collection and sorting costs, and many rag dealers and charities, forced to find outlets for donations that are too shabby to sell in their shops, find themselves paying out to recycle.

Furthermore, far less second-hand clothing is recyclable in the first place – a mere 3.5 per cent of that looming two million tonnes, or just under a third of the paltry 13 per cent of waste textiles that are recovered through charities, textile banks and rag dealers each year. (The remaining 13 per cent – clothing neither recovered nor sent to landfill – is incinerated.)

Lawrence Barry is no eco-warrior. He came into the business to make money. But back then, the trade was built on recycling. “When I started I was recycling 90 per cent of the clothes that came through,” he says. “Today it’s down to 30 per cent.”

He speaks wistfully of the hard-wearing, workaday fabrics of yesteryear – linsey-woolsey and gabardine. They may have been coarse and drab but they were natural products and enjoyed second lives as industrial wiping cloths, insulation and stuffing.

Today, about two thirds of the fibres, yarns and fabrics coming into the UK are synthetic. They are blended into every conceivable combination – sometimes rendering them dangerously flammable in the process – and are nearly impossible to pick apart after use. Barry’s recycling figure of 30 per cent is the norm across the second-hand clothing industry.

Most of the remaining 70 per cent is sent abroad, to Africa and Eastern Europe, where a booming industry has grown up around our unwanted exports. Critics have long condemned the practice for distorting fragile markets in developing countries. The donating public, too, has sometimes found it difficult to reconcile the friendly image of charity shops with the necessarily hard-nosed businesses behind them.

But the problem is of our own making. We are offloading more and more clothing to charities and textile banks, but more and more of it is unsellable in the UK. A negligible 1.7 per cent of our annual clothing purchases will end up being sold second-hand in Britain, and on average charity shop sales account for just 10 per cent of a charity’s income.

“The rise of discount clothing and a culture of discarding have led to a clear reduction in the quality of many donated textiles,” says David Moir of the Association of Charity Shops. “This has put some pressure on donated stock for sale.”

“We have noticed more and more cheap clothes coming in but we can’t sell them in the shops,” agrees Rob McNeill, a spokesman for Oxfam. “Who would buy a second-hand Primark T-shirt for a quid when there’s a Primark down the road selling them new and probably cheaper? We can’t compete.”

If you read the article this far, and what to read the rest, go here.

Anyway I have a little hang over to get over, which I will do by watching a few episodes of Criminal Minds. Then I will post some pics from last night and of my cooking adventures.

xx Lektrogirl

August 10, 2008

RANK ALERT

WARNING

I said I wouldn’t post another one of these every again but I couldn’t resist. The other night after watching a plethora of cyst videos on YouTube and having Facebook chats with a nice friend, I then when to bed and called my friend for further conversation where he was continuing to watch these videos and describing everything that was happening in them – I was watching these videos by proxy! Oh what a happy heart. Anyway this one sounded SO GOOD that I had to get the link and sure enough it was in my inbox this morning for me to enjoy [I had garlic stuff olives and cherry tomatoes for breakfast with a cup of English Breakfast tea.]

Anyway if you don’t have the stomach to be checking out the video above, I will explain briefly that it is someone with a tooth abscess squeezing the bloody puss into her own mouth. It is fucking RANK.

In other news, my big Saturday night was Mr Chips and I making Facebook videos for a number of friends. Apologies to those who received rather weird videos [Mrs Kipling and Cazza for example]

Night night beautiful people. I want to go and have sweet dreams.

xx Lektrogirl

July 29, 2008

THE EFFECTS OF SUN


My view, originally uploaded by cjacobs53.

July 11, 2008

NOT SO HOT

sore throat, my period, weird itchy thing on my leg and rain.

what is a mangy girl to do?

xx Lektrogirl

June 25, 2008

FOOD GERMS

If you want to check out how your local favourite restaurant fairs in it’s latest kitchen inspection here in London, you can visit the Food Agency Standard service and find out.

Sadly, being British, the reports are by no means as brutal as the New York counterpart which you can check out here. This site even lists when there has been mice, flies or broken light bulbs.

xx Lektrogirl

June 12, 2008

VOMIT

I have just discovered the most hideous video online of all time. I don’t know how I end up there on the internet. I don’t even know what this one is. Please don’t watch it. I had a delicious cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit this morning and now I just want to lose the lot…

DO NOT WATCH THIS UNLESS YOU ARE CRAZY. Seriously. This is worse than the cyst movie.

xx Lektrogirl

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