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January 3, 2011

OH HAI 2011

Alone at last, Hobart and I are trying to maintain a positive relationship after her behaviour the last week. My internet searching reveals that:

1. Hobart is very territorial of her house and of me

2. Her tail when it starts to twitch – she really means no

Which is all very depressing because it is quite upsetting when other people come round and she turns psycho on them. I am not ready to have her put down just yet of course.

I dont have any New Year resolutions – except maybe answer the phone even less (GASP!! I can hear from you all already!) and my mantra used to be GET ON THE INTERNET and now more likely it is GET OFF the internet.

Also relevant to kind of NY resolution vibes, but no real kind of resolution, you all know how much I love cooking. You all tell me all the time I am good at it. I dream of having some kind of place of my own sometimes – a cross between Tartes Kluger in Paris, Pain de Sucre in Paris and The Golden Pudel in Hamburg. But then when the computers at work break down over the Christmas break and I have to go in for the second time to fix them I am not sure I want to be running my own business on my own. That kind of stuff is just not appealing. I was going through my old iMac backup drive the other day and saw spreadsheet after spreadsheet after handout after application saved from the days of Lektrolab – as well as some pretty embarrassing old pictures too on FB if you are interested. I dont want to do that. I like mixing the big bowl of cake mix. I dont want to have to fill in a council application form for some health inspector. I cant just “set up shop” like the amazing M Goldstein and wee in a pot when it comes to a place for food. Anyway so the idea is still there, but still needs some ruminating.

Ideas anyone?

May 31, 2010


I’m a horder. In the last two weekends, I have put out into the trash no less than 5 large garbage bags full of crap that has been stuffing up my house.  The majority of it is non-recyclable clothing – pyjamas I had worn to the last unth because flannelette after 100 washes is so soft, shit I had made to wear out to raves in the Rephresh / Rephlex days at Heaven [1996!], odd gloves, vintage things I had bought as rags in the first place and now after getting worn and pinned together for long enough and not able to be turned into a patchwork quilt. Pepper that lot with jars of spice I think I was born with, bags with no handles and the most useful of all – presents from the ex husbands parents.

What is also so disturbing is the large cardboard box of stuff that I just can’t bring myself to part with just yet because it is either a] recyclable or b] historic value or c] or personal priceless value. I ask you though – how many Silas cyclepath jackets are normal? How many Helmut Lang vests did one girl ever need? Can we add to that X-girl & Milk Fed t-shirts, hand made a-line skirts… Clothes I had bought from TOPSHOP or H&M before I stopped… Actually it is too embarrassing to go on. BECAUSE WHAT IS LEFT IS STILL AN ABSOLUTE MOUNTAIN OF CLOTHES CRAMMED ONTO MY SIX FOOT RAIL AND FOUR SIX FOOT SHELVES.

I cannot be described in any way as a minimalist. And there I was going on about how happy I was after visiting my favourite second hand clothes shop and buying more. No wonder I don’t have a boyfriend, there isn’t physically any room for one in this house with all the china, vintage clothes, baking tins and African barbershop signs.

And of course there is the question of Hobart. At 2.20am last night this is how a certain little someone could be found IN my bed, ON HER SIDE of my bed. Today, she has been loving all the activity. A little annoyed that her secret hiding space behind the laundry basket was pulled out,  Hobart has had a great time disembowelling skirts that she liked the smell of [my boss has given me the greatest English Eccentrics skirt from under her bed!] and then grabbing the dustiest things she obviously though had greater value than I did and ferreting them off in the deepest corners under my bed. So helpful!

I am dreading cracking open the cupboard in the hallway. That is where the deepest sins lie. Plastic bowl caked full of plaster anyone? So before that, I am going to watch my buddy Jess Dickenson’s movie “Where the Dust Settles” I will report back later.

May 8, 2010


A stupid cat and an explanation.

March 14, 2010


March 12, 2010


Irving Miller/Bernard Simpson Illustration, originally uploaded by sandiv999.

Hobart and I are in our PJ’s minding our own business. We have made friends after the “Free leather jackets for all cats on a Wednesday” Facebook incident when she really got irked.

Tomorrow I am going to a Cake Decorating, Chocolate work and Sugar Craft fair with the Cardinal. Not really something that either of us want to advertise as it is hardly “low hand clicks” [TM Pippa Brooks when describing Card's look] or Executive Realness etc. I get the vague feelig Cards isn’t as excited about it as she once was. But I am keen to find out if there is a supplier for gold chocolate transfers in the UK that will do personalised designs for when I open my own business. LOL.

Last night I had a dream about the Mushroom having sex with this girl that in real life we both thought was totally crazy but at one point he was talking about “something something” because she kept inviting him everywhere. In my dream, he had been to Iceland and she had fobbed off her 70 year old boyfriend to have sex with Mushroom. It was deep deep snow outside. Then Mushroom was telling me all about it. And I was hurt, but kept laughing my ass off that he was with yet another crazy bitch.

When will these dreams cease? They have no baring on reality at all.

Here is some advance warning to you all blog readers. There will be some changes happening around here over the coming days/weeks. I will be moving to Wordpress after all this bullshit blogger FTP crap thing combined with the successful publishing of other blog like my food blog. Look over on the left column and click on the Cinzano glass. So maybe I am going fuck something up majorly, but only by accident. I might go offline for a bit. But I will be back.

Thank you to all the people who read this blog and have told me how much they enjoy it. I am quite surprised that anybody reads it and whenever I learn that someone does, I genuinely get a bit squirmy about all the secrets that person must know. But then within minutes I learn every secret of their lives – I have instant best friends all over the place.

xx Lektrogirl

July 29, 2009


July 14, 2009


A nice cat, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

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