WASN'T LIFE SUPPOSED TO BE MORE THAN THIS? IN THIS KISS I'LL CHANGE YOUR BORE FOR MY BLISS.

i went to malmö this weekend with my friend jasmine to see my favourite band in the whole world for 'one last time', as they are splitting up after this tour / summer of festivals. and i tried to document the journey thoroughly. but of course, there was a lot of stuff i forgot to / couldn't take pictures of..

ps. there's over 70 photos in this post, so BEWARE. i'm sorry but i don't know how to do a cut on fucking blogspot.

time to wake the fuck up.






jasmine found her top from our old matching outfits from.. 2003 i think. they had matching homemade tutus.


at heathrow.


























malmö centralstation












we went to our hostel & managed to check in way before actual check-in (like, 11am or something ridiculous like that, when real check-in is at like 4pm..) so we got dressed, and did our make up ready to go and queue






the first layer of the glitter explosion of my face..








some random shop in malmö we liked due to the derby in the window!


inside said shop..


there were quite a few people already waiting at the venue, we got number 23 & 24.


some second hand shop round the corner from KB had appropriate window dressing..


we went and had some coffee & cake later in the afternoon. here's my first ever macaroon


my semla. i'd never had the swedish version with almondpaste. back home we call these laskiais pulla and we have jam inside along with the whipped cream


hallor fikar.


jasmine fikar.


reference photo of cornelia looking terrified (i'm gonna draw her as one of those big lumps of meat on a rotating stick in kebab shops)




we went to the falafel shop next door for dinner! i had a falafel wrap with deepfried feta cheese, which i don't think really agreed with me..








half an hour or so to go til doors!









a few teasers from the gig. i'll post the rest in a separate blog post later i think, there's QUITE A FEW. (though less that i would have normally taken, i decided to concentrate on the gig itself and dancing and screaming and all that.)




dancing after the gig, after me & jas had been upstairs to say hello & goodbye to the boys & i gave ola a big ass pile of my zines, since he once upon a time told me he loved my writing or something... i was too worn out to join the others on the dancefloor, seriously knackered to the max. i'm too old for this shit.. also, the dj was mostly just plain atrocious.






we went to brogatan afterwards, which jens recommended for a nice quiet sit down drink, though it was PACKED. especially considering it was 3am.




i had started picking on my glitter.




back at the hostel, ready for bed like woah!


there was a strange box of knitting in the hostel reception that had a sign saying something like 'relax, knit a little'. sweden, best evs.




we walked around malmö doing some sightseeing of sorts & killing some time before we had to get the train copenhagen to catch our flight back. we found upside down trees, cool graffiti and an anarchist cafe (that really reminded me of the cowley club in brighton) but we took no pix there cos they had a no photography sign at the till. hmm.














on the train to kastrup (the airport)


our train tix. by the way, if you EVER fly to copenhagen, please remember this: buy yr train ticket at the station, not on the train. and pay attention to the signs upstairs, as that's where the ticket machines are. there's none downstairs or at the platform, and the tickets are TWICE AS MUCH on the train. we learned that the hard way on our way to malmö..










my dinner on the train back to medway on sunday. somewhat dissappointing avocado salad (i should have got for the avocado salad SANDWICH) and hoummous with carrot sticks, from marks & spencers at reduced prices (yaye)

i met a student from canterbury on the train who also had grey looking green hair who had ACTUALLY HEARD OF THE ARK. seriously no one not from scandinavia i ever speak to knows who the fuck they are. though to be honest, she couldn't remember what they sound like, but she recognized the name from the eurovision. but still! anyway, she was pretty ace and i gave her the details for typical grrls & she said she'd come to the next one, and bring the feminist society along. aceness. i much prefer this welcome back to kent to my welcome back from birmingham zine fest. either way, i'm a big fat grump fest now, because IT JUST CAN NOT BE OVER. and on top of post fun sulk, my lady time started today. i'm gonna be so much fun for the next week, since on top of those two i'm worried sick cos i am so fucking broke now. it's a brilliant combo.

BUY UP YOUR PAD AND PENCIL, I'LL GIVE YOU A PIECE OF MY MIND

me & emma went out last night to moogie wonderland (obligatory typical grrls promoing aka, thrusting flyers to innocent moogie punters, + we like to support our friends efforts) and i accidently dressed like blossom, from the 90s sitcom blossom.

while we were there, some idiot actually asked me if i need my glasses. yes i do. i can see about as far 7 inches away. woah. my glasses make other people feel sick, even people who wear glasses for similar reasons. i've had glasses since i was ten, and had to sit in the front row at school and still couldn't read what was written on the blackboard. i know i dress like a hipster but hey! how rude of a question is that to ask someone whose friend you've been talking to for less than five minutes. apparently he was an optometrist or something but still! how rude. it's not like you ask someone with a walking stick if they actually need it. next time someone asks me this, i'll pass 'em my glasses and ask "what do you think?" and give them a death glare.

today has also given me reasons to be annoyed at dickheads but i won't get into that.

SIX SLEEPS TIL SWEDEN.

MORE PANCAKES

according to this recipe. but with raspberries instead of blueberries..



i got new headphones (or, reserved them from argos and sent carl there on his way home from oxfam with a £2 coin) they're red, like my insides. i likes them, about fucking time too. i can safely & comfortably fall asleep to my stories again (old in-ear ones finally completely died last night.. i was not happy)

carl's watching 'girls behind bars'. apparently someone has awesome hair in it i'd like.

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S PANCAKE DAY.

today i have not so much been celebrating internation women's day (every day is women's day to me!) but i have been making pancakes:



BANANA PANCAKES

* 55g/2oz butter, cubed
* 275g/9¾oz self–raising flour
* 1 tsp baking powder
* 2 free-range eggs
* 2 tbsp soft light brown sugar
* 300ml/½ pint whole milk
* 1 large banana, roughly chopped
* 1-2 tbsp sunflower oil
* 8 rashers rindless streaky bacon
* maple or golden syrup, to serve

1. preheat the oven to 110c/225f/gas ¼.
2. melt 25g/1oz of the butter in a small pan over a low heat and leave to cool for five minutes.
3. put the melted butter, flour, baking powder, eggs, sugar and milk in a food processor and blend until smooth.
4. pour into a large bowl and mash the banana into the batter with a potato masher.
5. melt a little of the oil with a cube of butter in a large non-stick frying pan over a medium heat. wipe around the base of the pan with a thick wad of kitchen paper. (i dont know what that bits all about.. i didn't do it.)
6. drop two or four large serving spoonfuls of the banana pancake mixture into the frying pan, spacing well apart. cook for three minutes (more like a minute and a half!) or until the pancakes rise, bubbles appear and the surface appears dry.
7. flip over with a palette knife and cook on the other side for a further 2-3 minutes (minute and a half) or until pale golden-brown.
8. transfer to a heatproof plate and keep warm in the oven while you cook the remaining eight pancakes in exactly the same way.
9. return the frying pan to the heat and add the streaky bacon. cook for about three minutes on each side until golden and crisp, turning once. add a splash of oil if the rashers begin to stick.
10. pile the pancakes onto four warmed plates and top with the fried bacon. drizzle with a little maple syrup (or golden syrup) and serve the rest separately.

i got the recipe from here, but i skipped the bacon and syrup and found that three minutes cooking time was WAY TOO LONG (i burned half the pancakes) perhaps if you do it on lower heat.. either way, check the pancakes after about a minute and if they're brown enough, flip them!

i'm all pancaked up, i found this recipe for american style blueberry pancakes earlier from good food and i'm going to make them later but with raspberries. (cos english blueberries are rubbish, and overpriced. and i like raspberries. they're my favourite.)

in other news, i feel a bit shit and weepy as fuck and i think i should probably start taking my medication again. i haven't really taken it since i got my no babies implant put in a month + 1 day ago. i hadn't really noticed a difference until.. just now? i have also been watching the first series of roseanne and torchwood. and made some progress on my cardigan, i am now on the sleeves! i also really really like eating. food is awesome!

my secret private pre-derby lunch from sunday:
(sainsbury's reduced shelf) chicken & chorizo pie with chips and peas.

TYPICAL GRRLS ARE REALLY SWELL.

so.. the second typical grrls was thursday night. it was a definite improvement on the first one (i haven't written about it here in this blog because well, i wrote about it in the new zine and i didn't want to 'spoil' it or whatever but let's just say it wasn't exactly a raging success. which seven people and closing at half eleven cos no one had been there for an hour..) this time there was about 15-25 people, and we didn't know any of them. not really. familiar faces with no names or backstories attached. none of our friends could make it (except ellie, she came for about 45 mins & i played her bad romance which made emma make faces at me.) for various reasons, but that's cool (sort of) cos the people who came enjoyed it and bought some zines and donated some money to KRG and enjoyed our lady choons. i even got a request! for if u seek amy by britney cos i played do something but unfortunately i didn't have it. i told him i'll play it next time. my share of the bar takings paid for a big ass pile of distro post i dragged to the post office today.

we didn't take any other pictures. i'm guessing we felt too awkward about taking pix of strangers.



people like cake, there was two left at the end of the night & i got to take them home with me for carl (he didn't come, which is fine. he was pretty bored last time and he's no social animal anyway. not that i am either.) well, the other one was for me. them cakes were so incredibly pink! i don't think people realised that in the dim lighting of the bar.









i like to take pictures of me eating cake. and i like cake. cake is good.

the next typical grrls is THURSDAY MARCH 31st (FB EVENT)
mark that in yr calendars!

HERE. IN MY HEAD #7 / YOUR PRETTY FACE IS GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL #14

HERE. IN MY HEAD #7 / YOUR PRETTY FACE IS GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL #14











available at vampire sushi distro of course. and other places soon. i'm bad at descriptions (especially with my own stuff) so i'm not going to bother for now. ha.

in other news, i made / uploaded another mix, i call it DONT FUCK WITH ME: