Sunday, January 29, 2006


Me and Small Person are watching Top of the Pops. She is scathing in her condemnation of The Police doing Roxanne ("he sounds like a girl, Mummy") and I can't really fault her. I can't bear Sting. I can't stand the horrible cod-reggae droning, the persistent do-gooding (I wouldn't mind but it's all so ultimately inconsequential - see also Bono), the smug, self-satisfied presence of the man. Horrid.

That aside, Sunday sucks. It's an oft-discussed topic here in Blogland, but I can't help but add my two pennorth. It's a hangover from being eleven. You've had your Sunday lunch. You've played with your Spirograph, listened to Now That's What I Call Music 7, written "I love Howard Jones" on your bookbag and had a bath. Now it's time for your mum to burn your ears with the hairdryer during Songs of Praise and there might be time for a mint Viscount (they're posh, you know) before bed. When I was young, the mere mention of preparing for Monday would elicit a sulk so monumental it made Mariah Carey's tantrum on hearing that there were no more gold-plated baby marmosets to play with seem inconsequential. I utterly, utterly resented the five minutes it would take me to prepare my bag for Monday morning. And it's no different now. I have grudgingly done dinner money and forked over the ransom I pay the childminder. I have polished Small Person's shoes and ensured that clean uniform is ready. I have made her a packed lunch for tomorrow and am currently creating a Thai green chicken curry for myself (fast, low-fat and delicious. How very Good Housekeeping). The net effect of this frenzied activity is a barely-suppressed urge to flounce around the flat, swinging my arms and muttering "oh, for god's sake" under my breath whilst glaring malevolently from beneath my overlong fringe. Except these days, I'm the grownup and I have all this to look forward to with a child of my own. That'll fucking teach me.

Carry on.


Blogger Betty chimed in with...

I am the only person in Britain sad enough to be looking at blogs on a Sunday night before preparing a stir fry (fast, high salt content, underwhelming). Went to see Brokeback Mountain earlier - that too was a bit underwhelming (er, in my opinion).

I am hoping that Sting will spontaneously combust one day, the self-loving wanker.

29 January, 2006 19:59  
Blogger Kyahgirl chimed in with...

hi sg-its still sunday afternoon here but I know what you mean. That holdover of dread on Sunday night.
I can't believe you make lunch the night before. See, now that is smart. I'd probably reduce my stress level quite a bit if I could get organized enough to try that.

29 January, 2006 20:11  
Blogger garfer chimed in with...

Sting is an irritating, self regarding, toosser. If he was any furthur up his arse his head would dissapear.

It is my profound hope that he suffers a fatal embolism next time he attempts tantric sex with the big toothed Trudi.

29 January, 2006 20:34  
Blogger Geoff chimed in with...

Just watching recorded TOTP (we're that sad) - who is that twat from Top Gear? And what's this Kubb shit with their song Grub? And we both agree that Police is cod-reggae but don't know what it means. If it's white reggae, we don't know of any black fish. Of course we'd like to see Sting battered (maybe that's what it means).

29 January, 2006 21:29  
Blogger funny thing chimed in with...

Viscount, blimey, I'd forgotten them. I hated them.. but knew better than to refuse because chocolate was a rare treat back in the old days.

And remember those crisps that came in a big bag with a picture of a squirrel (I think) on them, they were shaped like wheels?
They were top banana.

I loved Blondie, but was too scared to write it on my exercise book.

30 January, 2006 00:11  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

I loved the Police and I retain a fondness for Sting. I can't explain it and I know his Bono-esque do-gooding should make me despise him but I just can't help liking the man's music.

I expect to be cast out into the wastelands and studiously ignored by all in cyber-space.

30 January, 2006 09:00  
Blogger Fifi chimed in with...

OH you are banned from all Sting/Police renditions when you come over for karaoke.

I liked Sting when I was about 14 and he wore stripy T-shirts. But then what did I know?

30 January, 2006 09:32  
Blogger the Beep chimed in with...

I'm on Sting's side too. If you were there, the Police were a great band, and he has gone on to show that he's a proper musician too.
And the on-off g/f played with him a couple of times and says he's a really nice guy. Perhaps that's why everyone hates him.
But Bono? I'm with you there SG. U2 aren't even his band...

30 January, 2006 09:41  
Blogger Urban Chick chimed in with...

i was more of a nik kershaw girl, meeself

but it was not immune to mr jones' wisdom..."don't try to live your life in one day"

amen to that

30 January, 2006 10:03  
Blogger Urban Chick chimed in with...

and whilst we are on the subject of self-important, self-loving celebrities, i recall a recent documentary on band aid in which some former pop stars said sth along the lines of:

oh, and there we were, we just got a call from bob and we came right back from st tropez and there we were standing in this dingy studio, DRINKING COFFEE FROM PAPER CUPS!!!!!!!! it was mad!!!!!!!!

oh, getoveryourselves

(i hate to say it, but it may have been simon le bon wot said it)

30 January, 2006 10:07  
Blogger zanna chimed in with...

I hate sting but hold a certain place in my heart for bono. I know this isn't the place to admit it but I can't help confessing. What's wrong with brokeback mountain Betty? SG and I off to see it on thursday.

30 January, 2006 10:11  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

it was simon le bon. i can't stand him either, but at least he's not constantly banging on about how he's saving the world, one starving child/tree in the rainforest at a time. i mean, i've got nothing against people making a difference, but for christ's sake just SHUT UP about it for five minutes. and sting is creepy and his wife is creepier.

i can't justify it. it's just an irrational loathing. whatever.

30 January, 2006 10:18  
Blogger Donna chimed in with...

I loved that post SG. I too fucking hate preparing packed lunches, sorting school bags and all that stuff (especially making sandwiches).

It sounds like you may be qualified to answer Andy's question: "What is the difference between Thai Red Curry and Thai Green Curry?" (I have to admit I've never had either and don't know)

Can anyone guess the response he got from the lady at the Chinese ...

30 January, 2006 10:37  
Blogger Betty chimed in with...

Zanna - It's difficult to describe why I found Brokeback Mountain underwhelming. It's been raved about but I just couldn't feel emotionally involved with the characters or moved by what was happening on screen. It was fairly understated most of the time, so perhaps it went over my head. Or (more likely) I'm just a coldhearted bitch.

30 January, 2006 10:37  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

it's probably that.

donna - the difference is in the chillis you use, or so i've always presumed....i'm probably wrong, but it was gorgeous so i don't care. i bet the lady in the chinese said "one's red, one's green", didn't she?

i'm HUNGRY. lost half a stone now tho.

30 January, 2006 10:52  
Blogger Fifi chimed in with...

Isn't red curry made from red chillies and green from green chilies? Hence red is slightly milder? Both yummy.

Urban Chick - I too adored Nik Kershaw to a degree bordering on hysteria. Which is why I was beside myself with girlish delight when I spotted him walking down Chelmsford high street two weeks ago. So delighted in fact that I had to skip off down a side alley to do a yelp of childish glee!

How sad am I?

30 January, 2006 10:57  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

and how do you spell "chillis" anyway?

chillies? chillis? chilis?

where's pashmina when you need her?

30 January, 2006 11:17  
Blogger Fifi chimed in with...

Chillies isn't it, Surly Sis?

30 January, 2006 12:44  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

Bearing in mind my culinary prowess (!) I would have said it was chilli's...

30 January, 2006 13:08  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

no!! no apostrophe!!

bad other half. bad.

30 January, 2006 13:14  
Blogger Sherbert chimed in with...

I preferred the orange Viscounts and had The Jam and The Clash written on my pencil case. I plan to see Brokeback Mountain soon and hope I won't be underwhelmed - I have high, high hopes.

30 January, 2006 13:26  
Blogger Fifi chimed in with...

The chilli's what, OH?

30 January, 2006 13:41  
Blogger Donna chimed in with...

Yes SG. "won is wed, won is gween"

They're not really any different then are they?

OH - go and sit in the corner.

30 January, 2006 14:13  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

Bollocks to you all...ultimately it's not how it's written it's how it tastes !!!!!!

30 January, 2006 14:21  
Anonymous Arabella chimed in with...

Erm, why was 'Roxanne' playing on TOTP? Has it been re-released? I'm English, in San Francisco, without BBC America on cable. And I don't know what's happening. Someone, please....

30 January, 2006 16:16  
Blogger surly girl chimed in with...

totp has gone all retro - once every week they show a performance from the archives. regrettably, last night's was the police. don't panic, arabella. all is well....

30 January, 2006 16:37  
Anonymous Other Half chimed in with...

Indeed it is...if only The Police, The Jam and The Smiths were still on TV or radio regularly then we would not be subjected to all this manufactured shite that swamps the airwaves.

What happened to real music ? Where did it go and why won't it come back ?

Anyone with the answers please send them on a postcard to......

30 January, 2006 16:57  
Blogger patroclus chimed in with...

Mmm, Thai green curry.

There was a time when I thought that earth had nothing to show more fair than N. Kershaw, and that "The Riddle" was the most profound piece of music ever produced. All together now: "Near a tree by a river there's a a hole in the ground..."

Hmm, I can't actually believe I remember that. I could go on, as well. Oh dear.

30 January, 2006 17:21  
Anonymous Whinger chimed in with...

In my household its name is "Sunday Malaise." It is usually cured by staying up too late watching a movie as it's the un-adult thing to do.

30 January, 2006 18:36  
Anonymous Kristy chimed in with...

How very strange that we led parallel Sunday childhood lives on opposite sides of the globe. God, I loved Howard Jones. Didn't know anyone else still remembered him.

30 January, 2006 20:30  
Blogger bedshaped chimed in with...

I saw Howard Jones play live back when I was a teenie weenie. I must admit, I was quite impressed, even back then at how just one guy could captivate an entire arena with his twidling and electronic piano playing.
Mind you, he had that guy...what was his name....Jed???? with him. The guy who was supposedly deaf/dumb and did all the mines n dancing n stuff.

30 January, 2006 20:32  
Anonymous Anonymous chimed in with...

Sorry for the delay. I believe it's "chillies", but to be honest I always have problems with that one too. I think it's all the ls. Very confusing.

Howard Jones was a bit of a local hero where I grew up (my mum gave a talk to the horticultural society of which his mother was a member. I lorded it around school on the back of that for days).

My heart belonged to Nik though, despite the fact he was shorter than I was even then. Not to mention the snoods...

30 January, 2006 22:47  
Blogger FUNKYBROWNCHICK chimed in with...

I don't get it. Thumbs *DOWN* for Sting, but thumbs *UP* David Hasselhoff?!?!?!?!? :)

31 January, 2006 06:26  
Anonymous entropy chimed in with...

With you on hating Sunday nights. Spending weekends in one place and weekdays in another makes it worse.

I think the curry paste question *is* mainly about the colour of the chillies and so the heat, but the other flavourings change as well.

31 January, 2006 15:01  

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