My Love of Cheesy Englishmen

when i was in grade five my brother took it upon himself to start my musical education (he played what he thought i should like and in return i had to tell him whether the percussions in any given song were real or electronic).  we began with the police, so i would have to say that sting was probably the first cheesy englishman that i loved.  this a long-standing love and falling asleep during his concert in no way diminishes it.  plus he is massively hot in the desert rose video.

 

we could go chronologically through my british loves since then but that would be tedious and beside the point.  i'll just say this:  i've had a soft spot for oasis since the day i got a cigarette from liam gallagher, i truly enjoy robbie williams, and even though pete doherty is actually cracked-out i love that even the most drug-addled brit will still produce radio-friendly pop music.  its as though brits are genetically incapable of being hard.

 

and g, as a side-note, don't mock my love of british bad-boys!

Publicly Marching it Out

i believe my weekend morning routine has taken a turn for the worse.  the show is called 'canada in the rough' and i am curious how the government justifies its sponsorship of this program.  was there a distinctive lack of canadian big game hunting on tv?  or was is it a lack of training that kept most canadians from bow-hunting bears?  or maybe we just weren't good at putting on bandanas and applying camouflage makeup?  well, thanks to the help of a government grant, this week we took a trip to northern saskatchewan to hunt black bears on a native reserve, and made blueberry-banana pancakes too!  wholesome.

 

last night i went out for matt's birthday and, thankfully, my fears of flying a solo mission did not come to fruition.  i didn't know who i was going to know at the party and i'm generally awkward in new social situations so i was really happy to find out that darren and todd were going to be there too.  at least there were way more dudes than girls where i was sitting so it wasn't that hard to make conversation.  in general, girls are bitches, unless they have a reason to be otherwise (like marriage, lesbianism, etc). this is not a direct comment on anything that occurred last night, just a conversation i had with darren, and most-likely true.  but i'd say that overall i had a good time ... until getting off the subway ....

 

walking up from eglinton i had my iPod on, as per usual, and it was cold so mostly i just wanted to get home and into bed.  i don't even know what i was listening to (probably the libertines or babyshambles because i am on a bit of a pete doherty kick right now) but the real point is that all of a sudden i could hear shouting behind me.  not angry shouting, more like loud heckling, and so i turned around.  sure enough there were two guys yelling "left, right, left, right" at me and i was like wtf?  apparently, according to these two randoms, i walk military-style and they felt the need to publicly humiliate me over it.  i think they thought they were being funny when in reality they have now opened up a whole new area of self-doubt that wasn't there before.  taryn assures me she has never noticed me 'marching-it-out' but maybe she is just saying that ...

 

more importantly, what type of guy 'comedy-heckles' a girl walking home alone past midnight?

 

p.s. mom, i was fine.  no danger lurking about in my neighbourhood.  i was totally safe walking home - just mortified.