La La Land

Where to start, where to start... I guess I shall start with the bad and end with the good.

I miss my mum. Well, I miss my family, but mumsy in particular. This is bothering me a great deal which is a little weird when you're nearly 30 but I guess its something that doesn't ever disappear if you get on. I was planning on being there right now and can't afford it which means I don't think I will get to see her until around October. This has a tendency to make my bottom lip quiver.





I think the reason this is forefront at the moment is a combination of just generally missing the folks together with the seriously reduced contact from a few of my friends who have coupled up. I have many friends, but a few were more my surrogate family as well as companions and they are all wonderfully coupled up and quality time with them is now minimal.

I need a surrogate family. Anyone? I want to be told off for being out too late and someone who does that lick a hanky then wipe it on your face thing.





Moving on so very lovely warm almost family style nights, the lovely Lina who runs bjork.com was over here for just over a week with Tias and Aresh for the concert and to see some people. It was lovely to see her and we had a gorgeous dinner at Sruli's place along with the French neighbours Logi and Stephanie and Sruli's Australian friend Megan visiting from London.











I loved hanging with the Swedes and the UK resident auzzie and get upset when such lovely people disappear away again. ho hum. They shall be back.

More news on the Gus Gus camp. I shalt be going on the German leg of their tour in under a week. EXCITEMENT UNTOLD. I shall be their merch bitch so come see them, here are the dates for this leg. More info is hérna.





Keeping on a Gus Gus ish theme, friday night Trabant played a secret gig in Sirkus which I went to with peeps and Daníel and President Bongo, it was his birthday after midnight so much champagne was consumed. Daníel and I did much dancing on furniture yet again. He is fun. I love watching Trabant play, they make me feel warm and fuzzy, partially because they are friends and partially because they are just warm. Plus Raggi's pants are the best knickers I have ever seen....












OTHER NEWS:

The next WEIRD GIRLS night is booked for 9th June, the costumes are beyond your imagination and the boys will be visiting from SHUT MAGAZINE especially.

The next Nasa No Limits 90s night is booked for June 1st. Keep your eyes hérna for info.

IN ADVANCE OF THE ALBUM released on May 7th, you can download the EARTH INTRUDERS single by Björk on the Grapewire site.

click hérna and buy it. its amazing....

Visual Candy from Q Bar

Here are the photos from the Old School night at Q bar on 4th April...
All photos by David Robertson.

More viewable at our No Limits mypsace BLOG

Easter Treats

I didn't think I had got up to much over the whole Jesus season, but now i have sat down to consider what to write about it seems rather alot has happened.

Way back on Wednesday Curver and I Dj-ed at the Q bar as planned with the addition of Wayne Paul. It was a fun night which unfortunately due to the amount of free booze available ended up in more than a gentle haze. I woke up one over the knee 80s suede boot less than i started with, gained mysterious bruises and a recollection of a scary single white female moment until Není came to my rescue.




Skipping straight to Friday I had Rósa Sometime over to join Eva and I for coffee and pancakes and Hulda popped over also.



It was a delightful way to spend the afternoon, window open, soul and blues music playing and casual chit chat. Pancakes and coffee are sinful, but oh so tasty.

Eva has been here more or less constantly during the last week and a half as her Housekeeping school is closed for the holidays and so we have been merrily housekeeping at home. A great deal of cooking and cleaning has been in progress. Its all quite quaint really.



Saturday I held a dinner party for Anders as his girlfriend Andrea was here and they were both leaving the day after. It seems alot longer than 2 and a half months ago that a young Danish lad approached me in a coffee shop and asked to be my friend. Now he is back in Denmark. aaaaah.

I cooked enormous quantities of food including the 2 pavlova's you see below. Note they cover entire oven shelves, thats how big they were.



The couple in question, Eva, moi, Hulda, Björg, Sveinbjörg, Davo and Jamie progressed the night with what usually happens chez moi - silly games and outfits. If you come here the bottom line is expect to leave with a full stomach and a legacy of ridiculous photos.








Easter sunday Eva's dad had invited us to dinner at his house. We had a mutual love of CSI and Prince which in Kitty's book is as good a starting place for bonding as is ever going to be likely. It was nice and chilled. We played cards with her little sister, who is essentially a mini-eva to quite scary levels, then sat and drank champagne in the hot tub until i thought i might pass out if i didn't leave soon.

I had stayed away from downtown over the whole weekend saving myself for Sunday night. Us ladeeeeeeez - Eva, Magga Sigga, Lilja and Není gossiped and played 'I never' at mine whilst we warmed up for Sirkus, Magga Sigga warmed up the mostest as you can see.....



We then spent more or less the entire night dancing on chairs, as is our want, and Svenni and Davo were also there, as were Lina from Sweden and Sruli and many many many others...

It was a most triumphant night all round, the landmark issue being Není stayed at Sirkus all evening dancing and had fun. Its been ages since I have been trying to lure her out with us as she likes a more rock evening generally, but it was ace albeit messy.



We stayed in bed until the afternoon gosssiping until Eva came and joined us as we drank tea and talked fast in my duvets.

The evening was Björk. The concert to start her tour. It was muchness lovely. Here is a terribly badly filmed clip which proves you should really go buy tickets so you can see her properly, which is exactly what I will do again in June as President Bongo just confirmed I am on the tour bus with Gus Gus when they play their UK leg of the tour. I AM AS EXCITED AS A CAT WHO WAKES UP ON A FISHING BOAT. or something.



and to polish off the post, someone sent me this a few weeks ago and i didn't put it on here as it was a private viewing link, but it seems to have leaked all across the internet anyway so here is the lady in question, doing a fun version of (Curver and I's Dj team name) No limits at a party in France. Oh it maketh me smile a great deal.