Turning Navel Gazing Into An Olympic SportPosted: May 13, 2009
Students. They have parties, apparently. I know this, because there is one in my flat.
Therefore, I am hiding.
My (nice) flatmate was all dressed up and clearly Entertaining, with a capital E. Which made me sticking my head round the door to talk to her about vegetables a bit weird, to say the least.
However, she didn’t seem to hold it against me.
And, on the plus side, I have been playing all kinds of good music to drown out the yelps. Yelping is, it seems, some kind of required activity. It must be, because people do it outside my window too, when they’re feeling particularly merry. So far on my playlist:
- Revelry – Kings of Leon
- The Killing Lights – AFI
- The Heart of Everything – Within Temptation
- My Favourite Game – The Cardigans
- I Need A Holiday – Scouting For Girls
Every time I do these kinds of playlists, I feel like my taste in music is getting increasingly eccentric. For example, the songs above can be blamed on my sister, Llencelyn, J, one of J’s friends, and my sister (again). This becomes more strange on imagining all of those people present in the same place at the same time. The gathering would suffer from jetlag, for one.
What I need now is something by Ian Dury so that Kirsten could be at my crazy virtual party. Or I could claim that Fairytale of New York (the Pogues and Kirsty Maccoll version) could be her contribution. Sam would have a somewhat amusing choice of either Linkin Park or MC Hammer, and Lee has introduced me to Jim’s Big Ego.
What I’ve actually got now is Stray Cat Strut (Stray Cats), which at least means I get to say hello to my father!