Work, Publife, Miscellaneous

I really wasn't going to go to the pub. But then Victoria was closed, so I had to use Green Park, and the Piccadilly goes straight past the pub so, well, one or two.
Four hours later we're the only ones left in the pub and the Avril Lavigne: Would You? debate is about to turn violent.
C'est la vie.

Peter Ackroyd's London was the first book of his to impress me; before he'd always seemed like a watered-down hybrid of John Crowley and Iain Sinclair. I'd hoped his Albion would be comparable, but thus far it's too given to platitude and the realm of 'In summary, Lybia is a country of contrasts'. A one hit wonder, then.

Do any of you paid account folks have a spare code you could mail me? Don't worry, it's for an injokey spoof a friend wishes to start, not anything serious.
EDIT: thank you thermaland

Memerama

last cigarette: Probably back when Angel's drunk brain wanted me to start smoking so about 3 years ago?
last car ride: from Sarll Towers to Derby station, in March I think
last movie seen: X2. And bloody good it was too.
last book read: Last book *finished*? Toby Litt's Exhibitionism. Last book from which I read some words - Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan
last beverage drank: Water.Should go get a refill actually.
last food consumed: A bowl of fruit and fibre.
last phone call: none today as yet, thank heavens. So some cretinous promoter yesterday.
last tv show watched: Attempted Stupid Punts last night in the belief it might be about punting. In fact it was like Banzai! except rubbish. Last one I watched in full - 24, Sunday.
last time showered: c820am
last shoes worn: My default black boots, which a colleague for some reason thinks are new.
last sleep: 1130-600 last night
last im: I don't do instant messaging
last time amused: wardytron's livejournal re emails being read in court
last show attended: Fosca, Saturday.
last webpage visited: LJ friends page whence I nicked this

Salvador Dali won't do the washing up

So, what with catching LJ Flu aka The Self-Doubt Entry yesterday, I forgot to do the weekend postmortem, didn't I? Much of it can be pieced together from the friendslist, but let's fill in some of the lacunae:
Project Adorno at the Poetry Cafe. Not the best I've seen them, but they remain a shining if shambolic phenomenon, visitors from an alternate dimension where they do pop differently and musicals about Dr Who are the norm.
Eleven hours sleep in one night. Mmm, sleep...
Cocktails in test tubes. A good thing.
DJing is easier than it looks. I am now available for weddings, bar mitzvahs and children's parties, assuming you want a strange man who's trying to look cool but actually looking bored clearing the floor with the Ark.
Titus starring Anthony Hopkins starts out overconceptualised but settles down into a rather good little bloodbath. Plus, it features two Velvet Goldmine alumni.

Terms and Conditions

So I was checking whether we retain copyright in these things, in case I ever want to cannibalise any of this for the Great British Novel. And we do, which is good. But:
"LiveJournal.com also reserves the right, without limitation, to resell any portion of a user's LiveJournal back to that individual;"
Eh?

"You agree to NOT use the Service to:
Upload, post or otherwise transmit any content that is in LiveJournal.com's opinion to be unlawful, harmful, threatening, abusive, harassing, tortious, defamatory, vulgar, obscene, libelous, invasive to another's privacy (up to, but not excluding any address, email, phone number, or any other contact information with out the written consent of the owner of such information), hateful, or racially, ethnically or otherwise objectionable; "
Ah.

"Stalk" or otherwise harass another person or company;
Oh.

"Promote or provide instructional information about illegal activities, promote physical harm or injury against any group or individual, or promote any act of cruelty to animals. This may include, but is not limited to, providing instructions on how to assemble bombs, grenades and other weapons or incendiary devices;"
And drugs, presumably, which is the goths screwed. But the real problem:

"Impersonate any person or entity, including, but not limited to, a LiveJournal.com staff member or volunteer, or falsely state or otherwise misrepresent your affiliation with a person or entity;"

The Big Read

Well I've no patience for bold type so let's do this the simple way. I've read:
1984, george orwell
alice's adventures in wonderland
animal farm, george orwell
artemis fowl, eoin colfer
the bfg, roald dahl
brave new world, aldous huxley
brideshead revisited, evelyn waugh
bridget jones's diary, helen fielding
the catcher in the rye, jd salinger
charlie and the chocolate factory, roald dahl
a christmas carol, charles dickens
the colour of magic, terry pratchett
emma, jane austen
good omens, terry pratchett and neil gaiman.
great expectations, charles dickens
the great gatsby, f scott fitzgerald.
guards! guards!, terry pratchett
harry potter and the chamber of secrets, jk rowling
harry potter and the goblet of fire, jk rowling
harry potter and the philosopher's stone, jk rowling
harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, jk rowling
his dark materials trilogy, philip pullman
the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, douglas adams
the hobbit, jrr tolkien
the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, cs lewis
the lord of the rings, jrr tolkien
the magic faraway tree, enid blyton.
the magus, john fowles
matilda, roald dahl
mort, terry pratchett
night watch, terry pratchett
perfume, patrick suskind (which is one chapter of A Rebours stretched to book length, and its presence here is a disgrace)
the secret history, donna tartt
to kill a mockingbird, harper lee
treasure island, robert louis stevenson
the twits, roald dahl
the wind in the willows, kenneth grahame
winnie-the-pooh, aa milne
wuthering heights, emily bronte

39.

In addition to which I started but deliberately abandoned on grounds of excessive rubbishness:
birdsong, sebastian faulks - trite and middlebrow.
the god of small things, arundhati roy - felt like I'd read it all before.
on the road, jack kerouac - totally lacking in narrative drive.
persuasion, jane austen - I'm with the Brontes on her. Where's the damn *passion*? She sees marriage as a matter of place settings.