Showing posts with label Weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weekend. Show all posts

Friday, 28 May 2010

Feelin' Friday (and the Sex and the City debate.)


Thanks for all your lovely birthday messages, dudes. Really sweet! I had several things that I meant to post today but my brain is candyfloss after a day of shopping and wine. Plus I got champagned at my first ever fashion show, the AIU graduate show, which I will hopefully write up today for Catwalk Genius, if I get my brain in gear.

I've got tickets to go and see the Sex and The City film this evening. Are you all going to see it? I love New York and I love fashion and grew up with the series throughout my twenties so I've got a certain fond attachment to it. It was always candid, clever and funny and I thought the girls were feminists, to some extent. But the reviews of this film suggest that they've relinquished all that and it's a howler. (This review in particular is hilarious.) I'm going to counter the obscene indulgence of going to see it by watching something really highbrow and intense over the weekend. Maybe a nice bit of Derek Jarman.

So yeah, I'm frankly claiming today as birthday, too, and going for a ginormous swim to swim off yesterday's excesses. Then a bit more shopping. Have a brilliant weekend, a long one if you're in the UK, wooooOOOOooooooot! (See. Brain. Candyfloss.) (And sorry for the second ME picture in a row. This is me blowing out my candles last night. The J stands for my middle name, Juliet.)

Psst: if you are in London on June 5th, there is a screening of Sex and The City 2 being shown at the Everyman Cinema in Hampstead to raise funds for the Great Ormond Street Hospital. Might be a good way to watch the film with conscience! Tickets £28.50, including bubbly, cake and amazing raffle prizes! Buy them here. GIRLS ONLY.

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Easter break.

It's Easter weekend! Four whole days off work! It's the first long weekend since Christmas and James and I have had a crazy busy few months. So we're going to hang out with the cats, go to the cinema (I want to see Alice in Wonderland at last) and go to the theatre (we're going to see Private Lives with Kim Cattrall on Saturday night, then late dinner at The Wolseley).

I'm also hoping to check out a couple of exhibitions (any recommendations for must-sees in London at the moment?), go for a long muddy walk on the heath and a run down the disused tube line. Then balance out this healthiness with a couple of chilled out pub sessions. (I want to go back to The Star for some of their cloudy cider. Yum.) And let's not forget the chocolate eggs, hot cross buns and simnel cake overload! Bring it on!

Have a lovely Easter break, I hope you're all getting some time off to unwind!

[Gorgeous soy wax eggshell candles from Mr Wick, spied on the lovely Brit blog Tea for Joy.]

Friday, 12 March 2010

Friday funtimes.

Dunno about you, but I've had a dull week. So let's have some Friday funtimes, right here on Caroline, No!

First of all, here's a video that Jordan Ferney made to celebrate her husband leaving his day job to become a full time painter. She borrowed a bear suit, hired a breakdancer and sent him into her husband's office with balloons and a boombox. Quite simply one of the funniest things I've ever seen on the internets. (Inspired by a post on A Cup of Jo yesterday.)

You want your own bear suit? How about a Care Bear suit? Believe!

Next up! Check out party cat. 'If I party with you will you leave me alone?' 'Let's party and find out!' I've read it about four times this week. (Yes. Sad. Found via the ever inspirational Conversation Pieces.)

Finally, remember Katie Puckrik? Brits will remember her as presenter of The Word, fantastic Friday night TV music show. She's still gorgeous and kitsch and is now a fragrance expert. She has produced a film about her fragrance collection and it's mega! She's got a fragrance by Andy Warhol in a silver star shaped bottle, and Michael Jackson's favourite fragrance. Check it out here.

Have a fab weekend folks! I'm going dancing tonight at Gilles Peterson's belated Christmas party at Plastic People (which is still just about open!) then dinner on Saturday with friends who are bad-ass cooks and wine ponces. Win! What are your plans?

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Hampstead Heath action.

It actually stopped raining in London this weekend. So we headed to the Heath to frolic in the veritably tropical weather. Hampstead Heath is so funny: people get dressed up to go for a walk, in their best Hunter wellies, Miu Miu bags and Raybans. It is completely, utterly gorgeous though, you can always wander and feel as though you're lost. And we actually found Kenwood House today. (After years of wandering on the Heath, even going to concerts in the grounds, but somehow never actually making it to Kenwood.) We stopped for lunch at the Kalendar Café – smoked haddock with hollandaise, asparagus and colcannon, OH YEAH – then hit Corks and Forks, the awesome deli next door, to stock up on Christmas hamper fillers. And now I'm going to have chestnut purée on toast. A perfect December Sunday.

Friday, 27 November 2009

Serenity now!

I'm feeling most serene today. I can't work out whether it's because I'm super-tired or super-refreshed. I slept so heavily last night (after a turkey blow-out at Bodeans) that I slept through James getting up and leaving, and the kittens woke me up. Which is a very good way to wake up. And James had left a pot of fresh coffee. Score.

So a windy walk to the tube, with magpies swooping in the thermals, the milkman clattering along the street, an easy tube journey reading about Hedi Lamarr, a fresh orange juice from the fruit man at Old Street station, a new billowy blouse and my new favourite shoes (I did it. The brown Wallabees. Sorry.) and I am ready for my day. How long will the serenity last?

Weekend plans? Moi: supper tonight at The Drapers Arms, then drinks at the Albert and Pearl, to celebrate the birthday of two gorgeous twin girls. Then pottering until Sunday night when we go to see Mos Def. (Yeah, it wasn't last week, as I thought.)

Have a serene weekend, the dudes. What are you up to? C xx.

Friday, 20 November 2009

As long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset, I am in paradise.

I'm currently having my toe nibbled by Hoops, sipping coffee and contemplating the weather outside. It's still dark and is throwing it down with rain. So, no cycling for me today, hello the tube, I'll treat myself to a posh cappuccino on the way in to make it all better. And to prepare myself for coming out of party girl retirement this weekend.

We're finally going to see the Ed Ruscha exhibition at the Southhbank tonight. On Fridays they open late, so quick dinner and glass of wine and in we go. I love going to the Southbank at night, as you get to walk home along the river. (Although I think I am actually physically programmed to have Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks come into my head whenever I'm by the river. It's getting annoying.)

Tomorrow we're going to Blacktronica, one of my all-time favourite parties in London, who are having an 8th birthday party at The Albany in Deptford. Blacktronica has always been held in awesome arts spaces (originally at the Institute of Contemporary Art, then at the National Film Theatre), so it will be interesting to safari to South London to check out the Albany. Speech Debelle is doing a set.

On Sunday, we're going to see Mos Def. Who I actually saw once at Blacktronica. I remember because I didn't recognise him until somebody pointed him out. I was just thinking, 'Who is that singularly attractive young man?', and doing my best thriller dance. Always with the best way to impress, CJW.

What are you all doing? Have a flippin' good one. Here's Waterloo Sunset, so you can get it stuck in your heads too.

Waterloo Sunset – The Kinks 

[Ok, my friend – and arbiter of extreme good taste – Gypsy Rose put awesome pictures of Marilyn on her blog, so I'm going to as well. Can't remember where I got it from, though! Sorry, photographer.]

Friday, 13 November 2009

Siftin' and thriftin'.

Siftin' and thriftin' is what we're doing this weekend. I have bags and bags of clothes, shoes, hats, you name it. And James has thousands of records. (He's seen here sorting the ones he has TWO of. Well, it's a start.) Saturday we will sort through it all. Sunday we are setting up stall at the Holloway car boot sale. I've never done this before, have you? Will we actually make any money or is this a total waste of time? (Like, my Sunday is worth more than £50, so if that's all I'm going to make it can go to the charity shop.)

Have a good one dudes! What are you up to?

[Apologies for the manfoot picture. And apologies for the crap quality photo too. I need to instigate a 'no iPhone pics' rule from now on.]

Friday, 6 November 2009

Not a lot going on, weekend-wise.

Well, there is a lot going on, obviously: I'm in London. But I've been feeling under the weather all week, so I'm mainly going to be reading – I'm reading What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami, where he makes running marathons and writing bestselling novels seem like a snap, with his usual weightless style of writing – and watching films. I'll be starting with The Apartment. Jack Lemmon's silly face always cheers me up.

What are you healthy folks up to? Have a good one, whatever you do!

Friday, 30 October 2009


See what I did with that title there? Pretty clever. So what are you up to this weekend? It's Hallowe'en, obviously, and I trust you will all be ignoring it.

I'm doing as little as possible, with the aim to relax and spend quality time with my reading pile. To this end, tonight I'm having a Thai massage and hopefully having the living bajaysus pummelled out of me. Tomorrow night, dinner out to celebrate my stepfather's 60th birthday. We're going to Nuraghe, a Sardinian restaurant in our hood that we've seen go from one (lovely) woman and a bare room, to bustling, with tables spilling out on to the street. The food is great. Seriously, go if you're in the area!

Sunday, we're going to see José Feliciano play at the Jazz Café. I've seen him before and he was awesome, what a classic voice. And he tells bitter stories about his ex-wife. Can't wait. Have a good one, peeps!

[Photo of the bookartbookshop. The shapes in the window were a paper cut-out Hallowe'en scene that I tried, and failed, to photograph. Click to enlarge, though, and sorry it's grainy!]

Friday, 23 October 2009

A proper autumn weekend in London.

I took this outside my friend Anna's house last night as I waited for her on my bike. The sky in London has been almost neon blue the last few evenings. From our office (which is on a dark, narrow street) there was a strange glow that looked as though the street had been lit for a film. It's lovely, but I'm already missing summer.

So what are you up to this weekend? We are going to see 45365 at the film festival tonight, with perhaps dinner at Wagamama (it's all about number 42). Tomorrow, we're seeing Smokey Robinson. Very excited about that. And dinner at the Bento Café beforehand, my favourite Japanese restaurant in London. (So far.) Have a good one, whatever you do!

Friday, 16 October 2009

Growly old Thelonious.

It's Friday, and what better way to start the weekend than with some happy music. (I love how you can hear Thelonious growling over the top of this as he plays.) I'm not doing much this weekend, just hanging out with the kitties and trying to settle them in. Oh, I named them by the way: Hoops and Fred. They're absolutely mental, although still quite scared of us, so I have to wheedle my way into their affections this weekend with kitty treats and surprise stroking attacks. Oh, and we're going to see the film about Bill Withers, Still Bill. Have a good one, whatever you do.

[This is an entirely random photograph I took this week, merely because it looked sunny and bright.]

Friday, 2 October 2009

And breathe...

It's the weekend, dudes. Thank goodness. It has been a week of glorious sunsets and people seeming to be slightly grumpy. I just have to get through a summit meeting at work this morning (it's either pay rise or P45) and then it's a weekend of fun, fun, fun. I'm going to meet a cat called Jam. And we're going for dinner at Moro. (With some friends, not with the cat.) I can still remember a cold crab soup I had there about ten years ago, and I'm hoping for a re-run. Have yourselves a long lunch hour and a lovely weekend, people.