Showing posts with label why go to the cinema when you can go to contemporary art museums?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label why go to the cinema when you can go to contemporary art museums?. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 February 2011

Studying & Partying

Yesterday I received one of the sweetest compliments. It's all about the tone of your voice, which is where most men screw up. From cheesy to sleazy in five seconds. I've been eating at Parlour a lot, the trendy café where they serve amazing home made healthy tasty food.
It's sunny today, but I don't feel very sunny. Always that feeling when you have to do things when you'd rather be doing other stuff. Max's "Red Carpet" party is tonight at Mango. The most exclusive 21st Dundee's ever heard of...? I haven't got any fancy stuff , but I have sunglasses.

By the way, go see The Fighter if you can! As brilliant as it's hyped to be!

Thursday's Battle of the Bands at Kage, Animus playing:
Prabash singing and Gav on bass:
A blow to the head as aftermath to Gav's bass solo:
Chris and Laura
Chris and I:
So nice to see Gav again, he doesn't live in Dundee atm!
McManus is always a pleasant sight on the walk back home:
Yesterday at the Union:
Sailor theme downstairs...
Paul, Glenn and Nuka
Frontwoman and -man
Never a sad face


EunYi running out of Distorted Live!

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

Dragons & Nachos

Last night I ran to see the 3D movie How to Train Your Dragon - I started crying it was so good! It was a funny movie that portrayed almighty vikings as über fat potato-shaped people with small heads and huge beards with a Scottish accent(!) and then their kids (the next generation of vikings) had American accents(!) It was all very bewildering, entertaining and touching in the end. If you're going to see a 3D movie this year, spare yourself of Alice if you can! See this one instead!

Afterwards I dragged Kirsty to Wetherspoons and screamed for Alex (the little crazy one)
Posing outside the Tower Building.

We went to Wetherspoons at 20 to ten so had to order all courses at once, the starter, the main and dessert..
Dinnertime stories:
Alex 'the little crazy one' Young
Izzy 'I'm Swedish but I have an American accent' M-king

Kirsty 'a taxi driver's babbling nightmare' Logan

A tricycle of kittens (because no-one's the third wheel!)
3D
Ended the night with downing a jug of WooWoo and Blue Lagoon and then went back to Seabraes for a laugh (/snooze).

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Barcelona, a noisy, screamy place.

The weather here has not been fun - rainy and cold.

The first day I bought a juice in a market, a horrible fruit and food market. I asked for mango and recieved something that tasted like watery pineapple.
"This is not mango." The salesperson that said "hey sexy" (hola guapo) to all the bypassers replied with
"Yes it is."
"Okay... where can I throw this away?!"

The second day (yesterday) we went to the Picasso museum and saw old as well as new, previously unshown works in the 'Secret Images' exhibition, where squids have sex with women. Egh! Men are perverts, artists are perverts - Picasso was a true pervert.

However, today (day 3) I saw something even more disgusting - baby squid for tapas. I put my pint of beer infront of the little squid on my mom´s plate, with it´s creepy head and everything! I barely touched my bowl of gazpacho.

The only thing I´ve really enjoyed was the Contemporary Art Museum. I crammed a poster bigger than your dining table into the depths of my bag.
It'll cover my dorm room prison brick walls oh so well.