where to begin? probably by saying that internet at the quadrant is not as good as internet at home which is a bit frustrating. but that is hardly the biggest news of the day.

last night i went to see pj harvey at the civic. there were fairy lights. I AM A SUCKER FOR FAIRY LIGHTS. but more important GUESS WHO SURPRISED ME OUTSIDE THE CIVIC THEATRE. only AL. only one of the funniest people alive. only someone i haven't seen for over eighteen months. she has been in japan. and i can't believe i haven't blogged about her more. i found some blog posts, like this, but given that my internet is so friggen slow at the mo' .... i am sure there is more.

anyway, after a joyful reunion and a few hiccoughs, including talking to some guy who had been in antarctica and was now looking to buy a pj harvey ticket, we had to part so that we could go to our seats. and i watched pj harvey be awesome. i am not her biggest fan or anything but by the end i was super in to her.

here is a clip of her singing when under ether, apparently. don't even begin to think that my internet can play this....



the guy next to me was there for the crowd surfing rocking numbers. he was disappointed. i felt it in his snarky clapping. the woman on the other side kept checking the time. but i sense she was in to it. probably just trying to get home for the babysitter. there were a lot of that type at the concert.

after the show we ran into alex again (mr antarctica) and ruined our chances of having a valentine by walking away from him and instead going to some dive of a cafe and drinking milkshakes (me) and hot chocolates (AL). and i took selfies. and it was like old times. only better because the boys in dorkland aren't the boys in wellington so there was new stuff to talk about.

today we might go to an aquarium. but first breakfast. maybe we'll test the french toast in dorkland. and then life ambition fulfilled. cos it is INTERPOL TONIGHT.

so my high school is having a reunion. old girls of the nineties rejoice. anyway, i think i would probably end up self harming if i actually attended so guess what? since i'm not actually middle aged, i wont be at the loaded hog that (or really any) night.

but in honour of the girls making an effort i've been listening to ub40s best of volume one for the last two days. there's a rat in mi kitchen. and all that. in 1994, i was on holiday staying with my cousins in christchurch. they were all old - like nineteen - and smoked and had boyfriends and drove and had ub40 tapes that we listened to when driving to akaroa (they also had billy joel, which i secretly preferred but kept quiet about cos i didn't want to be judged). plus i went to an all you can eat buffet with my aunt and uncle and the rsa or something and someone played rat in mi kitchen on the juke box and i thought i was the most cosmopolitan person in the world when i like recognised the hardcore reggae.

anyway, when i came back to wellington a week and a lifetime later i took up ub40. i even remember the day i bought it on lambton quay. and then rode the cable car listening to it on my bff's walkperson on the way up to visit her dad at the university (why, i'm not sure, but i remember doing it).

then in my first or second year of university, when i was too cool for reggae and all about the cure, my bff and i held a car boot sale - literally - at the old markets where reading cinemas are now and sold my tape.

this week though, i discovered that my cowoe, who sits two seats away, has the same album on cd!!! and then, when i got the invite to the reunion i knew it was fate. so i played that cd, ripped it to my work pc and blissed freakin' out. high school memories freakin' rule.