I'm going to America in a couple of weeks, which I am very, very excited about. I've wanted to go there ever since hearing Kim Wilde's classic pop hit "The Kids in America" when I was eight years old, after sending off for a mix-cassette tape with four tokens from a Weetabix box. After that you could often find me staring sulkily out of my bedroom window, imagining that "down below the cars in the city go rushing by". They didn't, of course, seems I grew up in the middle of the Snowdonia National Park, nothing below my bedroom window but a pleasant green meadow.
I'm going to visit Bjarni, who's all the way over in Cali (as I've taken to calling it, in a casual, overly-familiar kind of way) learning how to be a proper nerd at Google. I'm hoping that by the time I get there he'll have sold them one of his nerdy-enterprises for roughly 1.6 billion dollars, and we can spend the week lounging around on his luxury yacht, or posting gleeful videos on YouTube, or whatever it is that nerds do after striking it rich.
Hmm, he's already getting a little bit bling bling without me, by the sounds of it. According to his blonk he's been zooming around San Fransico bay in a private jet. Or something. Oh, I hope he doesn't go off me. Maybe I'll get there only to find he's traded me in for a blingier model, like Paris Hilton, perhaps. But then again, he hasn't seen my foxy glasses/mullet combo yet, which I'm certain will reel him back in.
Kim Wilde is a gardener now, in Kent. Which just goes to show that anything can happen.
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I got some 45 vinyl singles from the same era - you had to collect tokens off Rice Krispies. One of them had Shakin Stevens (did you know him, being Welsh and that?) with This Old House, and the flip side had KC and the Sunshine Band's Give it up. Good times.
ReplyDeleteYes, I loved Shakin' Stevens! Not only was he Welsh but he had the same birthday as me. I don't know how I've carried that information all the way with me into adulthood, but there you go. I feel a great affinity with him.
ReplyDeleteOther tracks on the mix-tape included "C'Mon Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners and "There's a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He's Elvis" by somebody that I can't remember the name of.
Do you remember the one-sided floppy vinyl they sometimes stuck to cereal boxes and covers of magazines like Number One, Look In and Fast Forward?
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't know anything about vinyl. I have no idea how to put a record on, I just know it's something to do with a needle.
ReplyDeleteI do, however, remember Fast Forward. My mum used to buy it for me, and Smash Hits for my brother. Then I moved onto Smash Hits and my brother moved on to ... well, something glossier no doubt.
Just a little secret, no one really calls it Cali. Especially not anyone from California.
ReplyDeleteOh god how could he ever trade you for one of those bimbo hoes like Paris and them. With your stunning beauty and freckles they dont stand a chance! And the nerd will pull through with the income - just look at Bill Gates, Im sure Bjarni will be the next BG. Just remember who your friends are when you are filthy rich and can have everything in the world. I'll be your bitch if you want to.
ReplyDeleteRegards, The beautiful lesbian ;)
P.S. Im going to the other end of the world in december for a whole month - all the way to Australia. Got too see you before then.
Hello my beautiful lesbian! A month in Oz, that's great, yes let's hook up before then. I would offer to make you dinner but I can't cook, so let's just go out.
ReplyDeleteDylan, by the time I leave the place, everybody will be calling it Cali.
Everybody will also be saying "ridick" and sporting fashionable mullets and tortoiseshell spectacles.
Oooh, I know this one! There's a guy works down the chip shop was by Kirsty MacColl.
ReplyDeleteHi Annie and big thanks for your comments on my blog! Mwah!
Ooo, ooo! If you find yourself in San Francisco, head to the Ghirardelli Chocolate Manufactory for an ice cream sundae. They are magnificent, and you know Kim Wilde would.
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ReplyDeleteI don't know you, but you seem nice. So if you make it up to Washington State sometime, you can crash at my place. If I have a place, or if I'm even in Washington. Well, at least I'm good at crashing... no, wait...
Dear Annie
ReplyDeleteI'm going to start commenting more on your blog instead of selfishly writing long chronological narratives on my own. Then maybe someone will invite me to stay at their place in Washington State.
And by the way I HATED Shakin' Stevens. I can't BELIEVE we are soulmates sometimes!
Hmmmm I'm going to have your plane diverted to Washington D.C.(not State) so we can have a natter and mug o'scald.Do they have Bovril in Iceland? Can you throw a few jars out the window when you pass over? That's if the whole diverting thing doesn't happen that day.Sound.
ReplyDeleteKirtsy MCColl sang the Chip Shop song? That's confusing. I thought she only ever sang the only good Christmas song that ever existed.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the offer Thom, that's very kind of you. I will be mostly in San Francisco though, checking out this ice cream place of Huw's.
Horsey, how can you possibly hate someone Welsh with the same birthday as me? Unreal. I don't really remember his songs though, you'll be pleased to know. Wasn't he an Elvis impersonator?
Devin, I'd LOVE to have a natter with you over a cup of Bovril! No, they don't sell it here. But please don't divert my plane, flying is going to be scary enough as it is. I'm expecting lots of great tips over at your place over the next week or so. No more stories of giant turkeys crashing into the windscreens. Although that did give me great faith in your lot I have to say.
have you seen the ads where Kim Wilde is selling vitamin tablets or something. Is she meant to be the fountain of youth - personally im not convinced.
ReplyDeleteId feel better buying vitamin tablets off someone like Cher or Joan Rivers
Have fun In 'Cali'
ReplyDeleteI must say i really hate it when words get shortened, Cali is a good example. Tell your man not to get sucked into this madness, stop him now before it's too late and he shortens lots more important words!
No, no, it's me that shortens word, not him. And anyway, shortening words is fab!
ReplyDeleteKirsty McColl song the great song THANK YOU FOR THE DAYS!
ReplyDeleteIt not a bad album to learn how to play the guitar to.
You enjoy your self annie, you'll look good in bling!
Whoops! Sorry Annie, i am having a very moody day. Because it's you, the shortening of words that is fine with me!
ReplyDeleteI love that song!
ReplyDeleteHi anonymous, now I have Thank You For The Days stuck in my head AND the Christmas song.
ReplyDeleteMimi, no worries, that was funny.
Yeah. Whenev I try to short w's, it jus looks like I can't spel. Annie's way better at it.
ReplyDelete"Thank You For The Days," is that not Elvis Costello?
ReplyDeleteFor the record, you can say "So Cal," but not "No Cal." And don't call it "Frisco" while you're there, although all us non-Frisco-otherwise-California-natives do it when we're not actually in San Francisco.
And if you really want to do the cheesy thing in Frisco, go to the corner of Haight & Ashbury and have a pic snapped with a flower in your hair. And buy a bamboo back scratcher in Chinatown.
I definitely definitely definitely want a picture of me with a flower in my hair. And I want to ask someone if they know the way to San Jose.
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