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Crazycrone's Corner

Complaining, Crabbing,Caterwauling...

Nice Day!...
artist
crazycrone
Yesterday was actually quite pleasant, bright and breezy, with a bit less humidity. I braved all the roadworks and diversions to get over to Mayfair, to check out an exhibit of R Next Door's chum A's paintings. She was showing stuff by her two daughters and ex-husband, too; quite a gifted family. A is rich, although I don't know if it's all down to her sales, but she seems to do very well. Her work, mostly landscapes, is very skilled, but too conventional for my taste. It all looks quite pleasant, in the  nice little gallery,which is a bit off the beaten track, so she complained she hasn't sold that much. Must be nice to sell anything, though...
I didn't much fancy the current subtitled thriller on BBC4, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, but it was actually quite decent, so I'm gonna watch it, now.

"Drat Such Weather"
squintbadtz
crazycrone
Thank the gods for 'mostly cloudy', and often breezy. It isn't that hot, but it still feels like I'm trying to  breathe through a wet flannel. The sun keeps burning through now, too. Yetch.
My hospital appointment was a bit frustrating, as they often are. The consultant seems to think that an operation won't help the gruesome state of my leg, as the circulation isn't all that bad, and asked if I'd seen a dermatologist. I've been asking the GP if I could see one for ages, but she reckons that nothing can help much, and I'll have a horror film limb for the rest of my days.
Well, I'm lucky to see medics at all, I suppose. My sister in the USA is living in terror. If Trump gets his way, they'll be unable to afford any medical coverage, soon.
I'm such an old bore, now. All I can think of to write about is the hideous weather and my multitude of ailments.
Oh, there's Stuff on Telly, too.  That IN THE DARK mystery started out OK, but this week  it was just silly, with a very obvious outcome.
I also watched the first episode of GOT7. Nothing terribly exciting yet, just setting up. (Mild spoilers ahead-) Tormund is still leering enthusiastically at the disgusted Brienne, and is likely going to end up 'orribly deceased so she can discover, too late, how much she really liked him. *Sniff*. Littlefinger is also impressed by Brienne, but is his interest sexual or homicidal ?
Poor brain-the-size-of a-planet Sam is tantalised by the locked secret library of the maesters, while having to work with foul slops in the kitchen, and  overflowing bedpans, when he's not humping huge dusty tomes for the ungrateful old scholars...
Reminded me of my years of toil at the Coli! Jaime and The Hound continue their progresssion into good-guys, and Arya, aided by her Faceless powers, performs a nifty wipeout.

Doodlediary:


Insane In Da Brain...
Twitch Bugs
crazycrone
I ordered a new rollator walker, although I find them embarrassing, as my shopping trolley isn't holding up all that well. Now I just have to figure out how to put it together.
I've been brooding a lot on the possibility of dementia setting in. My memory is getting worse all the time. My attention span is pathetic,I can't draw or write, etc... I didn't work out, as I was waiting for the delivery, but may try to force myself in the afternoon. So hot, though.
I don't know if it's my crumbling mind or some glitch, but I'm having a lot of trouble posting comments and stuff on FB. Things vanish, or else appear in absurd multiples. Grumble.


Time Lady!
crazydr
crazycrone
Well, that's interesting. I'm still pissed off at losing Capaldi, but who knows? This could be good, if only to amusingly  convulse haters.
It's amazing how seriously people can take stuff like this.
I am, of course, sick, due to the excruciating, if mercifully unsunny weather. There's just no damn air to breathe.
Carried on reading about the louche, loony antics of Radclyffe Hall and friends. The extravagance of rich people's lifestyles in those days was just fabulous. When she moved into 'Chip Chase,' 'John' bought a nearby cottage for her and Una's fave medium, so they could have her on tap for daily seances...
Watched TRUMBO, which was worthy, but overlong and largely dull.
Nearly time for the next ep of HANDMAID'S Tale. Hey ho,,,

(no subject)
moi
crazycrone
Continuing to feel completely frelled; all systems malfunctioning. The humidity just doesn't let up, although I'm grateful for a bit less heat and sun.
I've been going to the park rather late, as I've felt so queasy, but once I do jiggle about a bit, I feel better for a while.I was talking to old C about Soho in the olden days, Bunjy's, the Macabre, all those good cafes and greasy spoons to hang out in. They're nearly all long gone, now. *Sigh*.
Nothing much to distract me on TV. That OINK!  pig documentay was well received, but I would probably get upset...Maybe I'll check out THE YOUNG POPE
I've been obsessing about Radclyffe Hall again. Strange, I found her fascinating since I was a kid, although she was really a rather obnoxious snob, and heinous writer...The arty Lesbos of that era always interest me. I read THE WELL OF LONELINESS at about 13,because it was one of those 'Bad Books' you weren't supposed to look at, but  they had the paperback in Woolworth's. Crap as it was, I liked the heroine's love of animals, and cried when she had to shoot Rafferty the horse. There was, of course, nada about actual sex. and I became afraid that I was an 'invert' because I wanted to cut my hair off and wear trousers all the time!
When I worked in Hadley Wood, I was quite excited that I passed  'Chip Chase' all the time. RH lived there with lover Una Troubridge for a few years. Your couldn't really see the house ( a Mock Tudor castle, I believe-) but I used to nose around on the leafy drive a bit, but was scared to go too far, in case I got arrested.It was a very posh area.
I also liked her style; well some of it. The boxy tweed suits didn't turn me on much...My mother made me wear those!
I've started reading THE TRIALS OF RADCLYFFE HALL, which I've never got round to, until now. Entertaining so far.

Doodlediary:

TMI Again...
razzinbadtz
crazycrone
Just barfed again. It seems to happen  even more often when I've just eaten something 'healthy', like salad. Oh well,
I've got a doctor's appointment for next week. You'd think I'd lose a bit of weight, though...
It was lovely this morning; cool breezes and cloud cover, but when I got to the park, it was full of screaming kids, having a Sport Day or something, so I had to wait until the sunny afternoon to exercise. Feck.
The new thriller on BBC1, IN THE DARK, seems quite interesting, so far.
BIG BROTHER has definitely got the most unlikeable, boring housemates EVER this year. I didn't mind cantankerous 'old' (56) Joe, but he's been evicted.
Today's 'Mrs. Brady, Old Lady' moment: At the mall in Wandsworth, I emitted an involuntary squawk when suddenly accosted by somebody dressed as a Krispy Kreme Doughtnut! They coulda given me a free sample, at least...

Doodlediary:


Barf...
Going to Hell
crazycrone
Ohhh, Jeezus...This morning I felt sooo sick, I actually didn't even attempt my 'workout'. I was wrecked by the short walk to Cedars Road to pick up a paper. The air is just so thick and filthy, and the sun beating down...I'm a bit scared. How long can this weather go on? I guess a lot of other old people are more or less prisoners indoors when it's like this. Even as a kid, I found summer unpleasant and uncomfortable; now I actually fear it, and it keeps me from doing stuff I might otherwise be able to force myself to do; social life, etc.
I keep the cat's food bowl in a tray full of water, to deter the ants, but this morning, there they were, regardless!
I'm OD~ing on Rennies', even though I'm not eating much. Guess I will have to see the doctor.
Update on EAST ENDERS' Dave the Cat...He's alive, and presented himself at the hospital, looking for Dot, who was upstairs mourning him, on her bed of broken hip pain. It looks like there may be a custody battle with the boring new couple on the Square, though. We now have a case of teen incest resulting in pregnancy, and all. There  are scores of boring stories going on in EE at present. The Dave saga is the most involving!
 Finished watching the OITNB season, and several very bad horror films. I couldn't even think of doing anything less lame.

Doodlediary:


Dammit!
fingers
crazycrone
It looks like Dave, the EASTENDERS cat has been found, dead in a bin. Cats on that programme always get bumped off. Poor Dot will be sad...Unless it's a case of mistaken identity, of course.
Got some exercising done, fairly early this morning, but I still feel sick as anything, and the hearburn's hanging around, too. Urp! It's a nasty affliction. I never had it when I was young.
I haven't been able even to doodle crudely, or read, in this heat. I re-watched last week's TWIN PEAKS, ep 8, to fully absorb all the weirdness, though. Mental.
I've noticed while unable to sleep, that some fools keep  doing wheelies at great speed up and down Wandsworth Road in the dead of night. That's pretty scary. I've been nervy about  motorcycles ever since I walked in front of that woman last week...
I've been noticing recently that there are a lot more Muslims around here than there used to be; nearly every other woman on the street seems to be in a hijab, if not the full body wrap-up. No offence meant, just sayin'. It all seems quite sudden.


Doodlediary:

Steamy and Stinky...
badtzprone
crazycrone

One of the worst things about summer in London is the  heavy smell of piss hanging in the air, just about everywhere you go...

I felt ill yesterday, couldn't get much sleep at night, and felt rough again today. Yuck.

There was a funeral leaving from the block this morning. 'Nan' in flowers in the hearse. I don't know who it was, but I was duly creeped out.

The girl in Coffee Lover gave me a free baklava, which was kind of her.

Wish I could manage to function a bit. I just have no energy at all, for anything.

I've got nothing to say, obviously.  I'm just testing the new LJ Editor, which doesn't make much sense at all, so far.


Steamy and Stinky...
moi
crazycrone

One of the worst things about summer in London is the smell of piss hanging in the air, just about everywhere you go... 

I felt ill yesterday, couldn't get much sleep at night, and felt rough again today. Yuck.

There was a funeral leaving from the block this morning. 'Nan' in flowers in the hearse. I don't know who it was, but I was duly creeped out.

The girl in Coffee Lover gave me a free baklava, which was kind of her.

Wish I could manage to function a bit. I just have no energy at all, for anything.

I've got nothing to say, I'm just testing the new LJ Editor, which doesn't make much sense.



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