Bedsheets and Record Deals
I actually went to John Lewis to spend the vouchers my dad gave me on a bookcase, to help with the Book Problem. But the one that I wanted, which had been just on £200 on the Christmas sales, was now back to £300 and I just couldn't do it. So instead I floated around, buying everything that took my fancy. My favourite perfume, Spellbound, which I haven't worn in ages, because I needed to break its association with my awful ex. Paisley table napkins. Posh tights. Portmeirion China, Botanic Garden pattern, in an utter panic as the shop was closing in ten minutes, which I realised was a stroke of genius when I woke up this morning and ate my oatmeal off it.Oh, and bed linen. It turns out that AMP, Anna and I have all simultaneously and spontaneously bought new bed linen, for effectively the same reason. If - shock horror - we actually managed to get a hott boy back to our respective flats, we wanted to have beautiful bedding to attract and ensnare them into the bedroom. Hence my paisley sheets.
Anyway, I walked back to the Champion to meet AMP for a glass of wine, thinking we were just going to have a girly chat to make up for all the squabbling but no, I found myself dragged into a Proper Band Meeting with our manager and everything. The subject under discussion was the single for Brainlove Records. I've been of two minds about this for various reasons, some personal, some aesthetic, some business related. My former band had such negative experiences with record labels that I've been loathe to get involved with one again. (Especially after a press release landed in my inbox stating that we were going to release it BEFORE I had actually agreed. Grrrrrr.)
The ins and outs of the discussion were tedious and I shall spare you them. The song being discussed is "Stronger". The deal would be a split single as part of a singles club. I finally broke down, feeling a bit strong-armed and outvoted, and agreed with the sole condition that I listen to and like the flipside. My bandmates are over the moon with joy and excitement and anticipation. I wish I could share it. I feel a rising sense of panic and "oh no, here we go again..."
Now I know that this is the same "snatching defeat from the jaws of victory*" type logic that turned having a dirty dronerock boy in my bed into a disaster of national proportions earlier in the week. Maybe it's PMT (I was so jangled and hormonal that I cried on the train today when I got to the big of Big Bang where it looked like the Space Shuttle Disaster was going to scupper the COBE project), maybe it's my Gut Instinct peeking through, maybe it's just the old Black Dog trying to tell me that everything I touch turns to shite.
Anyway, who cares? I have paisley sheets and a sofa of sex. And we might have a single coming out. Now I've just got to re-record the guitars and MIX the bloody thing. ::bashes head against the desk::
*Sorry - I hate this phrase. It was a standard cliche of the same ex that the bloody song is about. Why has he been on my mind so much lately?
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Being of less means than you and AMP, my bed linen isn't quite so swanky, but I love it nonetheless. I have one set in plain, dark red and another set in a lovely damson purple (which should look nice with my hair. Vain darling? Me?) The old ones just had to go. They were a gorgeous vivid Schiaparelli pink and then faded to the kind of colour that made me look like a really wet girl, the type who has kitten posters or something.
Now I just need someone to roll around in them with me. AMP's slept in them, but, although she is a sex goddess, she wasn't quite what I was after. Maybe new sheets just draw other women who've bought new sheets?
I think so. We've reached that age when we are only attracted/attractive to the housewares of other womens. Sigh.
Where are those groupies that we were promised? Maybe after the single comes out...
I think you might be onto something there. Your bedlinen is basically way too nice for boys. What you want to do, right, is get your sheets from Primark like I do...
FMM - Mine were from some cheap warehouse place in Wolverhampton. That, I think, waxes Primark.
well, it doesn't matter. ain't nobody gonna be sleeping in my bed for the rest of time. just me and my paisleys. fuck the rest of the world.
-not amp really but kate at her house
ha, my word verification ends "wub" - no wub around these parts no more. :-(
I don't think straight men give a fuck about sheets, do they? They change their sheets even less often than I do, as far as I know. What were we thinking?
It's also somewhat tragic we've left all these comments about flipping sheets.
You know, dude, perhaps I just have a particularly cool duvet cover, but several boys I've had in my bed over the past few years have actually commented on just how cool my sheets are. (I mean, my duvet is paisley with elephants on them.)
In fact, there was one Dirty Dronerock Boy (not even a boy I was shagging, but guest of my housemate) who used my bed and left me a note saying how cool my bedroom was and HE HAD THE SAME DUVET COVER.
So some boys do notice.
(And yes, furniture/housewares is the new sex.)
I would just like to confirm that the sheets theory totally *works*. I finally put the new 200-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets from Heals on the bed for the very first time on the day of our gig. And look what happened! :)
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