QUEEN OF THE SCENE

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:58:54 GMT

You're doing it wrong, Renton!

Grin.

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 16:21:37 GMT

Yesterday I was filming my part for one of the BBC's "One Minute" Drama's. It was fantastic, I was referred to as an actress all day and got lots of tea and sandwiches. The best part was the make-up, I mean I knew these people would be good but my god they can actually make you look superhuman! I just couldn't stop staring at myself and how I glowed in the mirror. Would probably have slept in that make-up for five days if I hadn't had to dress up for the Hippykiller gig later that evening.

Filming was good but nerve racking. I was mainly on towards the end when everyone else had finished and so they stood watching me silently. The crew and other actors probably made up about 20 people (not including extras) so it was a bit intimidating having them stare as I attempted to act.

I've never considered being an actress, I never trained and I've never pursued it. But the Casting Director from yesterday's shoot wants to sort me out with an agent. This worries me because I'm afraid of becoming Ricky Gervais in Extras but then again maybe I'll get something out of it. Plus I'm enjoying myself. I'm really really happy.

Apart from that I'm preparing to move house. Should hopefully be able to move out in October if everything goes to plan. Going back to Partick, should never have left! It's a bonnie toon and loads of my pals live there too. I'm going to hang pictures and get a wine rack. No, really. A wine rack. For my smug bastard West End kitchen.

I'm away to make a salad. Thousand Island dressing isn't the stuff they put in Prawn Cocktail is it? I hope not, else I just wasted a pound forty on a bottle of vomit.

Hiya.

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 16:59:22 GMT

Life is good. Apart from job hunting which is a fucking nightmare. There is literally nothing out there, what am I going to DOOOO? Wail. I applied for American Apparel and in a fleeting moment of brave stupidity included a picture of myself in the gold gimp suit with my application. Now not only will I not get an interview, I can probably never show my face in there again.

Hippykiller are doing good, and we've got some fun stuff planned for the next gig (28th March) involving sparklers and gongs. Also performing a new one called Lulu which is meant to be sad but will probably make people laugh due to Travis's kinda uncouth lyrics....

"Oh Lulu, greasy fingers running through your greasy hair
Oh Lulu, last nights make-up, underwear - what underwear?"...and so on.

We're looking for a bass player by the way, anyone fancy auditioning?

Joseph and I have been going out a lot recently, Holy Ghost and the Optimo Lux Interior tribute night were both especially good. Also frequenting the University Café which is possibly my favourite place on earth.

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 12:33:26 GMT

I have broken three mirrors in as many months, that's weird isn't it? All my life I've never once broken a mirror and then all of a sudden BOOM BOOM BOOM, 21 years bad luck.

Valentine's day was sweet but not too embarrassing. Meant to go to Subculture but ended up playing Soul Caliber and watching Night of the Living Dead. I didn't know that film was about racism, a thoroughly depressing couple of hours it was. Good though, I might go to Optimo tonight as I have Kir Royale to drink. Surely a night started off on bubbly alcoholic Ribena can't be anything but good?

I wonder if I should buy another mirror, it'll probably just break like all the rest of them. 28 years. I don't know if I could stand having 28 years bad luck. I'll be past fifty by the time the curse lifts.

Life is full of hard decisions.

On the blog

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 21:27:56 GMT

http://evebulloch.wordpress.com

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 16:47:44 GMT

I feel sort of sad to say goodbye to 2008.

Here's to 2009!

Fuuuuck!

Sun, 21 Dec 2008 10:54:24 GMT

I've left it too late to get the last stint of Christmas shopping done. URGH. Have to hit the town pronto for more wrapping paper, a couple more gifts and to hand out a few Christmas cards. I don't feel festive at all, for Christmas this year Eve Bulloch is getting stress, insomnia and an increased risk of acquiring a criminal record for GBH. I'm struggling to to hold back when battering through the tidal wave of Christmas shoppers.

Last night in work I chucked two 18 year olds out of the pub by the scruff of the neck (actually) for taking coke off one of the tables. How fucking stupid do kids come these days? Seriously. (The last Fri/Sat before Christmas are generally the worst shifts of the year in terms of trouble). I also served 16 men on a pub crawl dressed as Santa. They were awesome. Made so many tips this weekend, for The Vale anyway.

Tonight Jenny is COMING OVER! Very excited, haven't seen her since our teary goodbye in September. We've not been out of touch for more than about three days since then though, we're still totally joined at the hip which feels dead nice actually. She's the love of my life you know.

Hippykiller gig was FANTASTIC! Stuart took some photo's....

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 11:14:48 GMT

My brother woke me up at half seven. He was calling to see if I had any tea because he had none and wanted a cup. I was obviously raging because I'd been up the night before spewing and was schleepy.

Anyway, he came round and I made him a cup of tea then he told me that he actually did have tea and that he was just lonely. AW!! He also brought me a roll and bacon from the van outside but there was an enormous hair in it so I politely declined.

Today I am going to attempt another stint of Christmas Shopping WITH ROB DUNCAN (SWOOON!!), it's going to be eggciting. Then I have to work in the pub while the Celtic match is on, boo.

Also guys, the Hippykiller gig is a week today. ALL INVITED! I've sent out invites via Facebook and stuff. It's in the Vale and it's fancy dress if you wish. The place is looking great after it's "refurb" and there's loads of Christmas lights up and stuff, should be a great night.

I'm going to be a toy soldier.

Toot toot!

Bathupuncture.

Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:04:19 GMT

I just got out of the bath and I've since spent five minutes peeling glittery, confetti-like stars from my body. Removing pointy, sharp, "pretty" objects from the dank crevice of your underboob (AND BEYOND) is not a pleasant operation especially when following an uncomfortable and frustrating, prickly bath.

I'm not a fan.

Boo to lush and all things stupidly, inconveniently girly.

I've been doing a lot of Christmas shopping, the milk of human kindness doth certainly flow through THY veins. Obviously this has been most enjoyable but the weather is just so unbelievably COLD and all my clothes are made of style and not substance. I fell twice this morning (crap Urban Outfitter sale men's shoes) and had to be helped across the car park by a nice Turkish (hazarding a guess at that one) man who saw me slipping and took pity.

The only thing left to note is that Claire Millar left my bedroom on Saturday night STREWN with her brassieres, clothing and TEENIE TINY shoes. I came home early on Sunday morning and it looked like I'd stripped and ravaged her. Mulled wine brings out the beast.

Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:04:06 GMT

Today Karina and I drank mulled wine in George Square and visited Chinatown. I enjoyed gawping at the foreign foods but I just wish I knew what they all were and how to use them! Chinatown smells amaaazing, it reminds me of.... Chinatown in Toronto. I miss Toronto, and foreign lands in general.

I spent Saturday evening drinking red wine and lambrini out of a curly plastic straw...

...then headed to Death Disco for the Digitalism set. However, it was just too busy and we left pretty early. When we got outside it was snowing which was nice, especially since we were intoxicated and imagining Glasgow as a giant snow globe.

I've fallen in love with M&S. I use to think that they'd smell the Lidl off me the minute I walked through the door but it's not true. I belong there! I went to HUTCHESONS' you know. FUCK YOU, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. I bought a steak pie and loads of veg and mulled wine. Eggciting.

I need to start Christmas shopping.

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:49:50 GMT

I saw TV On The Radio and LOW at the weekend. Both were absolutely superb but at a push I'd say Low were my favourite. Kind of inspired me for half an hour to try and write some quiet songs, but then I came to the conclusion that no one would listen to me if I wasn't shouting and I gave up. I've got no real talent anyway, there was a time when I thought I did but these days this cow seems to have been milked dry.

Walking home tonight I passed a tramp digging through a bin like a pig looking for truffles. He looked just like your stereotypical neighbourhood tramp as well... big worn out coat, fingerless gloves, long greasy hair, late fifties. The whole shebang!

Make of that what you will.

I wonder if he sleeps under the bridge?

Hmmm...

Hiyaaa!

Fri, 14 Nov 2008 23:30:14 GMT

I'm knackered, went to that new Lidl on Jamaica Street today and you should SEE THE SIZE OF THE APPLES they have in there. They are the size of cauliflowers, seriously. Was going to buy one but didn't know if I could carry it home. I stocked up on Loo Roll which made me feel very sexy as I lugged it about the cheap German store. My tissue baby. Mmmmm. What else did I buy? Oh I wanted to buy lots of red wine but I think that is tomorrow's task now.

I have an exciting weekend planned, but I have this lurgee that's going about. Nearly fell asleep during rehearsals today. HIPPYKILLER are playing on December the 17th by the way. It's going to be a fancy dress party too so y'all have to come and flaunt yo'selves. I dunno what I'll dress up as but it'll have to involve a beard.

I asked my wee Nephew (who is starting to get a moustache) if he had the best tash in the class and he said "No, Uzma has the best moustache in my class". Uzma is a girl.

Night.

Uuurrrgh

Sat, 01 Nov 2008 12:24:55 GMT

Something hurts in my body. I think it's my ovaries or something, I dunno. I still hate the Pill, although my skin and mood are MUCH better. Anyway enough of that, I'm sure you're all sick of my minging pill banter by now.

I dressed up as Russell Brand last night, it was amazing. Very topical! Went to The Vale for the first gig since Travis has been running things. It was a belter, the atmosphere was back to the way it used to be - nice to see the community hasn't died.

I got really drunk on all the free drinks (working in a pub is amazing) then headed downtown and hung around the CG for half an hour. Didn't stay long though, just as well because I was a mess and I was getting all lovey dovey and embarrassing myself (I think).

Went home, filled my (mole in a dressing gown) hot water bottle and passed out in bed. Woke up at 4am with my arm stinging like a bitch, it was all red and blistered. I must have burnt it on my hot water bottle! It's fucking sore by the way. I'm a bit freaked out by the fact I didn't even wake up as I was frying. That's weird!

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 20:06:28 GMT

I'm giving up and going celibate. I am so, so, so sick of men doing my head in - and what for? WHY? I already know I am my own best friend and I love myself more than anyone else could ever love me. I'll miss the boaby, but my God i'll manage! No more men, forever and ever. Just me and Primark and the rip off Jack Daniels you get out of Sainsbury's for half the price.

Sorted.

<3

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 17:24:45 GMT

My wee heart could burst!

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 13:57:51 GMT

Oh man, I found out today that my flat has a communal roof terrace. AMAZING! Think of all the roof top sexy parties I can now throw overlooking the river. Unfortunately, our key was lost about a year ago and we can't get onto it. I'm totally gutted! I keep on finding random Yale keys around the apartment and dashing up to the top floor to see if they fit. They never fit. The wee terrace lies there taunting me, it's like the Secret Garden. Wail! I'm going to ask my neighbours if I can borrow their keys and cut them.

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 08:11:26 GMT

A large part of last night is gone from memory. Unfortunately the drawn-on moustache isn't. It wasn't even a small one, a massive big porn star handlebar monstrosity done in liquid eyeliner. Monstrocity? Urgh.

I have taken to sporting a drawn-on moustache on nights out. WHY? Why am I so determined to act like a fanny all the time? AND going out constantly is just pissing money away. Literally. I am paying to have loads of expersive pee's. I could just stay at home and pee for free!

Acting like a fanny is also optional, because you're concious of the decision when you don't have a drink in your hand, y'know? URGH. I am definitely going to stop drinking. In a few years.

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 13:21:07 GMT

Told you it was the best t-shirt ever.

Thu, 15 May 2008 17:03:22 GMT

So, I have finished Uni for the summer. Yuh huh. Tonight my Dad is taking me to Kublai Khans for dinner, I am very excited about eating the exotic animals. I'm hoping for Panda but apparently that's not allowed? Don't see why they can't just breed some for eatin'. Man, I am so hungry right now.

Dad is coming round at 7pm to drop Jockie Boy (dug) off as I am looking after him over the weekend. I am looking forward to this as he was my childhood companion and I like getting to spend quality time with him and catch up on what he's been up to. Great guy.

I used to drive my mother MAD by cutting that stupid little lock of hair into my 'do. I thought I looked very cool, I didn't. I never did. My mother dressed me until I was fifteen.

Oh man I want to eat all the animals NOOOWWWW.

Wed, 14 May 2008 11:24:08 GMT

Another gorgeous day.

I'm sitting listening to the new Hippykiller set, lots of harmonica and stuff. Trying to work out my arrangements, it's a very nice way to spend such a glorious morning.

Robert is still making me feel sick. He's still not making an effort, I finally managed to force him over to the flat - but only because he'd shoved all my things into bags and wanted them dropped off. He usually starts practice at 8 and we got to my flat at 6, he was trying to shoot right off but I knew he had no rush to get anywhere. Didn't say two words, didn't compliment the flat. Wail. Had a very sad lonely evening. Text him something nice, no reply. Text him again to ask him to let me know when he got home, he replied at 1am saying "That's me home". Nothing nice, no "goodnight" or anything.

We're never going to get through this.

Anyway, nearly finished Uni, hoorah! Working tonight BOOOO. Rangers game and all that, wail. Claire wants me to go to the Buff but dunno if I can, we'll see. I have a 20 minute presentation tomorrow morning at 9.30. Eek.

Right, I have to leave for band practice now, hope everyone is good.

LOVE Hz

Tue, 15 Jan 2008 00:11:17 GMT

LOVE Hz (hurts); a light-hearted dark comedy about love lost and remembered. With robots.

Jenny and I filmed it today in the rain.
ENJOY!

A teary entry for a tear-away.

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 16:04:10 GMT

"Well done Del, for no bein' deid!"

I honestly don't think that anyone could have been happier last night. An ace evening, top banter, brilliant company and best of all our dear, dear friend ambling around drunk and very much alive.
Never take your friends for granted because they are totally irreplaceable.

It won't be too long before everybody remembers what an arsehole he is, but.
MWAH!X

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 10:30:35 GMT

HAPPY HALLOWE'EN.

Centurion

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 14:31:14 GMT

CENTURION

This is my latest offering music wise. It's been my set opener for about a year now but i've only just managed to get it recorded properly.
Click on the title (Centurion) and let me know what you think.

Kind regards,
Eve

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 10:38:36 GMT

Oh dear.

Robert's mother kindly did some of our washing while we were away and she's gone and washed my sexy pants. My sexy pants have been in her house and on her washing line FOR ALL TO SEE. I am mortified beyond belief. Murdoch Dewar has seen the pants i wear to lure his son with. Awful.

ANYWAY. Aviemore was awesome, i haven't put the pictures on my Photobucket yet but once i do i'll post them on here. Kayaking was great, we hired a couple and spent a couple of hours going up the rivers and across the lochs. it was incredible, so tranquil. I wish i could have taken my camera but we got far too wet to enable camera carrying.

We also went on a 35 mile mountain biking adventure. The uphills were a bitch but well worth it for flying down the mountain sides afterwards. My calves were pulsating for a full day afterwards, still having a bit of trouble sitting down. Anyway, all in all it was great.

Went to the Cathouse last night but it was a bit rubbish. It was lovely to see all those pretty faces but i wasn't really feeling it and we left pretty early. We were in the Vale beforehand which was pretty awesome. I got my picture taken with an old man who had fallen asleep at his table. Trés humourous.

Well, i better go and get ready. We're going to ikea to get some new shelves and units for the kitchen. ORGASM. We need to paint it too, i really want to paint it orange but Robert won't let me, he's such a blandy blandersons.