Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Fookin' 'Ippy!

Bought some jeans the other day that were original 1972 flared wranglers from a charity shop for£3. Apparently the ironic thing is that they would have cost £3 back in the day! The heat is making me go all weird, not happy weird as I'm a Capricornus moody bitch at the best of times, sulking around urban areas in thee rain wearing too much eyeliner, but "EEEK! Too much in life can't cope with stress" weird. Moley and I have been touristy, going to the spacecentre (which was educational and overpriced) but it did make me think a bit about plays and staging. Revisited Mermaids and Kirsten's story is far too all over the place and needs a strengthing htread to pull it through. Concluded hte thread was to emphasise her loss. Loss of life, loss of love and loss of herself in hte overall narrative. this in turn will give me a headace and make me later think "but what did she gain?" and I know the answer won't be nothing as I glance at hippies slumped like dead bumblbees on parks and hum in my head "my fahter when I was younger took me up onto the hill, looked down on the city streets and all the factory spill, said "now this is where I come, when I want to be free" but he never was in his lifetime, but these words stuck with me." Saw Kelly-Anne the other day. She lives on Moacre Hill with her fella and babies and benifits and she seems happy, but then again, she's the type to be happy in any situation. Doing Semper stuff and feeling bogged, bogged, bogged. should start looking at things in bitesized chunks rahter then everything all together. Mole is cooking dinner tonight, don't be surprised if I phone in sick tomorrow with real dioreeah.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Macral Fillets are the work of the Gods


They really are. I just cant stop eating tins of them. Rosemary Connoly even likes them and says they are healthy so it cant be that bad an obsession. If someone knows where to buy the type in curry or chilli sauce please tell me, they're the best.

On other news I went with my pet mole to Nottingham over hte weeked to visit crazy Mark. He's very strange and seems to have a little following of seventeen year old psudo-hippies with names like Cyrus and Patty. Oh very bohemian! Perissa (his new girlfriend) had radically reamped the house and even painted the toilets pink! Hoffy took me on the Tales of Robin Hood ride which was horrendiously expensive and all because a wobbling jelly.

first rehersals / read thru for a play that I havent written yet on saturday. bricking and it are used in the same sentance.

Going to the space centre on Friday. Never been, might be a laugh to be a tourist in your own city.

Monday, July 16, 2007

I'm Famous! I'm from Leicester!









reading about fucked up ladies


cant be helping the grey matter that consitutes as my brain these days seeing as im convinced that being a "real" writer stems from an unholy desire to throw yourself and put your head in the oven (yes all at the same time).

I've suddenly become intrested in Pearl Lowe as she is a right one! Gossip column inches galore!

and i bought dirty blonde the other day. Dearie me. I'm begining to think there I have lots in common with Courtney Love than i once thought.

other news im backstoying and its rambling nonsence explaining Alfie, Mary and Emily.

Squatter Punk documentary

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=c0IZdP3x66Y

I dunno if this links but watch it anyway, either that or go on YouTube and just type in "punk 1983" and watch the documentary about squatters in the 80's.

The boy with the pink double mohekan is called John, he's the one that gets beer pulled over his head. It was his 17th birthday and the camera crew paid for the beers. He got £150 for doing the doc and in 1983 that was a lot of money.

John now works with me. He's a housing adviser for a charity and I'm pretty sure he hates his job and would love to have the freedom of being 17 again!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

Broken Mole

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS TYPE-O,S THAT ARE NOT MY DOING EITHER INTENTIONALLY OR UNINTENTIONALLY. THE FORWARD SLASH BUTTON DOES NOT WORK, NOR DOES THE APOSTROPHIE

Well, that decides it... I have to leave my job, not by choice anymore, but I am far too embarassed to go into work on Monday morning following last Fridays Work-do.

I took Hoffmole for moral support, needless to say im not a "team player" in any way shape or form, I,ll get the job done, but please don,t insult your intellegence and mine by insinuating that just becuse i work with you means I have to like you. Anyway - I digress into bitter bial and hatred again... I took Hoffy with me on the work do which was themed "its a knock out ] tekeshi,s castle" and Hoffy got broken. He landed on his hand or somehting and we think he bust a bone in his wrist, trouble with the Hoff is that he,s a bit of an arsehole and stubborn to a fault and won,t do anyhting that anybody says, so after medical people who just-so-happened-to-attend the do had said "go to hopsital" and he ignored it i was feeling a little peeved.

didnt help that he hten proceded to get so drunk to block out the pain that he insulted people and yelled at me to the point that i wasnt going to bother with any of it any more (seriously - i really dont need this crap, ive been in some baaaaaaaddddd relationships in my past this one is fairly easy - its just when he gets drunknjellous) he came out with the clasic lines "so which is the christian that you hate then?" and "All these people are so nice, I can,t believe you want to leave this job" and [to the gay guy] "Can I stroke your chest? Your nice" and [to the christian] "blahblahblah, night I got pushed through a window... hitting exboyfriend over head with mirrors... can i feel you up?" so yeah, I cant go to work on monday, I,ll just die of embarassment
In other news the novel is going in a good way... I have some instances that i want to structure... bloody Facebook has given me inspiration via the use of dregging up old people from my past that i thought had fallen off the edge of the earth and in turn old storied that were locked away in the freezer stores of my mind. adding that to the origianl ending of john hughes,s pretty in pink (where molly ringwold actually gets with the guy who dosent deserve her, he deserves jeninne from ghostbusters who staples the records to the celing) then i have a good subplot that rivals the amin plot and makes me think my origianl plot is the subplot (!!!!)

Starchild and the cave... blah! I think hte serpent is starchild penis, thats why hes allways depressed! and after things that he dosnet really want. and why the cave feels sorry for it!

now im also cutting - no! not a self harmer! i mean Im cutting mermaids for a 10 mins one actress (Kate davis) performance at Sumo. and thats being a pain in the arse.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

waste of time


Just wasted hours on fucking arsey Facebook. I just spent the entire evening looking up people that i used to go school with and going "wow - everyone looks much more slimmer/happier/hotter than me" when i should have been arts councilling and writing starchild (deadline in 6 weeks! eek!) but no... i wanted to see if Cassipia Ball or Mathew Mawsley remembered who i was and if i could find any ex boyfriends who have got skabies or rat related illnesses :(

On other news ive been inspired. RTS is the way forward - but not reclaim the streets, more reclaim the stage and just do an RTS for theatre... will i get arrested? probablly !

also been applying for a new job that has stressed me out for the past 4 days trying to get the damned paperwork right. grr.

and Hoff and i have to go on one of my wanky works do's on friday. Expensive and crappy, but I'll get accused of not being a "team player" or whatever if i dont go. its all fun and games!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

rah!

I am never going to be "dainty"

I am never going to like Christians, no matter how much they want me to.

I am never going to care about shuffling paper

I am never going to care.

I am never going to smile

What was supposed to disapear?

Was I supposed to disapear?

I can't.

Every waking moment of every stinking day I'm confronted with one person and it's me.

me. me. me. me. me. me.

me.

If you look at your reflection

Is it all you want to be?

Anyone who has ever loved me was an asshole. Anyone who will ever love me will be an asshole.

My Boyfriend looks like a mole!

Sunday, July 01, 2007

tralala


I've been asked to sing in a band. This is not the first time this has happened. I get asked about once a year, not because I can actually sing, but because I tend to hum when drunk and I'm female with stupid hair and an ability not to really give a shit about anything. I get asked and then back out, because, allthough I can carry a tune and am not really that bad, I think I am and just cant be in front of people, but nevertheless, I'm kinda flattered, even if its a wanky electro-metal band (or somehting) It means I'll be poncing about my bedroom singing Daisy Chainsaw and Belinda Carlile into a deoderant can for a few weeks until it comes to rehersal and I back out.

The correct way to use a knife and fork.


Could someone please tell me? For my entire life I have evedently been using cutlery wrong!



I always thought they were devises to shovel food into ones mouth quicker than my dad could thieve chips and fishfingers off my plate.



Apparently, I missed the point.