Friday, September 30, 2005

Ok, at time of writing I see 5,003 on my counter.

And according to the Site Meter counter number 4,999 was reached by an IP address in California, specifically San Francisco. (Spinsterwitch?)

5,000 was reached by....

*Drumroll please*

Ridgemont in Milton Keynes in England.

An Address In Reading PA was 5,001 so I'm guessing that was you Sunshine.
Hyde - According to the Site-referrer you were actually 4,998, if you were the New York address
I'm not sure whether there was a hitch on keeping up with the hits that came by or what but the winner seems to be Milton Keynes!

If you guys wanna check it out I think you can all access it by clicking the counter at the bottom.

And Congratulations to Milton Keynes. If you want to claim the prize can you drop me an email by Monday? If not then according to the rules of the game, it'll roll over to the next nearest which is 4,999.
I went to bed at 3am ready for my New Deal appointment, of which I'm not happy at 10.30. In order to get to Woolwich I need to get on the 178 (A very, very good bus as its direct) or the 386 (A good bus if you need to time waste before you get to Woolwich as it goes all round the back-streets and takes a good 10 - 20 minutes longer that the 178)
(I digress)
Anyway, this means I leave my house an hour before I need to be there and I wake up 8am, still rather pissed off about Nanny being here.
At 8.45 they ring and cancel my appointment - Wow cheers for that fuckfaces.
So I go shopping with Nanny and Mum instead.
After the brief argument over needing to wear a seatbelt, we arrive at Asda, she gets distracted by a baby.
Every few minutes she stops and looks at the stuff in a trolley.
"is this ours?"
"No Nan, look this one five millimetres away is ours."
"Oh yeah."
Every bit of food we look at and add to our trolley, she tries to add and we try and convince her otherwise.
"Ooh I dunno whether to get that or not."
Cue 10 minutes of patient waiting while she thinks, it always ends the same way.
"Oooh I'll get it, hopefully he'll be home tonight."
"No Nanny, he's in all weekend remember?"
"Is he?"
Its exhausting.
When we got home it was "Has he rung?"
"G rang remember?"
"Oh yes."
"So has he rung yet?"
"G rang for him, remember?"
For the 2oth time she tried something different.
"Ooh I'd have thought G or Granddad have rung by now."

And shock, horror we've got her again tonight EVEN THOUGH Uncle I is picking her up from the hospital, why can't he stay with her in HER house, where she feels safe and secure and most importantly won't get lost?
Cos he's a selfish cunt that's why.

Must.........stay awake to see the big 5,000 can't miss it like I did last time there was a competition!

Thursday, September 29, 2005

I am so extremely pissed off.
Granddad went in today for his pacemaker fitting and somehow we've ended up with Nanny moving in.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Nanny but bloody hell, we've got Dad - who lets face it is dying, and Mum who desperately needs an operation but has postponed it for 6 months at least and now we have Nanny living with us, is a sandwich short of a picnic. (Alzheimers) and who is exhausting.
Aunt G has L and T, Uncle's M and D have no one. Why can't they stop with her over night? Why when it comes to them are we the ones that everyone expects to run around after Nanny and Granddad?
Incidently, its a shame what that illness does to a person, my Nanny's 5'0" in her socks and I remember her being scared of nothing, barging into a crowd of pissed-up 20-somethings to break up a fight, a real old battleaxe as my Dad described her.
Now she's afraid of her own shadow. Its sad to see the change in her.
Come on, come on! So close but yet so far!!!!

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

You know you have those "where were you when...." moments?
My Mothership can tell me that when she heard that Elvis was dead, she was in the dentist getting a filling.
When Princess Diana died, I was on a riding holiday in Kent, and even then I knew that telly for the next week or so would be as boring as hell with all that on, I didn't predict everyone turning into pathetic jelly though.
One day in September I was sitting on the arm of the settee singing along to "Forever Autumn" One of my favourite songs incidently, waiting for my Dad and Brat to come home and idly flicking through the tv channels.
I glanced over at the telly and saw a plane fly into a tower and I laughed at the special effects on that film, and then realised that I was watching a BBC news special.
Another one of those days (although not as world-shattering!) was when the earthquake struck Dudley in the West Midlands.

I had only just moved into my Derby house a few weeks earlier, and had been talking to MH on my bed as was our habit, putting her disasterous love life to rights and nattering about nothing and everything.
I put my radio on to sleep, so I could listen to it for an hour or so before going to bed, and it had just finished when I heard a low growl. It reminded me of hearing the HGV's that drive up and down our street early morning sometimes.
But it grew too powerful for that and then our entire house shook briefly. I felt my bed go and grasped the edges, feeling like something in The Exorcist.
Then as quickly as it came it passed, and then I heard the growl again and it shook the house again, lasting longer this time.
And I saw the wardrobe across me move.
I don't remember being scared, more startled, I think this one was the aftershock, I've heard that they can be worse than the actual quake itself.
I sat bolt upright in bed, still clinging onto my bed, I wanted to turn the light on but was worried too while we were shaking so.
Actually the first thought in my head was "earthquake!" and then I dismissed it, earthquakes in England - Hahahha!
All this in a few seconds and as suddenly as it started it finished and I leapt out of bed, grabbing my glasses and running into the hallway, more adrenalised than scared.
MH came flying out of her room, no glasses, no dressing gown.
"What the hell was that?"
"I dont know!"
"It was a bomb! I'm sure of it"
"Don't be daft, I remember when they bombed the Docklands, it felt totally different."
"Well then its that petrol garage, at the end of the road, somethings gone wrong and it's blown up!"
(Always over-dramatic is MH)
I went back into my room and leaned out the window.
"I dont think so."
She followed me in. "I was so scared, I turned my light on I didn't know what it was."
"I didn't in case the electric went funny and exploded."
She sat on my bed.
"what was it? "
"Earthquake. Or aliens landing." I suggested picking the two most random suggestions out of my head.
We sat on my bed for a few moments marvelling that T who lived downstairs at the time had slept through it and wondering what it could be before going back to sleep.
I put my radio back on and listened to what ever was on at the time, I suspect it may have been some crap boyband.
Then the radio fizzled and jumped, and a mans voice came clearly out of the radio.
"I'm watching you."
And thats what scared me, I leapt out, ran to the window to check there was no one in the garden and then turned the radio off and dived under my duvet and didnt come out till morning.

What was that voice? I have no idea. I have a few suspicions though.
I'm also impressed that my memory is so clear from a night that happened a few years ago now.
Over at LavaLady's site I found this:
A list of frequently challenged books, I'm not sure why they are like this. I've always been encouraged to read anything and everything and although I can understand people kicking off if there kids were given Sex by Madonna perhaps I dont get it - Where's Waldo? I'm assuming thats the same as Where's Wally here.
Anyway here's the list of them and those that I've read are bolded.

Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling
Forever by Judy Blume
Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
The Giver by Lois Lowry
It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine
A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
Sex by Madonna
Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
Go Ask Alice by Anonymous
Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak
The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
The Witches by Roald Dahl
The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
The Goats by Brock Cole
Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
Blubber by Judy Blume
Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam
We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
Final Exit by Derek Humphry
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George
The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton
The Pigman by Paul Zindel
Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
Deenie by Judy Blume
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
Cujo by Stephen King
James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl
The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
Ordinary People by Judith Guest
American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
Fade by Robert Cormier
Guess What? by Mem Fox
The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Native Son by Richard Wright
Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
Jack by A.M. Homes
Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
Carrie by Stephen King
Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
Family Secrets by Norma Klein
Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole
The Dead Zone by Stephen King
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
Private Parts by Howard Stern
Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford
Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
Sex Education by Jenny Davis
The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

I can't understand the reasoning behind some of those.

Monday, September 26, 2005


Ever have one of those days when you do sod all but you've been really busy?
I went and picked up the busted computer £111!!!! Ouchie! lucky this week is Rich week!

I saw Spinsterwitchs post about earthquakes and I meant to tell you about the Dudley Quake that I lived through and Blogger ate my post *shakes fist at it*

Also Daddy-long-legs or craneflies - Are they the most stupid insect ever? They fly around, drunkenly bashing into things and creeping me out with those long legs and then sit on the floor for me to step on barefoot, yucky!

Oh! Oh! Look at me here! I rule man! Although I expect this good run to come to an end soon and me to finish bottom of the table

Sunday, September 25, 2005

We won again!!!

I had made vague plans to go to that game with The Brat, possibly meeting TY'U in Birmingham, but with Dad in hospital we decided against it.
(He's home now - Yay!)

Chelsea in the cup though? I hope they bring out a 5th choice squad and we somehow nick a win otherwise I fear our cup run will again be coming to an end before it even gets started.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Stupid, stupid, stupid men! Do you not realise I can play the "lets talk in double meanings and be sleazy" game as well as you and I can win everytime too?
Honestly! Do you think I crawled out of the gooseberry bush this morning?
And 31! You're far too old for me mate, its just sad.
Happy birthday E!

We went on a mini-pub crawl in Greenwich and I won myself a new yellowcard! (They are a student only deal and I was afraid of losing it in October when it ran out and no more pound a pint nights for me, although I'm hardly ever in Derby on Mondays now and dont make the Greenwich ones on Thursday night as I have no one to go with)
But I have a new one! And it didnt cost me a £1! Although I tried to pay for it the barman wouldn't hear about it and gave it to me! Yes! Result!

AND Dad's coming outta hospital tomorrow! I miss him. Can't wait for him to come home!
More responses to my Meme!


1. You are a mensch! This isn't random, but it's patently true. (What's a mensch? It sounds like a drink ?)
2. Sense and Sensibility (the movie) (I've never read or seen it, I shall make an effort to read it though, any excuse to find a new book!)
3. Tangerine
4. No football tarot readings. (Shame :( )
5. You and Cheryl racing to be the first to comment on one of Flash's posts.
6. A colt - strong, energetic, already beautiful, but almost surely to develop into grace and poise, playful.
7. If talent, family obligation and location were not factors, what would you do for a career? (I'd love to get involved in some form of conservation work, maybe breeding something to be returned to the wild. In this country though)


1. You think vultures are cute. That still blows my mind! (All animals have something about them to make them cute.)
2. Wuthering Heights! (It's weird... I thought this up last night and we have the same answers for eachother for this question and the next!) I first loved this book on my own, and then it sort of became a thing for me and Narc. But when I read about you fantasizing about running throught he moors, I felt a soul-connection to you. (How cool! And strange!)
3. Strawberry!
4. So? Am I invited to the tea party or not? (Only if you bring a teddy!)
5. First I only knew you through Flash and Sunshine's blogs. You appeared as a commenter on the Annals in early April when you told me to take out my Narc-shit "on a punching bag." In May you were jealous of all the spanky sailors here in Manhattan; and by June, you became my virulent defender. I've got nothing to fear with you to beat up all the boys for me! (Grrr! Thats me Super-Charbs! I can't stand to see people I know treated like shite.)
6. Unicorn--strong and sweet with a touch of fantasy! (If only there was real ones!)
7. What are you going to do next with your life? The sky's the limit, and I'm really curious where you'll be off to! ( Travel. I want to go to New Zealand, and Australia and Iceland and everywhere in between!)

Answers for Sunshine!

1. Passionate.
2. I remember you posting the lyrics to Guns 'n' Roses Patience once, I always connect that with you now.
3. Lemon!
4. Pierced? Dodgey! What if it like,... got lost?
5. I first knew you from the comments you posted during the LF Saga in November and then from a quick MSN conversation while I was revising for one of my last exams in Derby.
6. Ferret - Short, sweet and Strong!
7. If you could live anywhere else, where would you be?

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Cunting Blogger. Shit-eating, dog- wanking bastards.

Why does Blogger hate me enough not to let me comment on other blogs by telling me they dont exist and that I'm forbidden to access and look at my own blog?
Oooh another Meme thing!

(honestly these things are awesome when you dont know what to blog about or have too much going on in your head that you don't know how to blog about!)

Here are the Rules! If anyone else wants to play:

Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jelly to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.

And here's Flash's reply!

1. You've done a nudey photoshoot! (I can see I'm never going to be able to forget about that!)
2. Is this the way to Amarillo. (Shalalalala. We sent the Pal-arse down!)
3. Orange & lime! (Whooooo!)
4. "You just cant beat a saveloy!" (Honestly people Saveloys are the greatest invention ever created by the Chipshop Gods.)
5. Again falling by your blog & revealing myself! (I still remember your 1st comment was about me calling Dad a silly fucker after hurting himself at hospital, and you "spurted coffee everywhere after laughing" 1/09/04)
6. A cute little squirrel. (awwww)
7. Isn't it about time we had another drink up? (YES, YES Oh God Yes!! I'd suggest this weekend but that maybe a bit short notice and Dad's escaping from hospital this weekend [hopefully - fingers crossed] after being in all week. Plus its E's 24TH (so old!!) on Friday.
Hmmm. Charltons at home next weekend so how bout the weekend after that - the 8th?)

So if anyone else wants to play leave a comment and I'll try and get back, in between trips to the hospital, and painting The Brats new room.



1. You own the most gorgous cat.
2. Ever since that blog I did about my reading and imagination and you responded about playing Kathy on the Moors, You've made me think of Kate Bush's Wuthering Heights.
3. Strawberry. (Its the best flavour and as you're first to reply you get my favourite type!)
4. "Want to come play in my secret treehouse?"
5. The 1st post I ever read of yours, done shortly after your brothers accident, although It was a few months before I became a regular commentator.
6. A bee, specifically a Worker Bee as in your blog you come across as someone always on the go, buzzing here, there and everywhere.
7. (Forgive me if its a common name in America, but I've never come across it here) Is your real name short for something? (If that comes across as revealing too much of your "real" Idenity (bollocks everytime I spell that it looks wrong) my back-up question is: If you could change your name to anything what would it be?


1. Our real names are really similar (The first 3 letters anyway!)
2. Pretty in Pink! - just cos of your blog template I think!
3. Lime! (next favourite!)
4. "The universe changes daily, and tomorrow the reading could look very different."
5. Being annoyed by your name for a few days before venturing over to look and find out who you were (I absolutely loathe the term "Spinster", it reminds me of spiders and bad witches in the fairy tales. Of course you've since then explained the reasons behind the name) LOL! No hard feelings huh?
6. Dolphin, with an appearance of peacefulness and zen.
7. What exactly is your job title and job description?

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

So. I abandoned my usual place in the bottom of the East Stand and ventured into the reaches of the Upper North.
Once I got over my vertigo, I decided it was quite a nice view and amused myself by waving at my family in our usual positions.
I was amused by the 6 lads of about about 16-17 behind me who were gently mocking the lad with them who was obviously a little "slow" but they did it without any real malice and indeed it was clear that they were very fond of him, which just goes to show not all kids are manky, cruel little shits.
I changed my mind about my position once the game started, my crap eyesight made it hard to identify the team when they got down the South Stand and indeed I was having problems distinguishing the numbers, let alone read the names of the team or see their faces as I can from my usual place.
But the atmosphere was better compared to the usual quietness of where I sit, although I like my seat and don't want to change it.

3-1! Things definately perked up once half time came and went and Bent and Murphy came on. Lloyd Sam was very impressive and when Jay Bothroyd came on he too perked things up and I think it was a pretty well deserved win.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Oooh Inspired by Spinsterwitchs post a few days ago, and a stunning bit of boredom, I'll take you on a tour of my house.
Lets start with where I'm sat right now. The living room.

This is where Dad sits or lies all day long, (Ignore the dirty washing in the corner please!)
Admire that awful tacky display cabinet and look! There is my Graduation picture in the bottom there (Pride of place Dontcha know?)

And here's where I sit! Admire Fred my faithful computer that survived 3 and a half years of uni! (No Prizes on guessing what website it's displaying! ) Look its Sky Sports News (Is that Alan Shearer?) Admire the two very belated Birthday cards and the pictures of my dearly beloved and much missed Labrador dog! and see Dad's medicine in the corner there

On to the Next room!

Now we're into the back room, known as the Birds Room,where The Brat has been sleeping for now, since the builder put his foot through his old room! Note the mess!

And these are my feathered friends! Well some of them! from l-r we have Cecil, Satan, Briar and Scramm, not pictured are Plop the disabled budgie and Pasta the other blue budgie.

We'll skip the kitchen, everyones seen a kitchen before and look into the garden, its looking a bit sorry for itself now, Mum's not much of a gardener and Dad's too tired to look after it really.
Admire his Bollocks-to-the-world shed! Built the year we knew the cancer had spread to his lungs in a fit of tell-me-to-rest-and-i'll-tell-you-where-to-go!

Up the stairs we trot and ignore the bomb site that soon will become The Brat's new room and here is my room! I know its a mess but honestly what do you expect with my stuff, my Derby stuff, my Brat's stuff and attic junk in there!
Do you like the colours? Me and Mothership fought over the lime and orange clashing but I think it goes well.

I need now to introduce you to someone very special. This is Champion (anyone remember Champion the Wonder Horse?) I've had him longer than I've owned The Brat. When I was little I used to practise my riding position on him, now I'm scared to sit on him in case he collapses. His mane is a little threadbare and Mum threatens to bin him calling him moth-eaten!
So here's the final stop on the tour, I'd better show you the results of a summer of disruption by the cock-sucking builder (mate call me gorgeous once more I'll spit in your fucking coffee, you know what my name is, use it!)


I'm really getting too excited over a competition I cant win!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Why am I such a doormat?
Why can't I say no to people because I'm too worried about hurting them!
We're up to 4,544.... Who will be number 5,000?

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Cold Chinese takeaway.
The nicest takeaway ever?
Its nicer cold than warm.

Ahh well.
As much as we'd have liked to win could you really have seen it happening in your wildest dreams?
We did really well in the first half, proper challenging Chelski.
I think Deano's gonna have a real effort getting back into the squad after a few of Anderson's displays.
It was only a short period in the 2nd half that let us down and then it was harder to get back into it.
2-0 I think was a bit harsh.

Tuesday's Hartlepool in the cup and we may be planning an away trip to West Brom!
Bring it on!

Friday, September 16, 2005

I predict that some time over the weekend or early next week We'll hit the big 5,000!

There'll be a mystery prize for whoever's the five thousandth person or who ever's nearest.

No cheating and hitting "refresh" when it gets close though!

In the event of no one claiming 5,000 and someone claiming 4,999 and someone else claiming 5,001. We'll round up so that the 4,999th person wins the prize.

Good Luck!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I think on the whole I've proved I can take some shit.
I can deal with the fact that my friends are moving on with their lives, careers, relationships, homes and I've gone back a step.
I can deal with the guy that I was starting to fall for over the summer, sees me as "one of the lads" and nothing else.
I can deal with the job centre hassling me.
I can deal with the fact that everyday I see something Dad can't do that he could do yesterday.
I can learn to deal with the fact that soon I'll be washing and dressing him.
I can deal with the fact that I'll be caring for Mothership too and that she thinks there's no escape for me again. That when I leave London I'll be taking her with me and as far as she's concerned when she gets old I'll care for her, no questions asked.
I can deal with The Brat's mocking about my shittiness at driving and inability to get a job.
But there's only so much a girl can take. Even a non-sissy, non-girly-girl one like me.

I've never taken that much attention over my appearance, I've always made sure to look neat though and my hair, it lives in a scrunchy ponytail.
But its falling out, and in great clumps too. You can notice it in the ponytail, how thin and sparse it looks, so far I cant see any bald patches on my head but I'm frightened of being totally bald.
I've joked to Mum about how I always threatened to shave my hair off but I don't want to lose it all.
Maybe this is a totally over the top over-reaction to nothing.
But if it all falls out then I'm buying the funkiest, most garish wig ever in the history of wigs. No way am I hiding it all under one of those daft sunhats.
We'll just see what the hairdresser says tomorrow and if she reckons I need to see a doc about it.
And I'm not sure how much more shit I can take and still keep smiling.

Bald women - fuckable or repulsive?

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Oooh. Tagged by Weenie!

5 Things

5 things that really irritate you
-The crazy guys at the Job centre who keep calling me in to discuss why I don't have a job and suggest me going back to school for more GCSE's/ALEVElS. I'm caring for a terminally ill man. Does that explain why I don't have a job?
-That 50p/half a dollar guy. He looks like a fucking chipmunk. Nob.
- That 3 advert (for benefit of you americans, its a bunch of crazy japanese women getting orgasmic over plastic glowing cannisters that play tunes when you open them up, then the police come with furry earmuffs, bark a lot and one of the women escape down a drain.) What The Fuck?
- Saturday morning tv, bring back SMTV!
- Insommnia *sigh*

5 things you like a lot
Reading a good book

5 Music Albums

Green Day - American Idiot.
Queen - Greatest Hits.
Iron maiden (My brothers nicked the CD so I can't name it off the top of my head.)
The free one that was in The Sun the other weekend. - It had my current favourite Cheesy song on it Avenues and Alleyways.
Confessions of an idiot! - hehehehehe!

5 Songs
-Well I'm always humming "english country garden" everyone knows the tune and joins in to the end bit when I start humming it but no-one seems to know the words or who did it.
-Hanson - Mmmbop one of my most favouritest cheesy songs ever.
-The Lightning Seeds - Pure
-Stephen Fretwell - Emily.
- Offspring - why don't you get a job?

5 Musics in your IPod (mp3 player) (I don't own a Ipod or MP3 player so we'll stick the media player on the computer on and list the 1st five random tunes that pop up.

Jason Mraz - The Remedy.
Queen - My Best Friend.
Evanscence - My Immortal
Guns 'n' Roses - Patience
Animaniacs theme!

Hehehehe. Nice bit of randomness there.

I can't be bothered to tag anyone so If anyone wants to take it feel free

Monday, September 12, 2005

WE WON BACK THE ASHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I got into the cricket during the last Ashes when I'd come home from 6th form and watch them with Dad.
Unfortunately I then went to uni and lacked SKY and MH and CL didn't understand and didn't want to spend the whole day glued to channel 4, not when This Morning with Fern 'N' Phil was on.
So I've missed out on a whole lot of the re-making of the team, apart from the fact that I fell deeply in love with "Freddie" Flintoff.

I've been glued to this series all summer and WE WON! WHOOOOOO! It's been so long and did anyone else have their heart in their mouth at the way they tossed the little urn around?!

Sunday, September 11, 2005

He looked quite embarrassed.....

"I need to ask you something. When The Mothership goes into hospital for her operation, well I'm gonna need someone to help me wash my hair and dress and stuff."
Me: (in my head) oh God no, please, please, please no.
Him: "Will you help me?"
Me: (Out loud) "yeah sure, we'll sort something out."

A warning........

It made me laugh anyway. Look at the little wanking demons chasing the poor kitten!

Friday, September 09, 2005

I've always lived in a world of my own, ever since I can remember I've had a vivid imagination.

Personally I blame my Mothership for teaching me to read at an early age, Its also one of the best things she's ever done for me and I pity everyone who finds reading hard. How I love to escape from my real world into a book.
I remember teaching myself to read too by listening to those taped books, the disney ones you got and following the words on the page and my favourite was "She-ra and the Golden Goose"
I cant remember not being able to read and reading novels when my classmates were still reading what I considered babyish.

I took those stories and adventures and played them out, sometimes with my classmates, sometimes with The Brat, sometimes with OF and her brother and sister and mostly on my own.

I must have looked strange playing on my own..

I was Bambi when the leaves fell at autumn, pawing them aside to find the grass, I was a wolf running in a pack hunting, as I peddled my bike furiously.

I was Mina Harker hunting Dracula, I was Robinson Crusoe and Bertha Rochester, occasionally Jane Eyre but Bertha was always more fun, and wasn't I over the moon when I read "Wide Sargasso Sea"? I was Nancy fighting off Sykes in Oliver Twist, I was the Hunt brothers going around the world catching wild animals. I rode Black Beauty every time I went on the little ponies at the stables. I was Cathy running across the moors, wild and restless. I was Ahab catching whales and Scout meeting Boo Radley.

I was eight or nine and they were more real to me than my live friends and I plagurised the books shamelessly in my own stories for school work. My teachers didn't think I really read those books and understood them but I took the gist of the story and made it my own, perhaps I missed all the deep meanings of who Heathcliff was, I thought he was a prat and it wasn't until I got older that I truely realised his character and how he loved Cathy and why he hurt everyone else.
I think they forgot sometimes when they saw me ploughing through The Mill On The Floss or Vanity Fair that they were just stories. They quizzed me on the relevance of the Cunninghams in To Kill a Mockingbird and I didn't pick that up when I was 9 and they took that as me not understanding what I was reading, but I did. They were stories.

I made up stories in my head, I wrote them down on paper, I acted out dramatic parts often being two or three character when I played on my own.

And as I grew older my sense of randomness increased, I fell in love with Monty Python and the more my own sense of loneliness increased, through school and my misery at being at home the more I went into my own world and I suppose I was like Peter Pan, my sense of humour never grew up, I find childish things more fun than supposedly grown-up humour, I still love jumping in puddles, and rolling around in bubble-wrap and I still love reading more so than watching TV and films. Now I'm older I return to my "friends" and I understand them so much more and love them still. And I love retreating into my own little world of randomness that gets me strange looks from others and keeps me sane in what ever situation I find myself in and I hope that continues.

Where has all this led too? Well I've found me a secret tree-house so to speak. And I've been "playing" in it all summer and today I realised just how in depth I've made that fantasy world.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

A game! I love games!

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below asking to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Questions posed by Flash!

1. If you had the misfortune to fall head over heels for one of those strange men that don't like football, what would you do? Well the BB hated football and complained lots when I made him watch MOTD and Football Focus. As long as he didnt mind me going to the football and hanging out with my lads to watch games I think we'd get on very well. We could come to some kinda agreement. Most blokes tend to with their none-football liking birds. I could see it causing some problems if Portsmouth/Bolton on a Tuesday night clashed with Eastenders, but I'm sure I could come to some arrangement where I got to see the game. That is if the guy knew what was good for him! Grrr! Lets hope that dreadful scenario never takes place though.
2. Do you see yourself living in London in 5 years time? If not, where? I don't want to be in London, if things were ideal I'd just apply all over the country and see where I ended up. I think I'd really like to live in Cornwall at some point though, I love the seaside and I thought it was a really pretty place when I visited.
3. Why do girls love horses? Hmmm Toughie, I can only talk for myself, I love the power trip and trust. You've got something there that's 7 foot tall and weighs on average half a tonne, can travel at 30mph and when you get that special partnership between you, that horse will walk through fire for you, it'll walk past something it sees as terrifying (even if it's just a squirrel.) It'll jump its own body height (and horses only jump cos we've taught them too, wild ones rarely do) because it trusts you. And all you have to control it is a thin bar of metal and leather, your own body signals and believe me, you can't make a horse do anything it don't want to do and when you have that kind of trust between something that can seriously damage you, its awe-inspiring. I've seen 4 year old children handle one-tonne Shires, when adults have shied away because they have no fear and they have the same trust in the horse that the horse has for them. And finally I love their gentleness, kindness and beauty.
4. Ice cream has been banned worldwide & is now regarded with the same moral disdain as drugs. Would you give up or get yourself a dealer at the risk of being criminalised? I'd need a dealer, but as long as I still had my peanut butter I think I could try and cut down on the addiction but I'd still have to have occasional fixes.
5. How would you describe your emotions when you recently had to be naked in the name of art? From disrobing to seeing the finished articles.
Well first of all it was shock that I'd been asked, and I asked several times that it wasn't a wind-up and why wasn't he going for one of his better-looking female friends. On the day itself I was very nervous, I can't even go topless on the beach and I was expected to strip off in front of a guy I'd known since I was 11, his sister and a make-up artist. When he showed me what he wanted me to wear in some of the shots I was more amused than anything else and I felt like a prat really, I closed my mind to my nakedness and just felt stupid in some of the poses he asked for. Having seen the pics now I'm quite proud of them. I don't plan on showing them to anyone else though.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

What The Fuck?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Why is nothing exciting happening to me??

Dont'cha just love MSN chats that fall into randomness?
Here's me and the Sheep.

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
i am the only one who is slipperless

Luke Young! What a legend! says:
im slipperless too
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
a big spider called bert took up residence in my left slipper and threatened to mug me if i evicted him

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
interesting problem. perhaps a bigger slipper u can share...?

Luke Young! What a legend! says:
no. he's very greedy. he's like a what do you call 'ems? a homeless guy that takes over an empty house

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
as long as they dont damage anything they are not breaking the law
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
thats the dude
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
thats what he says. so he's not moving out
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
u are within your rights however to smoke em out. its your property so it counts as fumigation. its his own fault for being there

Luke Young! What a legend! says:
he's threatened a campaign of terror on me though
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
hmm, some sort of economic sanctions maybe?
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
maybe. we are negotiating a move to the busy lizzie flowerbed and all the bugs he can eat
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
eah! what kind of life does he have in a slipper? only dust mites to eat and a permanant strange semll folling him around
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
well theres a healthy quanity of woodlice to chew on and at the moment a lot of daddy long legs about
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
its indoors too and warm which is his main arguement
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
hmm, slippers are like caravans. they can be towed elsewhere...
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
the fridge perhaps
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
the fridge........ hmmm no good. he runs the risk of getting squished then and i dont wanna get done for murder
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
then outside under a bucket to keep the rain off

Luke Young! What a legend! says:
Luke Young! What a legend! says:

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
yes, a young male deer whats been caught and et
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
poor bambi

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
but put to good use as a slipper warmer and spider distarcter
Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
Luke Young! What a legend! says:
I like to think that soon he'll make the short jump to the porch. theres a whole row of boots that he can move into

Shakespearean Humour : twonk your petard! says:
neat, but a danger he'll spread his stuff and invite family round

Friday, September 02, 2005

Look at Puppy Dotty! She belongs to OF and came to visit Tuesday.

Altogether now... Aaaaawwwwww!

Isn't she gorgeous?

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Feeling kinda sorry for myself today.
All my summer friends are buggering back off to uni or to their respective homes before uni starts, I keep thinking too that I should be getting ready to go to Derby too, even though I left in January!

The weather don't help, in that it totally exhausts me and makes me sleep all day and night and although I don't do much with my days, I do feel cheated by sleeping through a day, like its a day wasted before I die.
Speaking of dying. Dad's not being the most chirpy of persons. How dare he feel sorry for himself! Anyone would thinking he's dying! He really hated the hospice and we sat and talked about it today and if the inevitable comes I think we're gonna try and get him into hospital.
He's been shattered by the heat too, part of his lung's collapsed and the radiotherapy buggered up part of his other lung so when its airless like this he finds it hard to breathe.

I need something to keep my brain occupied and stop me feeling sorry for myself, so I'm thinking of starting some courses at Woolwich College. Whether I actually get round to enrolling or its just another one of those ideas I have that I never actually follow through is anyone's guess.

I joined the bone marrow register today! Hurrah for me!