I hereby vow to never, ever write a romantic comedy.

Okay, maybe I will do a post about it

Well...

I just sat here, fingers waiting in anticipation and readiness on the keys, eyes staring at the screen and my mind...it doesn't want to explain. Because there's no putting into words. There's no describing it that doesn't span out to novel-length.

I think I'll save it for my stories.

Or perhaps I still haven't really accepted it myself.

'Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to a better understanding of ourselves.'

GEORGE GEORGE GEORGE GEORGE GEORGE!

Happy now? ;)

Aghem...Monday at the Safari was great and Ben came out with a classic as usual: Me - 'well, we;re going to be able to feed the animals out of the windows!' Ben - 'I don't want no giraffe lickin' my Dock car!' We fed deer and giraffes which followed our car, and a zebra tried to enter the vehicle also!

This week has been a good one. Haven't said that in a while. Good good good.

The Old Ways

...are not entirely lost...

'Jack, do you never sleep?
Does the green still run deep in your heart?
Or will these changing times,
motorways, powerlines,
keep us apart?
Well, I don't think so:
I saw some grass growing through the pavements today.'

Ride on

I also want Pagan Purity by Elvenking to be part of my funeral. Sod it, I'll have a whole compilation CD. Donations at the door please.

Today confirmed that true friendship transcends time and distance.

Yesterday confirmed that these are NOT the tablets for me.

Tomorrow...who knows. Babysitting all day and we might take the kiddles to the Safari Park. We'll see how much it costs first though! That's right, there are no beaches in the midlands but they have Safari Parks - the mind boggles.

Would the neighbours really mind if I played the tin whistle at this hour? ...

...Damn it, thought so :(

I want Tull's 'Life's a long song' played at my funeral.

Just for the record.

Last night I came back from Kent after seeing my wifey play her first proper gig. Ialmost cried fro pride, I'm so sodding soppy. Anyway, it was a great first gig and we look forward to more from the faerie herself!

I have a kitten on my shoulder. I'm a girlie pirate.

The fact that this has anything to do with Michal Jackson or his pet rat is irrelevant. This is for my nephew, my boy, my bestest buddy, for Ben.



The lyrics are so poignant. Especially as he gets older, people see Ben's cheek and not Ben himself. Also, his dispraxia means that sometimes he really is 'running here and there'! Ben brings me to life. Here's to you, you 'plinky-plonk'.

'God only knows what I'd be without you'

I've just had a long, girly chat with Jo. Some people are so important to me and it's not scary...it's the best feeling in the world.

'following the footsteps of a ragdoll dance'

Oh Siouxsie. So many memories attached to your influence on my teenage years.

History is a weapon to be used against your own prejudice

Today saw family, kiddlies and sunshine. This was a good thing. It was wonderful to see Kevin after such a long time.

I'm astounded by the palpable presence of racism from some parts of the city I live in. It makes me physically sick and I refuse to accept these opinions and remain silent about them. I always reply harshly to racist comments and I don't give a fuck if it gets me in trouble. Pfft. I'm too angry to write about this subject sanely or logically.

By the way, Journey = yay. Stadium rock wins today.

So what is there for little ol' me to write about now? I refrain from jabbering on about anything psychiatry related because I refuse to let any illnesses I have define me. It's just something I'm battling through, like cancer or the flu.

I learnt today that in some parts of the world people are still sentenced to death for just a suspicion of witchcraft. Why am I surprised by this? Amin, Pot, Stalin, Hitler: you ain't got nothing on Christianity.

That is all.