Too Much Sugar.

At present, our flat houses the following:

• A still intact 5kg bar of Dairy Milk from my birthday - 5kg
• Creme Egg Eater Egg with two creme eggs x2 - (195g each) 390g
• Flake Easter Egg with two flakes x2 - (185g each) 370g
• Celebrations Easter Egg - 189g
• Dairy Milk Egg with two Dairy Milk bars- 215g
• A box of Thorntons chocolates- 335g
• A Myrtle Moo chocolate cow- 230g
• Two Milk chocolate ducks- (45g each) 90g

Which totals 6.819 kg.

If we take away an average of 75g per egg for packaging, a total of 500g

We're left with 6.319kg of chocolate.

That's alot. Even by my standards.

Stuff Matters

Well while some tri-hards would say that my mundane life is nothing to blog about, I'm quite content with using this blog as my own space to say what the hell I want. I don't aim to collect friends or appear 'intelligent', or impress people with lifeless attempts at being some sort of reporter for the masses. It's my space for me. I write about whatever comes up.. the things that are important to me, the things that I'm bored with, the things that matter, the things that don't but the things that make up the day to day. I expect that anyone reading this either cares about me and my life, or they're here by accident... and I couldn't care less if you're thrilled or bored because this blog is about me. Deal with it. There's plenty more shit out there... I couldn't care less what some random person thinks I should be listening to or looking at or doing with my time, I'll make up my own mind thanks. I guess I'm not cocky enough to assume my opinion matters to anyone but me.





So,





if you don't want to hear about the stuff that makes up real life.. MY life for that matter... ignore the following pictures of my little gecko. Who I happen to think is awesome and beats some hand-me-down crap about what we should all be listening to; Which if you have any taste will be NIN. ;-)






:-)

My Violent Heart

You and I, we may look the same

But we are very far apart

There's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

and there is violence in my heart

Into fire you can send us

From the fire we return

You can label us a consequence of how much you have to learn

NIN

I don't know why I get so angry. Well actually I do... I know exactly why... because I can pinpoint the feelings, the rising, the actual moment it all started and I was introduced to a new level of hatred and hurt... but still so angry? I think a part of me doesn't want to let it go. There's protection there; as long as it's there, there's distance and with distance is protection.

And that's how it's staying for some time. I'm not forcing it away becasue I have a right to this anger.

There are other people I'm still angry at. A lesser anger that I'm happy with. I'm angry at the lack of care. I pity you in many ways. I'm not sorry for you though. I'm not sorry for anything because it was all you. And I don't think you realise the damage really, you don't care enough to. That's okay. This anger doesn't amount to anything really... not unless I think about it a great great deal. But that would be pointless. I just don't feel you're a friend anymore. A distant nothing is all you are.

Thank god there are songs that touch this part of me and connect with it enough to just burn it back for a bit. Singe the edges and keep it at bay... make it okay. Breathe.

Introducing...

...Gizmo!

Well we've had Gizmo just over a week now. He's eating a little better and seems to be getting a bit more active at night which I'm taking a sign to mean he's settling in well. At the weekend we made him a moist hide out of an old plastic container and he loves it; he's slept in there pretty much since we put it in! I've taken some more pictures but obviously they're all red because of his red heat bulb.

Birthdays!

Well despite me being a bit wary of it, my birthday weekend was pretty awesome.

The weekend got off to a good start by getting some pressies from the girls at work and going to see 300 at the cinema on Friday night. It was brilliantly done, and it's such a relief for a film to come out that's actually worth paying money to go see. It chose cinematography over script, it chose art over cliche'd nonsense and substance over the usual shallow, pathetic nonesense that get called movies these days ... so I LOVED it.

On saturday Niall caught up with two of his old coursemates. He hadn't seen them since graduation so there was much talk of engineering jobs and widdly bits and bobs that I don't understand, but I held out long enough to chip in that we should go eat at the local Carvery. Good stuff. It was also hinted to me that I would be getting pet related presents for my birthday...

Sunday morning, and I open my first batch of pressies. Niall's parents got me a bear kit and an itunes voucher, and Niall got me this awesomely teeeeeny mp3 player which seems like it'll make the commute to work much more appealing... once I get all the stuff installed of course! At mum's house, I got more pressies including lots of money, a chocolate fountain, a whopping 5kg bar of chocolate... yep SOLID chocolate... (see below, modelled by Niall)

... a DVD, a few tops, a book about gecko's and probably best of all... a Gecko terrarium! I got far too excited and we drove straight to the pet shop to buy a gecko and all the bits and bobs you need for it. I love him. I really do. He's awesome... well he's not necessarily even a he... the jury's still out on that one... but his name, is Gizmo. Once he's settled into his new surroundings a bit I'll take some pictures and introduce you formally. :-)

The rest of saturday was spent eating a rather large course at Frankie and Bennys, then almost falling asleep back at home as my stomach tried to digest the meal, staring in wonder at Gizmo explore his new house, then out to the pub for some birthday drinks. Miss Bitchy Bitchison was working at the bar that day, and proceeded to ask all of us for I.D... on my 24th birthday, one member of the party being 26, in my local where I've spent many an hour and fiver drinking. Karen forgot hers, so she popped home to get it before presenting to the Bitch of the century behind the bar. I know she was only doing her job, but this cow was arsey and smug and blatantly on a power trip. There were people around who were years younger than us, and not everyone at the bar was being I.D'd. Lame bint. Anyway, we had a few drinks there, then went back to mine where more drinks were consumed. It was a nice way to finish the day off, even if I did have a laughing fit for about an hour and then fell quite promptly to sleep.

Today was my last day off before returning to work for the week... but friday is payday so that's something to get me through. Today I went shopping, and bought two T-shirts... one with Animal from the Muppets on, and one with Rainbow Bright on it saying "Made in the 80's". I thought they were pretty cool. I also did AAAAAALLLL the food shopping all on my lonesome, and bought Gizmo a log to climb on. I also bought some containers and some veg for the crickets that we've got to gutload ready to feed to Gizmo tonight... looking forward to his first feeding.

:-)

Spring!

Daffodils, crocuses, green grass from the spring rain...

or snow blizzards.



I don't think I've ever had snow to contend with so close to my birthday.

Yes, next sunday I'll be a whopping 24 years old, and have been a graduate for 2 years. Holy Crap. I'm trying not to panic at the fact that I still have no career to speak of, nor a totally stable relationship, nor any hard fast future plans. But that's okay for 24 right?

I do know that my future plans involve more pets. I've already selected my next fish for when Wenda and Edgar Alan Poe pass away... if they ever do the hardy little blighters. Not that I want them to die any time soon of course. I'm also dead set on getting a tortoise... but right now it's pretty impossible since we don't have any garden space where they could roam about. Lizards, seem to grow too big, so my options are fairly narrow for the time being. Hopefully I'll be able to afford a gecko or frog or something after my birthday. :) Should keep my mind off having no career. woohoo!

Crippled.

I'm a cripple this week. I managed to break my neck... by... well, sleeping as far as I can gather. Well, maybe it's not broken... but it bloody hurts and I've been unable to move it for two days solid. It's amazing how many muscles we use without realising. It's only when you're in intense agony that you realise even the slightest sneeze or twitch uses half the muscles in your neck. I have work tomorrow as well so I hope it's loosened up by then. I do have of course, full sympathy from Niall... who upon witnessing my physical state of cripple-dom ( propped up by two pillows, scarf wrapped tightly roung my neck in bright sunlight, and a travel-neck-support pillow around my head and unable to move) did the obvious thing... and burst out laughing. I got my own back later though when I heard the use of a new acronym on the news.

We've all heard of:

YUPPIE- Young Urban Professional
YUMMIES- Young Upwardly Mobile Mommies
DINKY- Double Income No Kids Yet.

but I hadn't heard of this little gem:

Northern Irish Professional Person Living in England.

That's right... Niall is a NIPPLE.

I laughed SO hard it probably destroyed what little flexibility I still had in my neck... but it was worth it.

*cough*

Yup... yet again, I have time off work and I get myself a nice, stinking, throat-murdering cold/infectious disease. Ew. Ouch. Yeuch.

I did lots of work last week... the results of which can be seen on my portfolio website. There's even a small chance they could be used by the company they were inspired by so I have my fingers crossed on that one.

The photography comp seems to be one big steaming pile of pants since people seem to be voting tactically. If you vote people one star the rating decreases, and people seem to be using this to get people off the top ten spot, which bloody sucks! I mean I had no problem voting a few times for my own, but I had the decency to leave other peoples ratings alone. So, that's it, no more Ms Nice Slinks... you wanna play dirty?.. you got it... jerks. I also feel compelled to add; some of the photographs SUCK. Seriously, they just shouldn't be there.

In other news, tickets have been booked, travel insurance sorted and holiday time off work booked for the big trip to Japan! The Slink will hit Japan on 2nd of August 2007... estimated time of impact is currently uncertain. It's highly exciting but I've yet to sort out what I'm wearing to the wedding. Whatever it is will have to be minimum budget that's for sure.

I know my blogging frequency has been slack of late. There's been a hell of a lot going at work that I'm not allowed to talk about and generally things have been in a bit of a slump, but not in a serious slump sort of a way... more of a normal-winter-slump way so that's not too bad. Amongst this period of slumpiness however, my creativity seems to be soaring and I have lots of mini-projects and ideas to be working on as and when I get my health restored.


Right, that's it for now anyway, I'm off to write my lines....

I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
...

I need your VOTE!

Some of my photographs are currently in the gallery page of *THIS SITE* and I need YOUR ratings and votes to get me in the running for £1000 which would do very nicely thank you.

You can find my name beneath them.. there are currently about 12 listed under my name and are on about page 5 and 6 though this will change as more are added.

Thanks guys and gals!

SNOW!

I was expecting the snow to thaw out today... not keep on falling as it has all flippin day. I could feel my anxiety hit the roof as it dawned on me that there wouldn't be a lift home since Niall was stuck in the road chaos... and that nothing was moving all round the town centre. Not even buses. Thankfully I'd worn my walking boots to work.

5.00 pm- I was kindly allowed to leave work early after we all slowly realised that the ringroad was gridlocked. I get some change just in case there are buses running and I go wait at the bus stop with many confused and freezing cold commuters. There's the usual camradery for these sorts of occasions... some old man is saying to a friendly young lad that if he was as young as him, he'd have walked home, and that the "british spirit will get us through"... eskimo spirit more like.

5.15- I give up waiting and decide to walk. There have been no buses arriving at all... and I hear talk of people waiting up to an hour.

5.30 - I'm starting to get smug walking past all these people in stuck sitting in their static cars, even though my nose is running and I feel like I'm breathing ice. My lungs are hurting from inhaling too much snow. My scarf is no longer black... it's white, along with half my coat and my umbrella. I wish I had my hat. I resist the urge to stop and take photo's of the traffic jams with my camera phone.

5.40 - I pass the fire station where two fireman are wandering down the middle of the road ready to push any struggling/skidding cars and trying to keep the entrance to the fire station clear.

5.55 - I'm nearing home... my legs are starting to ache but I'm feeling pretty proud of myself for taking the plunge to walk. I see a lady crouched in a phonebox crying, and stop to ask if she's alright... apparantly she's had a car accident and is waiting for a lift home... she looks so upset and I feel sorry for her. She insists she's alright, and seeing as I'm still a fair way from home, there's not much I can do for her... so I plough on. This whole walk is bizarre. I haven't even been targeted by snowballing idiots either. Even stranger.

6.13 - I arrive home. I'm roasting hot from the walk, and wierdly half of my face is red and feels burnt. I get changed and hang all my clothes to dry and now I'm sitting with a nice cup of hot chocolate blogging away.

This global warming is getting interesting.

Yoinked.

I meant to yoink this ages ago from Ktp and didn't get round to it... until now.

My life according to my itunes:

1.) Put your music player on shuffle
2.) Press forward for each question.
3.) Use the song title as the answer to the question.
4.) NO CHEATING!!!

1.) How am I feeling today?
Sleeper- Katatonia well that figures!

2.) How will I feel getting married?
Pierrot The Clown- Placebo hahaha!

3.) What is my best friend's theme song?
Township Rebellion- RATM

4.) High school is?
Jimmy- Tool huh?

5.) I am?
Nimrod's Son- Pixies you learn something new everyday!

6.) How is today?
Last Cup Of Sorrow- Faith No More eek!

7.) What is in store for this week?
Open Heart Zoo- Martin Grech not sure I like the sound of that!

8.) What song best describes my parents?
Alligator Wine- Jeff Buckley ?!

9.) How is my life going?
Shout 2000- Disturbed yes... indeed.

10.) What song will they play at my funeral?
Back to School- Deftones suits me! Not sure my folks would approve.

11.) How does the world see me?
Megalomaniac- Incubus HAHA oh dear!

12.) My friends think?
Sunspots- NIN do they?!

13.) My life lived?
Lost in Hollywood- SOAD I sure would be!

14.) This makes me happy?
Bullet Theory- Funeral for a Friend not sure what that says about me!

15.) What should I do with my life?
We Will Rock You- Queen haha ACE!

16.) I will be happy when?
Xmas Day- Sevendust Well that's quite true, I do feel happy on xmas day!

17.) What is some good advice?
Starfuckers Inc. - NIN erm... ?!

18.) What do I think my current theme song is?
Music for a Found Harmonium- Penguin Cafe

19.) What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Cave- Muse ... I could take that many ways

20.) The type of men/women do I like?
Demonoid Phenomenon- Rob Zombie HAHAHAHA oh lord...

21.) What should I do with my love life?
Orestes- A Perfect Circle I was hoping for better advice than that!

22.) What will your neighborhood be like?
Noise and Kisses- The Used 'spose it could be worse!

23.) What will your dying words be?
Cars- Gary Numan :-( Does that mean I get run over?!

Blockage.

Well... that was an entertaining trip home. I get the bus home on a Monday night, and it's usually a pretty cold, dull, with-an-air-of-trepidation- affair... the usual bus trip I guess. As per usual, I got out of work at 5.40ish.., just in time for me to miss my normal bus by about a minute. This never ceases to surpise me anymore... so I trundled off to the bus stop, having clocked the unusually excessive traffic and a few blue flashing lights. Hmm... police... but getting nearer it becomes clear that absolute chaos is ensuing. There are groups of young people crowded to the left of McDonalds. Now on a usual night, they'd be crowded outside McDonalds... but this time, they have something more interesting to look at. I can't see what it is over the traffic, but I could see a a few police standing about in the middle of the road. This is about a three lane road which merges two routes IN to the town centre, one coming from another town, the other coming from the one way system, and about a hundred bus routes. Nothing is moving, and in a fortunate way, this means that the bus I usually miss is standing there. Except it's not that bus, it turns out it's the one before it... which hasn't moved for half an hour because of traffic. On the bus is a slightly nutty but entertainingly liberal woman who seems to be full of life and trying to organise the police who are standing about on the blocked road. I hear rumours of "a man on top of a bus" and "arrests" but no one really knows what the hell is going on. One thing is for sure though, the nutty lady is insisting on trying to find out, and giving a running commentary as to what the plolice ought to be doing.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm sitting on a bus in the dark. The driver has switched the engine off and is reading his paper by streetlight and the odd flash of a police siren. Nutty lady is getting more vexed at the lack of police controlling the traffic and toddles off to "tell one of them coppers to get over here and sort out the lanes". Man, she's funny. Of course, before she went she insisted on getting the driver to promise he'd not drive off without her.

Another five minutes, maybe ten minutes after that... and a few more police are starting to join the rabble, though traffic is no better. Everyone in desperation are ignoring the traffic lights, which keep helplessly switching from green to red but with no one moving under their command. Nutty lady has been up and out of her seat about twenty times. Finally we see a few bobbies running up towards the three or four lanes of chok-a-blok traffic that are being forced into one lane. One needs to be fully diverted and blocked off so that we can move... as Nutty lady and about another fifty passengers worked out ages ago. Finally there is a break in the traffic and we have to wait for a few other cars to nudge their way into line before we can all be on our way home. The driver of the bus in front of us has other ideas of course. He sits there. His lane is FINALLY clear... but he sits there. Cue Nutty Lady, who charges up to the bus in front and starts thumping on the back of it shouting "MOOOVE". Our bus driver joins in, now having switched back on the engine and lights, by beeping his horn. More Police arrive, I think a little bit scared of a mutiny, and they finally encourage the driver to budge. The bus in front gets the hint and we actually make a move.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm in me slippers at home.

Chaos can be highly amusing when you're an innocent bystander just caught up in it all. If I was more tired or hungry it could have been another story, but I quite enjoyed watching the Nutty Lady offer to control the traffic herself. I still have no idea what was kicking off. I'm sure I'll find out over the next few days.

...Fly away home...

Bernice died. She stopped moving. I left her there for a while in case she was asleep but her legs were all curled up underneath her. :-(

My mood today is: Fed Up.

My bum hurts from sitting in front of the computer all day doing one thing or another and trying to sort out my Illustration Myspace which could prove useful for networking. I have some projects I want to get started with but things keep coming up, like doing overtime at work, like flying visits from Miss Tubb from Uni and the untimely deaths of temporary pets like Bernice. My back aches and the days gone far too fast, AND I have to work tomorrow. Thursdays are always busy and stressful and with bitchboss there... who knows what hell will be bestowed upon us on arrival. I'm keeping an eye out for new part time jobs in a lazy sort of a way... my priority at the moment is getting my butt in gear with these new projects I've been wanting to get my teeth into.

I miss Bernice.

Ladybird Ladybird...

I found a Ladybird in my bathroom this morning. After some investigation I worked out it's a type of 2 Spot Ladybird, which was wierd because it actually had four spots.

Anyway, I decided to call her Bernice.

2007

I last posted back in the old days of 2006...

I'm taking my christmas tree down later and I don't bloody want to because I've got used to it being there and I don't want a big miserable empty space. I don't like January much... it's generally pretty sucky for most people I think. Bad weather, grumpy and tired, it's like the annual hangover month. It just feels.. bluergh. I know that as soon as the tree is down, things will feel 'back to normal' again... that's the worst bit. I'm back at work, Niall is back at work, Matthew and Yumi will be flying back to Japan on Friday... and then it's the normal dredgery of daily life again.

BUT, I went to check my email this morning to find another online artist community asking for my input, so I'm taking that as a sign that I really need to keep pushing my illustration work this year. Start as you mean to go on and all that...

Sooo, christmas... yeah it was good. I don't want to use the word nice... but it was. It was cosy enough, as christmas should be, and I was kept pretty busy all through. I think I've beaten the record for the most amount of christmas/roast dinners in a week... I think we must have had about four in a row! Great though... you can't beat a roast dinner. The annual traditional christmas eve pub gathering was carried out in the usual fashion, though I didn't get drunk this time. New years eve was also a quiet one; choosing to spend it round my mums rather than at a friends house party, where last year I got VERY VERY ill.

Highlights of the holiday include:

• Giving out the cool pressies I got everyone.
• My array of pressies, santa did good this year :-)
• Having a quiet New Years Eve round the folks house avoiding vast money spending, drunkenness, illness and getting soaked in the rain.
• Spending a first christmas in my own place
• Matthew and Yumi announcing their engagement!
• Not having to work with BossBitch

Yep my bro is getting married... not sure how he's managed to convince the poor girl, but Yumi is great and I'm looking forward to having a sister in law! The wedding will be in Japan next year, so we're looking into trying to scrimp and save to afford the flights over there. All very exciting!

Right, I have things to do this year: I have to make sure my portfolio's are up to date and looking spanking good. I need to keep pushing my work and improving. I need to keep trying to be positive and like me. Annnd, I need to take more photographs. Those are my resolutions. Happy New Year readers.

Only another 356 days til christmas!!!

Why the hell not...?!

I have a WHOLE week off work! Then I only have to work one busy saturday before I'm off for a few days for christmas. So, to celebrate, I went to sainsburys today in my three and a half inch platform pirate heels just for a bottle of coke, washing up liquid and some chocolate covered raisins. :-)

Latest creation...

Twinkle Twinkle

I couldn't wait any longer!



And of course... my Jack Skellington bauble!

:-)

Must Have been High.

Holy Crap. Tool were good. They were incredible actually.

I don't mind paying alot for gigs like that... I mean Laser beams and UFO type lights that move and point to the audience?! Wicked stuff... and they sounded PERFECT. We weren't allowed to take photos unfortunatly but I doubt my little phone camera could've coped anyway. It was just amazing in there... and I actually really liked where we were sitting too. Not too far away and with a really good clear view unhindered by hairy, sweaty men bouncing about and crashing into you. Aaaaah thank god for seats. Getting seats also meant I could look oober funky in my heels without the pain. :)

I was a little disappointed in the normality of Maynard James Keenans attire... normal jeans, spikey hair and armbands... I'd been expecting some sort of wierd tunic and bare feet... but no. His bizarre dance rituals more than made up for it though. The guy can limbo for christs sake!!!

There were down-sides to the night however. I was a bit taken-a-back to discover that the support band were Mastadon. Now, I don't like that sort of crappy sucky grunty tosh anyway... but I've never seen such a shit set played by a rock band. You could barely hear anything clearly though I have a feeling nothing they did would be worth hearing anyway. Even Niall hated it. The other down side was the loser steward outside the venue who told us that we wouldn't be let in with bags, then told us to go all the way round the front of the building when we could have just gone through some doors about three feet away. He was a frickin ponce and he lied too because after we got in I saw LOADS of people with bags. Sadcase.

All in all, it was superb. I loved seeing Niall's face when we walked up to the Arena and he saw a billboard poster for some Dancing on Ice thing by Torvil and Dean... I couldn't let the poor bugger think I'd got him tickets to that so I helped him along in working out why we were there by pointing out various fan T-shirts in the queues. I think he was pleased AND relieved!

I got a cool T-shirt which I proudly wore to do my christmas shopping in the next day. AND, if the whole experience wasn't awesome enough... the T-shirt is ACTUALLY a SMALL one too... it fits!!!!! FINALLY acknowledgment that small people DO exist and buy clothes!!!!

Only thing is... I have a tendancy to get the post-amazing-gig blues where you drop off the "cloud of awe" and realise you're not going to get that experience again for ages.

*sigh*

Myspace killed my blog.

My blog has been negelcted and visitors are far too bemused by the spangly slapper myspace... but my blog will remain damit.

So tonight is a big night. I bought Niall tickets to see Tool tonight for part of his christmas present, and as far as I know he has no idea they're even playing so it should be interesting to see his face when we get there. I'm excited myself because it's bound to be a good night and without sounding like a total fogee, we get to sit down because those were the only seats left! Man... I'm 23 and I'm enjoying the fact that I've got seated tickets to a gig... but it means I don't get pushed over or crushed and I might actually see something which is good. I'm also glad that I'll get to wear some sort of boots and rock gear that I haven't been able to in a while. I'm all set for a good night, and it's put me in a cheerful mood since I have both today and tomorrow off work too.

Today is December the 1st and as I opened the first door of my Pirates of the Carribean advent calendar, which incidentally was orlando bloom's face, it dawned on me that TECHNICALLY I can put up my christmas tree without being discriminated against for buying into the christmas hype too early. Well, I still want to wait until the 10th but I have a feeling I won't last that long... I mean now the advent calendars are out... it's going to be harder.

Unfortunatly too, I have plans to go to a big garden centre tomorrow and I fear they have a christmas shop there... uh-oh MAJOR not-buying-more-baubles-challenge ahead. I do need some bauble hooks though.

oooh and on another christmassy note... If I think you rock or are 'cool' enough to be my friend and you still haven't sent me your address yet for me to send you a christmas card you're running out of time, so do it. now... or else... you won't get one. Shock. Horror.

:)

Blind.Head.Pain.

I got smacked on the head by a 183 cm roller blind today. It F***ing hurt.

Death of a Nightclub.

News Article

My nightclub burnt down.


I heard on the news the following morning that the nightclub I go to (when I have money of course) was burnt down. Everyone was evacuated and no one was badly injured but the building has been destroyed. More than likely, the downstairs pub has been too. It's one of the very few decent rock venues in the city and although I haven't had chance to get there as often as I'd like lately, I'm kinda gutted about it being destroyed like this. I think there's still an investigation into the cause but I have an inkling it was lame-ass smokers. Why can't they burn down their own houses? Another one up for banning smoking in public places I think. And if it was started intentionally by some idiotic loser then I hope he feels mighty proud for putting 500 peoples lives at risk.

I don't know if it will be rebuilt. I don't know if it will be gone forever... but it's really sad all the same.

RIP Eddies... please come back.

Flamin' Eck.

Last night, November the 5th, was bonfire night; the wonderfully British phenomenon steeped in tradition, lovingly remembering our heritage of catholic burning by setting fire to huuuuge mounds of old wooden fences and crates alongside beautifully coloured if not rather noisy fireworks displays. There was no Guy Fawkes effigy, and wierdly enough last year they burnt large wooden swans which was a bit odd, this year it was a simple mound of old wood. It went up like a... well a bonfire... and even though we were standing a good 300 feet away I could feel that familiar eye-burning and toastie warm face glow. The fireworks were... awesome... they lit up the whole sky and the finale was just damn excellent. Everyone thought it was over, then a second later they shot a firey, upwards waterfall of sparkles into the air accompanied by the biggest, loudest fireworks I think I've ever seen. They were massive, and they almost encompassed my whole scope of vision in the sky. I caught the finale on my camera phone, which obviously just did not do it all justics at all but I got it all the same... only trouble is, I have no software to edit it on my computer and due to using my phone the wrong way round, the video is on its side. So, all I have to show for it is the following phone picture.


I just loved it. I stood there in my new jeans, long socks underneath and my firey new rocks, three layers of jumpers, gloves, hat, scarf and of course my big furry, gorrilla jacket... and it felt nice to be apart of a community that were all there for one thing, to watch people exploding things into the sky and to make a big fire; united in being freezing cold but loving it all the same.

Roll on next November.

Monster Munch.

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Sunny, Cold and the sky is blue.

It's 2.06 pm. I've been all the way into Brum and back this morning and I only saw one cloud in the sky the whole time. This is my favorite type of weather... cold but sunny and a wonderfully blue, clear sky.

I just feel good walking along in my stripey, fingerless gloves, my furry, black scarf and nice warm jacket, feeling the cold on my face but every now and then the warm glow of the sun from the clear sky. Everything is bright, colours are enhanced, my clothes aren't sopping wet from any British-y type rain and it just makes me feel positive and happy.

Even when shops can't be bothered to stock more than two sizes of jeans after I journey all the way into town at 9.30 on my day off because I saw a particular pair I liked; even when I get stuck with an Italian man rubbing my hands with lotion for twenty minutes trying to sell me over priced lotions and "cutical softening cream enriched with minerals all the way from the dead sea, which by the way is the lowest lying location on earth"; even when I get stopped TWICE by people with clip boards asking if I'd had any accidents in the last four years; even after washing my hair for the first time since having it cut, highlighted and styled-meaning you can never ever recreate how nice it looked when it was first done... EVEN then...

... I feel fine... because it's sunny and cold and the sky is blue.

:)