happy birthday, Kate!
Here we are, on this magic date - barely home from our very first KBF Gathering in Shadowland.
Am still feeling bamaboozled by the weekend heatwave and seafog that has forced us to stagnate in Granite City [Aberdeen] for a further two days... all is feeling in slow motion.
A few messages here and there on our Forum in an attempt to catch up with our [KBF] world... Discovering [better late than never!] Matt's fabulous blog & pics... your own pix... wowowowowow!
OK I really haven't done blogs before or massively get what bloggings about but thought I might use my blog to talk a bit about what's happening in my life at the moment.
I know sometimes when I've previously been through something traumatic or had a big emotional upheaval I do get something out of writing my feelings down and reading it back. I once wrote a letter to Chris when we temporarily split some time ago but I had no intention of sending it to him I just wanted to put in down on p
So here we are Monday morning SWELTERINGLY hot, I am sitting in the foyer of Oxford station waiting for my train. I have been drinking water constantly since I woke but I am still feeling incredibly dehydrated as my clothes – supposedly made to cope with these kind of conditions are just plastered to me – nice! Everywhere around me, people are huffing and puffing whilst wearing the minimal amount possible. Mugins here however, has an enormous heavy case, a photo backpack that weighs a ton and
There seemed to be a bit of confusion regarding the start time of our picnic, about half of the people turned up at one o'clock when it started, and the other half turned up at two o'clock. This presented some problems as the ones who were there on time wanted to get off and do some sight-seeing – or cheese tracking. The staff at the Vaults were brilliant and put out loads of tables joined together for us and we actually did get people together at about quarter past two to have a chat with Venus
OK, have to do a very brief blog entry today as we are short of time. I have posted just a few images to let you see what we've been up to. The tour was terrific but sweltering – ugh, I hate the sun – well, it hates me anyway. The lady guiding us had extensive knowledge of Phillip Pullman and his work and she took us to many places of interest. A few of us just couldn't stay the pace of two hours in the sun and by the time we got to the Magdalen Collage part of the tour only seven of us wanted t
Just sitting here, in the conservatory of my guesthouse post breakfast but whilst Anders takes a post breakfast nap. Last night was quool, met up with Mike, Connie, Syl, the Punki brothers, Chemode, Darkly Noon, Coops, and Monkey Man for a really good curry at Chutney’s. Chutney’s is a non-pretentious place, but the food is excellent and so is the service. Anders and I where second to arrive, Syl had beaten us, and as we had not met before I wasn’t sure who she was and plump
Rang up the taxi firm again and got a “that will be at least three quarters of an hour”. Fortunately, the nice stand-in landlord offered me a lift as he was going into town – to get something for my breakfast hopefully. J
Got into town and tried to find the tourist information office. Asked a couple of people who got me to the opposite end of town between them, actually, the first kid had given me the correct directions, then an older bloke sent me back where I had come form – only for m
25 July 2008
Matt's Zodiac Forecast, from Jonathan Cainer
Gifts and presents make a fine example. We want them to be pristine. If the box or the packaging is battered, we feel that it does not make an appropriate offering - even though we know that within moments of handing it over those bits of card and plastic will be consigned to the rubbish. We want the wrapping paper to look right too, yet it is the very first thing to be removed and discarded. This weekend, you must
Just had breakfast – despite me choosing this place because they claimed to be able to cope with different diets, and, having emailed them to remind them that I am Vegan, the guy who is looking after the place had forgotten to get any soya or plant milk, and hadn’t got any veggie sausages either. So while he went out to get some soya milk he left me sitting there without any juice or coffee. He is the relief manager and he’s a really nice bloke actually – he’s a bit of a thesp and keeps bursti
Just back from Oxford (Where I am staying is outside Oxford by quite a bit which is a bit of a bind to say the least – it's costing me a fortune in Taxis. By the way, it's hard to get taxis here, I phoned one to go, and the guy said he couldn't do it for half an hour. (When I phoned from the restaurant later, they said they couldn't do it at all – the restaurant staff got me one.)
When I got to the Indian Restaurant, it wasn't there – this after me ringing them first to check they had a sp
So, here we are in Oxford for the 2008 UK Kate Bush Fan Gathering.
The story so far...
I overslept this morning and didn’t wake until 9 am. This Meant I had a huge rush to get myself ready and get all my gear packed. Last night I went out for a meal to celebrate a friend’s birthday and was talking to another friend when I remembered that his brother now lives in Oxford, so I rang him first thing. Turns out, he is well up for it for coming to the gig on Saturday, and he has invited m
Realized I've started talking to myself,
and It's never complimentary.
Avoiding mirrors again.
Can't stand the looks
"There's less to me than meets the eye" I read that somewhere and thought that's me - I'm disappearing at a rate of noughts. I'm like that tree falling in the forest when no ones there, I'm nothing at all. Unmoving and unmoved, I sit empty for days hoping somebody might call by before I vanis
My cat is very old, well quite old - he has that baggy look that old cats get, and seems to have shrunk in the last 2 years.
He used to be quite butch.................. the strong and silent type. In fact we used to comment on his silence. he never said a word, even when we opened a tin of tuna, he never said a word, he would just skip on his front paws from one to the other, in a Homer Simpson kinda way!
He has never voluntarily even once sat on our either of our laps.
He has stared
Feeling lost today. Woke up early, stared at the ceiling for several hours, trying to think of a reason to get out of bed... thirsty? ... ignore it. Hungry? ..... too fat anyway - ignore it. Lonely? ... ppfft - like that's gonna change.
Am feeling again a bit like I've stepped back, somehow out of reach again, all the old insecurities are gathering around, pushing for attention, I do my best to ignore them, but they're winning this morning - I tried to visualise 3 doors to lock the worst cu
Time is unto itself as grammar to language; I sat in a candlelit cafe reading the woes of war in verse and thinking form, when suddenly a sentence in time, some mantra I've been saying for a cosmically long stretch, came to its end and the mantra collapsed under its emphatic conclusion. I was exposed to all the things that mantra mantle had been meant to hold at bay and a moment of total honesty encircled me in the dark. For a second I cried like I'd forgotten I could and it was aweful.
...is worth two in the bush, said Basil Fawlty (or something similar). The point is, his head injury put him in a liminal presence of mind, like those slot machines with the three picture wheels, and you pull the lever and the pictures spin and then may or may not line up--his pictures weren't lined up properly. This provided him the unique opportunity of escaping the logical confines of language...which now I think of it is sort of redundant--logic and logos are after all one and the same...ish
I've just returned from seeing "The Golden Compass." I feel the desire to write a review. Not an in-depth one, as I've seen it but once and I've not read the books, but it raised some questions and thoughts in me.
Or rather, it raised nothing but questions, in such a way that I found myself unable to come to any final decision on anything. And I am no longer certain whether that is good or bad. Is this the future of film narrative? That's what it all comes down to.
Granted, I am aware, vague
The last three months have been hell.... I know people go through this all the time, but I could never have imagined the pain.
I met Ken late on in life really, I mean most people are pretty settled with kids and such in their twenties I think, or so it seems.
I can remember approaching 30 and being kinda nervous about it, when suddenly I got this feeling inside that something good was on it's way, it wasn't just a whim, it was like someone beyond my understanding knew how bad things were
Once upon a time, there was a lady who was named for a city in Spain. She lived in a small dusty town in northern Texas, and had 6 sisters ahead of her, one below, and a brother to boot. She had small hands, and was frequently tricked into cleaning the lanterns; that is, until her family got their first light bulb and they all sat around staring at it in wonder like idiots. There was a picture of her with her sister below her in a donkey cart, and she squinted in the sun. She always seemed to be