It seems apt that World Mental Health Day should fall during a period where I'm experiencing a depression that is sometimes debilitating. I find it hard to talk about how I feel, how it feels, partly because I'm British and therefore labour under the understanding that nobody would possibly be interested in how I'm feeling, and partly because there ( Read more... )

This is actually going to strike a serious note, because I don't think I have ever had the misfortune of watching a film as obnoxiously unpleasant as this one. The suffragette movement might as well have never existed. Emmeline Pankkhurst, Sojourner Truth, Elizabeth Garrett Anderson, Simone de Beauvoir, er, Claire Rayner: turns out you died with ( Read more... )

I am building a massive great cable car over the Thames (not with my own fair hands mind, but I'm involved and that's what counts). Exciting, right? WRONG. Zillions (no, I'm NOT exaggerating, not in the slightest) of plans that all look the sodding same and my arms are too short to hold them or fold them so I give up and make paper hats out of them ( Read more... )

Whenever I hear the capital of Bahrain, Manama, on the news, I am distracted for the rest of the story by singing this:

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The week so far is total balls. Just bleurrgh. But it's OK, I'll get through it. What's the worst that could happen? Other than homelessness, prostitution, rape and eventually being found dead, alone and wearing casual sports clothing, in a crack house in Plaistow? Putting those possibilities to one side for a moment, everything's going to be just ( Read more... )

What have I been up to?

* I've had the flat to myself a fair bit so that inevitably means a lot of dancing to loud music in such a way that I would never want the public to see.

* catbo is a very clever girl and bought Seasons 1 & 2 of 30 Rock. Genius, right ( Read more... )

1. I have become a cock and bought an iPhone 4 ( Read more... )

Paris, je t'aime

Unwatchable, other than Gaspard Ulliel whom I could watch all day. Through binoculars. But then he slapped that injunction on me.

Amelie

I don't know whether I cry because I'm happy or sad or miss Paris or because her shoes are so terrible.

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

The French Fatal Attraction, once again with a man so ( Read more... )

Got my rock chick look and my Bad Fi strut on today - you should have seen the people of Walthamstow scatter to clear a path for me. So Plans A through C for tonight are abandoned and instead I'm going to drink margaritas and go somewhere I can dance to my strut music until dawn.

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Ladies and gentlemen, I think tonight is going to be cause to break ( Read more... )

The Proclaimers
Biffy Clyro
This band playing on MTV Rocks (catbo claims they're about to vomit haggis ( Read more... )