Incredibly self-indulgent review of my last decade; I think it's an interesting exercise for me to do, it's not done for readers really. So, to save you the effort of reading it, it goes: *Friends, Fall in Love, Birmingham, Leeds, London, Fall out of Love, repeat from * until last stitch. Knit one ( Read more... )

Extracts from my livejournal.

January
And I'm all about 2009. Yep, all over it like prickly heat.

February
Eyes are sleepy, throat is hoarse.

March
Now I am be-cycled and can ride around feeling my freedom in my aching muscles.

AprilI dreamt about the bout last night/ this morning. The dream was mainly centred around buying sandwiches though, ( Read more... )

The end of this year and decade approaches so it's almost time for some back-looking and forward-peering.

Woody Allen's new year 2009 promise to me (that I will learn something about myself) has resonated regularly through my empty mind caverns this year, and I think it is a prophecy which is being fulfilled. After this in turns lovely, ( Read more... )

The thought of nanowrimo-ingagain this year crossed my mind after Rigor Morris tweeted me about it. Then it re-crossed my mind. And then it jumped and stomped and played drums in my mind. I have a lot of other writing to be getting on with. I really shouldn't nanowrimo this year ( Read more... )

Do you remember when you were a kid and after you'd eaten your Ma or whoever would tell you that you couldn't bezz around like a mad thing as you had to allow your dinner to settle down first? That might not have happened to you, but it did to me. It didn't ever make sense to me all of my kid days. It didn't matter to me whether I'd eaten a feast ( Read more... )

I visited the Fringe festival in Edinburgh. It was, without any exaggeration, one of the best weekends of this year. Some of my favourite friends were there. The Australian came up as well.

Best parts among many many many brilliant bits:

Free porridge with honey upstairs at the Forest Cafe, listening to Daniel Kitson and his guitar friend. ( Read more... )

With 1. I clearly remember the moment that I realised. The feeling that my wings had been clipped. If I tried to take off now I'd flutter back to the centre because I couldn't stand to fly too far away ( Read more... )

Hitch up those wagons again. It's time to get rolling. Westward ho! To the wild wilds of West Yorkshire to witness the horrors that await a band of young, and youngish, damsels trying their luck prospecting on the roller derby track in the Royal Armouries Leeds ( Read more... )

Erk! Thanks for the concern my loves. I'm alright ( Read more... )

That monthly sick to the very base of my stomach feeling is back. It's 'cause I looked at my bank account. After freaking out and walking around the city centre in a big sightless circuit, just grinding my teeth and panicking, I went back to work ( Read more... )