Friday, March 24, 2006

Tales of the unexpected

For a thoroughly charming tale read this.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Crayon kid

My housemate's a primary school teacher and talking to her last night reminded me of two things that happened to me when I was at primary school:

I broke a crayon, I think it was a blue one, and I was mortified! I started crying and thought I was going to get the biggest telling off of my life by the teacher. I remember being consoled by my fellow six year old class mates.

Another time, in the same class, the teacher wasn't around, so I took a crayon and with a glee hitherto unknown, set about drawing all over my desk. I was ecstatic! I remember being so happy about what I was doing. My classmates gave me worried, concerned looks but I just smiled at them and carried on with my task of defacing the entire desk. I really covered it in crayon! I can't remember thinking that it might be wrong, I just has it in my head and the job had to be finished! I got into huge trouble because of it; my parents got notified and everything and I think I was branded 'troublesome' for the rest of my time there.

Still… the signs of a graphic designer in the making, eh?!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Deep Blue Radio

Ha ha! This is my mate Bezz's radio show! He's one half of Solarstone and he's the one that sounds a bit too much like Pete Tong! Bezz and me came up with the phrase "beesnthings" when we were 13.

Where he got that London accent I'll never know!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Fed up!

I'm fed up.

I'm fed up with work, cold, and Portslade. I'm fed up with getting on the bus every morning. I'm fed up with my disastrous love life. I'm fed up with spinach pasties. I've had enough of people who constantly talk about themselves. I'm tired of being a pauper in a rich person's city. I've had it with counselling and constantly mulling things over. I don't want to be a navel-gazer any more.

I want some excitement.

I need a life changing event; a holiday, a romance, a holiday romance. I want to meet someone who's as interested in me as I am in them and I want to fall, head over heels, in love, be whisked away to another country where it's warm and where we can make music together until we get old and die.

That's not asking too much is it?

Friday, March 10, 2006


I found this photo of the Lake District in my archives so thought I would share.

Slightly sad memories of this photo: I went to the Lakes with my girlf at the time and we split up on the second day of what was meant to be a relaxing, romantic holiday. This photo was taken a day after we split up while we weren't really talking to each other but still thought we could carry on with the holiday.

We were wrong.

The day after this, after not getting much sleep, I flipped out, punched a hole in the bathroom door, sulked off into the hills for the day and then buggered off to Leeds to spend time with friends.

Every time I go to the Lakes something weird happens. I went camping near Windermere with my brother when I was young. On the second day there was a hurricane and the tent nearly blew away, with us in it! We forced the collapsed tent into the boot of my brother's car, spent the night in the car and drove back home the next day!

I swear, the girl I go to the Lakes with and have a good holiday that isn't cut short by hurricanes, that's the girl I'll marry!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Ode to a hot water bottle

Ode to a hot water bottle
When I first met you
my bedroom was freezing
I need you no longer
I’ve got central heating

The hot water bottle replies:

Oh fickle one,
Can no one be trusted?
I hope when it snows
Your heating is busted.

by Ruth Ibbotson and her Dad who replied to the first verse with the second. Thanks Roof!

Monday, March 06, 2006

Blown all away

I recorded another song on the weekend. Have a listen to it at my new myspace site: (Yes, I have got yet another homepage!)

Friday, March 03, 2006

Badgers sculpture at Stanmer Park

In my mind this piece of sculpture at Stanmer Park is everything that sculpture should be.

It was carved from a tree that had fallen in the storm of 1987, so it's using recycled materials and using them properly, in sympathy with its surroundings. There is a badger set not far from the sculpture, so it also has meaning and is relevant to its surroundings. Kids love clambering over it and its really tactile; this is great - sculpture should be for everyone and it should be touched, hugged, and climbed. It should never be behind glass.

Lastly, it changes with its environment: the head on one of the badgers is eroding as the tree slowly rots. It's changed in the few years that I've noticed it. And so it should. Nothing in life stays the same after all.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The lurgy strikes

Blurgh! Gastric flu is not nice.