The Great Ocean Road

The GREAY

Melbourne

ok so I loved Melbourne - the vibe is chilled and the grub, pub and club selction is excellent.

They had lots of excellent street names and I managed to catch a few on camera.
If I can find the rest I will post here, in the meantime here is a sample.

ladder of light

the state of her over there

CURRENT MOOD

drowning.

Must stop this current mood lark and get another mood

Onwards

Taking a step back from it all

gotta stop the spending

I want to travel next year - badly.

So have to save - something I am terrible at doing.

I am more of a live for the now kinda person.

Life of the edge - edge of nothing

Anyway I am saving saving saving my pennies. Literally unfortunately.

I now have a fiver in the piggy bank.

YIPPEE!!!!!

Dreamin

This one is from a couple of months ago.

Swirling blues like a Van Gogh painting.
The lenses of my eyes are face down on a table in front of me.
I am watching them.

My shrink found this significant - when I could afford to see her.
I never found out why this was casue I haven't been able to afford her since.

So how did I end up here again?

Insurance? Seriously, insurance?

I've always wanted to be on the creative side of life. Wrote plays when I was a kid, made radio shows. Always wrote in school, I still have a notebook in my bag wherever I go. I can sing , well you know I can create stuff, I think anyway.

For some reason I have never made the jump and developed my small talent into something that makes me a happy living.

But honestly I never thought I would end up in INSURANCE.

What has happened?

Current Mood: trapped

back from the parties

weddings are a funny old time
everyone thinks that once you are over thirty you must give up the finger and bless it with some symbolic jewel
when you are at a wedding people take the opportunity to give advice on the state of your relationship
how they feel it would be better to get hitched, give a day out.
I've never understood the pressure spoken of in those rubbish chick lit books and movies until this year.
They can all fuck right off now

MISSING

Times have flowed on and changed. I miss seeing my friends everyday. I have no idea if the friendships will last past the final clock out. I just hope they will.

Memories of the times
A thicket of blonde appearing over the green boards. Coming down to chat to me about the latest book readings. Relieving the utter crushing boredom of a job with no challenge. Creating smiles that change the entire face.

The other blonde peering around the far dilbert with the wide eyes thinking us all in
giving opinions freely.

Sitting in a circle talking nonsense and sense.

We had way more fun than we should have had I'm sure of it.

But where is it all without the silliness.

It is all in a haze now and I miss it much.

Times move on, move on, move on, move on.

Farewell

THEY HAVE KILLED OFF THE MOST INTERESTING SKINS CHARACTER

I THINK THEY ARE A PACK OF WANKERS

Today

got up and felt sorry for self cause I have the sniffles
booked flights to Italy
drove the man over to the board game house
drove back without getting lost - Yay
took some Neurofen cold n flu
dried the dishes
cut roses back
mowed lawn (70' lawn thank you)
jumped on compost to get more room
painted door frame
painted banister
painted meter box cupboard
wrote test questions for new work trainees
got washing out
facebooked
blogged
read other blogs
texted friends
made burgers
watched House re-runs
ate my own weight in chocolate
cleaned up cat puke
ordered and ate chips - now feel sick and kinda food bold
decided it is OK to start a blog without a capital letter
watched the end of Adam Bede - i loved the book as a young teen
wrote this list

wow not too bad for a sniffles day

Spreader

I have had the clogged nose, the streaming eyes and the general grumpiness.
These are all associated with the Cold.
I have no idea who gave it to me however I intend to spread it around.
It has seriously impacted my weekend.
Also the M on y laptop is sticky.
Let the spreading begin.

DMZ

Tee hee ...was chatting to a rather drunken but clever man at a party last night and it has been established that we live in the DMZ. Demilitarised Zone or the Northside of Dublin to you.

I intend to use this from now on and pass it off as my own. He has given me free reign to do so.

I got to see a couple of exhibitions in Melbourne

I got to see a couple of exhibitions in Melbourne.
There was a Nick Cave exhibit , which was, ya know about Nick Cave.
Actually there were some incredible photos of the man himself and associated artists through the years. (Oh what I would give to have my times recorded in arresting still life.) The display also consisted of notebooks, a film, art, collected memorabilia and voice over recordings reading out some of the notes.
There were pictures from Louis Wain and many other intriguing items that this man of diverse interest has collected over the years.
The exhibit brought me from the early days right up to Grinderman whom I saw play at ATP. They blew me right up in the air that time. I am especially fond of the No Pussy Blues that was sung with much gusto.
I am a Nick Cave fan and I have to say really enjoyed all the info and small insights into his life. It was cheering to see the pictures of his wife and children in the dense darkness of the other works.
The notebooks were a fantastic addition and gave me a feeling I was getting to see the cogs usually so well hidden by production.
The general atmosphere was enhanced by the classic tunes playing throughout.
As always I found the amount of information in the exhibition overwhelming and I could have done with returning another day to go over the parts I was unable to digest.
But as I blinked out into the afternoon sun I knew my time was limited and Melbourne had much to offer a culture hungry tourist.
Onward I walked.

Fairytale of Kathmandu

Currently watching this film.
Honestly it really isn't looking too well for Cathal O Searcaigh.
His general ponderings on love appear to be slightly deluded.
I will return to this subject when I have time

Thoughts

In my recent mind wanderings and drifting I have wanted to run at you and kiss you fiercely.

Knock you over in the kitchen as if I were a battering ram.

Smash all the cups and litter the place with debris.

All abandon and chaos.

Delightful.

This Morning

The rabbit was dark haired and long. To be honest it was more likely a hare but my hazy mind was not certain.

There was nothing in focus but the hare and my hands around it choking.
I could see my thumbs tightening and compressing the neck.
No struggling.
I pushed through the windpipe.
The skin parted in my hands.
I pulled off the rest of the hide and was done.

Back to Work Rant

The thing about being back to work is the level of playground drama that goes on.
It feels strange to be completely immersed in it again.
Loud personalities are encroaching on my space.
I feel my back starting to ache with the bother of it all.

I want to work in a place free from politics...but honestly there is none.
That is my depressing thought of the day.
That everyone in Ireland who looks stressed is stressed. I reckon this work life balance that we all crap on about so much doesn't exist.
You are expected to give too much to work and if you do not then the trouble starts.

I just have to keep picturing the people I saw living in huts off the side of the mountain with nothing, barely a thread and put it all in perspective again for myself.

Thailand is a funny place like that. Lots of students travelling on a budget that would pay the wages of some Thai workers for years. It is really commercial, beautiful, ravaged, over-run with tourists. The Thai people are just so polite and helpful.
Ah now I am back in the good place.

I am at home sick today

So watching Oprah at some stage in the afternoon is a must.

Now I have not had the pleasure in quite a while.
Jaysus the contestants are all sitting around a counsellor bitvhing about how a long over (9 yrs ago) divorce hurt them so much. I do not want to have my sick time invaded by three middle class young adults sniveling about how they feel they are unable to open up to their parents.

Does anyone want to open up to their parents or have the other happen...they open up to you. YIKES! My parents are great but I think it would kill them off if they knew what went on in my head and I am fairly certain a frank discussion the other way would have me running for the kitchen knife.

My advice to these well dressed young folk to get themselves a drinking problem like most of Irish youth and kill off any brain cells that would enable you to discuss emotions properly.

Maybe I should stick with Seoige and O'Shea where they are doing an item on tarot readings...Will different tarot readings be consistent for the same man? Effing tarot readings? How far has Grainne fallen since the newsreader days.
Still even I fancy the lovely Seoige....everytime I see her I imagine her in black with a large whip in hand.

Did I just fall into a weird fantasy land..did I mention I was sick?

Must turn TV back on to find out if GS thinks Irish men are bad husbands.
I'm guessing the target audience for this show are kinda sad.

ladies hair

What is is about my present surroundings that makes me feel the need to shave parts of myself?
I hate that my armpits look like I haven't hit puberty yet.
As for pubic hair - why would I want to look like a nine year old? Beside the re-growth itches so badly.
I would rather just look furry naked than be caught trying to itch my nether regions at work. Imagine getting into a good scratch and having it interrupted by your new bosses stares. Not a good introduction.

Still I did go for several years without shaving anything when I was younger. Then I got together with a friend of mine and I could see his face when he first noticed my legs. Which are not terribly hairy but it was noticeable nonetheless. Now he only did a brief double take but women are sensitive to these things so I shaved them the next day. I have never gone with the whole natural thing again.

I resent my bowing down to this social limitation. Particularly when I like men's hair. Why do they get to look so lovely with their soft hair smelling of goodness and I have to strip myself down.

Crazy

I envy you

the lack of involvement
ability to be close enough without truly blurring your feelings
the thickness of your hair
the soft strong voice
the closing off

Getting Home

I still feel out of step with the rest of the world here in Ireland.
Just a few seconds behind the reality of life.
It appears to make everything clearer and allows me to make decisions quicker than ususal.
Everything here is like one of those black and white movies of footballers. The ones where they run around like maniacs kicking the ball in an old fashioned way.
All mania and no style. I will continue after my dinner guests leave...

Is it a sign of madness to wear a plastic bag on your head in the shower?

One of the many questions asked of me by the cat this morning.
Probably is.
My excuse though is that I realised I had run out of conditioner and had no shower cap. What a disaster to start the day.
So a plastic bag was the only answer then.
Cat still reckons I have lost it though.

Melbourne

I'm staying here on King Street right in the middle of the CBD - central business district. King Street is all about wide paths, trams, leafy tall trees and nudie bars. And don't forget the 7 eleven where I get my cup of tea each night. Funny how being upside down makes you revert to classic Irish behaviour. I don't drink a lot of tea at home in Dublin but now I crave one before I go to bed each night.
Melbourne is unbelieveably chilled out. I was awake at 6 am on Monday so I took a stroll around and watched everyone on their way to work. Yes it is a joy knowing I don't face that for another month. Mostly though it struck me how relaxed these workers are in comparison to Dublin people with their pinched panicked faces rusing to sit in their Dilberts for the next ten hours of the day.
I suppose the heavy debts will do that to a person. Maybe the mortages just aren't the sames over here. Whatever it is though the atmosphere is lighter and a good deal more tolerant.

I like Melbourne in general and I'd say it would be a great place to live. The bars are pretty cool (I loved Bimbos) and everyone is fairly laid back.

They are really into tourists and have plenty of free stuff to experience here.
There is a tram and a shuttle bus that brings you around to tourist things for free. I popped in to a free Nick Cave exhibit earlier down by the river and on to the modern art exhibit later.

Still it is not a city to spend too long in as there are no great wow factors - I'd say a week is more than enough.

Tomorrow I go to Queenscliff and wedding fun for the rest of the week.

Query

What I guess I'm asking is....
Is it a sign of madness to clean the kitchen in ones underwear?

I read about it in a book once.....so I thought I would try it.

So the verdict is

well it is kinda cold. And if the other half happens to walk in well they may just think you've finally lost it.

Done

PACKED - pretty much.

Possibly forgotten everything important but at least my bag is light.

Ah feck

I have to pack.

I wish someone could pack for me - it is such a chore.

Also there is a lot of pressure to get it right becasue I am away for a month.

The other half has packed two weeks worth of underwear - total madness. Just wash em in the sink and dry them over night. I am bringing 5 days worth.

Oh jeez now we have competitive packing time.

sniffles

I woke up this morning with a raging sore throat and ears.
My ears trouble me a fair bit in winter - that is why I have a lot of hats with ear covers for the bike.

Anyway I have been gargling with solpedine - then swallowing of course (no wasting).
No plague drink for me thank you very much.
Now I am now just slightly stuffed up with a minor throat ache. Which suits me fine cause I am off to Australia on Saturday and I do not want to be weakened going on a plane.
Planes are much worse than Dublin buses even. You know the way buses are filled with disease ridden flea bags (including yourself). They are just waiting to breathe on you and attack your immune system with their nasties. Yeah well planes are that by a hundred. Maybe I should bring a mask. Except I'd never get to Australia. I'd get arrested in Heathrow for wearing a mask or shot. And Australian customs will think I've got something to hide and arrest me again there. They will send me straight home, I know I have seen the tv programme.
OK so no mask. And I should really stop worrying so much about the lack of recycled air, take a sleeping tablet on the plane and miss all the disease madness.
For now just sniffles.

Cups

Does anyone else experience the great CUP issues in work that we do?
There are signs up and dictation from on high re these cups. We have gone through 6 cup changes since I have worked here. Most of these
in the last two years. First rule was no cups of tea at the desk – but our kitchen does not
hold the 300 staff we have so we need to drink beverages somewhere. We have had several changes of metal travel cups – apparently we need lids on our cups. Anyway after many tries with cling film over cups and the like the latest incarnation is a small metal mug with a plastic lid on it. We need to wash these and look after them ourselves – fine whatever about
the washing but why metal cups? I am not camping at work.
Mind you – the cup issues are nothing compared to the parking problems.

my sister is on the radio

Well college radio but still the airwaves. How cool is that.
She sounds posh but well spoken. You know kind of sexy and definately clear. Quite commanding really.

Yay

drifting thoughts

The vision of you on the chair in the kitchen that night.

It just brings me a rush.

You looked so ice cream.

If it gets too hot

You just start taking your clothes off...right?
I am a peeler. If it gets too hot the jumper comes off.

The others in the house are are not so sure about the peeling but I have clean underwear on.

I think thats ok then.

Is it this time again?

I think it is time to take out the uniform and do some naughty nursing again.

Excellent.

Bon Ga

Well I've been there a couple of times now.
The food is great - freshly cooked there in front of you and tasty.
You need a good slow eating pace and some cold cans to drink.
Well
Last night there was a large group of black t-shirt wearing semi-rocker types at the table across from us. One of them would occasionally get up and crotch thrust dance around another one when the birthday music came on. Bon Ga do this whole thing where they flash lights, put on crazy music, bring out a cake and a big sword to cut it. Everyone in the place claps and hollers along with the music.
Anyway the crotch thruster thought he would organise a cake for his silver chained black t-shirt wearing mate. All the cake fuss went on, the silver chain guy throws a major tantrum and storms out. A pony tail guy hot foots it after him and the rest of the table squirms. Then crotch thruster goes outside to sort it out. A lot of shouting and pointing in the air goes on which is visible to everyone in the restaurant through the large front window.
Crotch dude comes back in with head low and baldy never returns. The cake sits there looking lonely for the rest of the night. Hilarious.
Seriously good alue for 22 euro all you can eat.

flliberty jibbet

why to do I miss so
why do I fret so
why do I remember so
why do I feel so
why do I bite my lip so
why do I falter so
why do I exhaust so
why do I bolt so
why so I jitter so
why do I shiver so

nmnmnmn

On the way home the house are flying past my eyes but the clouds are sticking with my pupils.

Greetings

HI TOM

Food Thoughts

my current favourite dinner - baked potato with blue cheese mashed

my favourite mammy dinner - shepards pie

my favourite takeout - dry special fried rice and bbq spare ribs

my favourite friends dinner - lebanese food - mezze

my favourite couple dinner - sushi and some sake cocktails

Cheats Curry

forget grinding up spices,chopping veg and waiting hours for the curry on a Friday night.
And forget that horrible endless night on the jacks after a bad take out - here is a decent quick tasty curry.

Bag of chopped veggies - carrotts, broccoli, asparagus, butternut squash.
Chicken breast chopped
Onion and Garlic chopped
Jar of curry sauce - i prefer M&S stuff if I am going the jar way
Tabasco sauce/ chillis chopped
Basmati Rice - in a packet if you are really lazy

Throw onion and chicken into pan with a bit of olive oil - fry up until chicken is cooked
Add in the veggies and garlic and cook for around ten minutes
Add in jar of sauce
Add tabasco/chillis to taste
cook basmati
add together - enjoy bowl of curry

mind you i reckon you could just buy some cooked chicken, add jar of curry and add basmati rice.

I am full of curry at the moment...mmmmm

chilly Friday Night

earlier i wanted a beer in a pub
Now I am sitting in front of the fire. My homemade chicken curry is almost ready.
The Daily Show is on and my feet are up.

No beer just fire

Mooning

Today I learned about these

Mooncup

Jaysus

They have different sizes or cups and mugs as I like to call them.
I am not sure I would want to go around with a cup in my fanny for a week.
Imagine if it popped out or something happened and you ended up in hospital. It is the same issue as the nasty knickers one. You know hot, rich young doctor looking at you in your big off white granny pants. He would have asked you out but for those damn pants. Now it is back to the single life of grey knickers and tv dinners for one.

Anyway I digress too much

It all came about when a mailing list I am on was discussing mad freecyclers.
There was one on looking for a mooncup – secondhand not a problem.

Shiver

Then there are these moon pads

Effing moon cycle celebration – hippie muppetry.

WTF? I do not celebrate my period – I hate it. I only get it every 2 months or so and I take a lot of solpedine, do weird stuff due to light headedness and feel cold all the time due to blood loss. Except when I have my hot flushes.

Actually I did something today that had a colleague looking askance at me. He had just asked me to help with something, written it down for me…in the space between a few desks I had lost the piece of paper and completely forgotten to do the task. I went back to him an hour later with a vague notion of having said I would help with something or other. Flipping periods make me more forgetful than usual.
Mooncups would not help this. Really not

today

today things are a bit better

Soundtrack - the best punk album in the world
Food - brown bread
Thoughts - people in China standing around waiting, people in Kenya getting killed, melbourne.
Hair - big and fluffy

I am in the middle of a book space at the moment. At a place where I feel I cannot commit to a book. Still though I am going away for a month. Not sure my camera manual will keep me going for a whole month. Must hunt for a new book.

day 3

Current soundtrack: Dead Kennedys

Current Food: Solpedine

Current thought: Everyone is a mutilated festering cunt

exhausted

have period - cannot function for the first three days due to pain and exhaustion.

day 2

are you a foot or a shoulder looker

This was a question recently put to me.
When drunk do I stare at my shoulders or my feet?
Apparently everyone has a moment when imbibing the sweet nectar that they turn to their shoulder or their foot.
I am indeed a foot person. Mind you I have no idea how anyone looks at their shoulder. Unless they had unusually wide shoulders. Then they may have trouble getting in doors. These are the sort of people who have double doors on the front of the house.
In my experience men usually default to the breasts at the staring point in the night. Women are too busy staring at the pretty shoes on their feet to be bothered.

This flower is showing off

I am showing off. Look at me in soft lighting. I am a sexy flower. This person is not doing me justice with this picture. I am totally divine in real life.

Orchid unable to escape

Winter Garden

These get moved around quite a bit becasue I'm a bit restless.

Tasty cakes

I get the frozen feet. Some days

I find it impossible to face people. Take today, I was up at 6am bright as a newly digested penny. But I sat downstairs thinking about having to say hello to the people outside and it made my feet freeze.
Frozen feet mean I was unable to go to work.
Nervous, Nervous, Nervous at the moment.

Smiling Memories

What a wonderful treat it was. Sitting down on the carpet in front of the fire for hours.
Just reading newspapers, half watching matches and drinking all those cups of tea.
It felt timeless inside the room. All fire inside and rain outside.
The intimacy of friends.

Mmmmmm FestoPie

Remembering Electric Picnic

Bliss after a hot shower

Dinner at Sluts End

I'm off to eat a dinner part tonight in a house which was built on a whores’ cemetery.
I reckon if you dug the garden up you might find a bit of petticoat miraculously preserved. How cool would that be to find?
To be honest some bones would be even better to find. I could put them up on the book shelf. I’ve always wanted a human skull to place amongst my books. A teenage fantasy held close still. They are pricey enough on the internet so I haven’t indulged myself, yet.

I’m excited about this dinner for so many reasons. The providers of the dinner have a very cute little baby. Although now that I think of it she will be asleep by 8.30pm. Hmm must call up at a better time for baby watching. Broodiness is a weekly feature in my head these days so the occasional cooing over a cute baby is a must.

Em, anyway back to the dinner. So I think it makes me cool (I never get to be cool), to hang out with people who live in a house at Sluts End. They have bodies in their garden. Maybe if the rain washes all the dirt away over the course of the dinner I’ll get to see some. We are getting lots of rain at the moment. I should bring a camera just in case. Wellingtons too, although as a fashion statement these are over. I think I can get away with being several years behind in the fashion stakes now I’m thirty.
Could I arrive at the door with a shovel for the house instead of the usual bottle of wine?
And we are bringing an external hard drive in order to get some new music from the host. He has really diverse musical taste and a generous nature, there will be swapping but mostly from the other side.
I’m all butterflies in expectation of a music library extension.

I will be back with more after the dinner, maybe with pictures.
At least some ghost stories.

I'm Not There.

Everyone should see it.
I was in sucha great mood after it last night.
What a performance from Cate Blanchett. But most of all the soundtrack.
So perfectly chosen.
It kept me captured all the way. Right to the end of the credits.
I am not sure why people left before the end of the credits like usual. The songs at the end were by Bob. Flippin eck.....why did you leave. WHY?
Anyway, D was not in attendance so we have plans to do a video night in our abode with snacks, for friends shortly. I can easily watch it again. Wow.
Funny how the film really captures what is most important about him without the mesmerising presence of the celebrity on screen.
excellent, excellent, excellent.

Jeez

I have been hit with a the fat round wave of tired. Straight from above. It has worked all the way down my body and now I feel very heavy.

All due to thinking I could keep up with the eating habits of some teens and early twenty year olds. They ordered chips and pizza for lunch today and i said to myself; yeah, why not get some chips?
Big mistake. They are all happy days and I have slumped in my chair a big jiggling waste of space thirty year old.
I am never going to make it through the next hour. I can't take a red bull. Sure I'd go mad altogether and become a fizzy trembling blob on the office floor. And I would probably black out. No need for vodka just pass the red bull under my nose and I'm half pissed/blacked out already.

The feeling of nothingness

I had been feeling depressed for quite a time then.
There were many tabs of Prozac and sleeping pills being consumed in order to steady me out.
When I took the Prozac that time it made me feel elated. So much that I took to the booze in order to increase the feeling. I could completely block out the rest of the world when I mixed my Prozac with my whiskey.
The relief came then from the constant focus on my thoughts. The feeling of breathing concrete lifted and I could run around like a maniac.
(I have always craved anything that adds to my energiser bunny behaviour. I hate downers.)
When I needed to sleep I swallowed a couple of tiny lilac pills and knocked the wind out of my wings.
I was walking around with huge black eyes and my hearing was starting to act up.
Tunnel hearing and tunnel thinking.
I was having a shower one evening before heading out.
There was nothing in my head at all that night except the flow of water down onto the white bath.
I knocked over the royal blue glass bottle my mother had from the seventies and it smashed into chunky bits.
I have an image of my pale skin, slightly pink from the water against the white bath and then all the blue glass around my feet.
I was cleaning it up and decided to cut my arms open instead.
I figured I should do it properly so I cut lengthways between my wrists and elbow. You know it is much harder to cut skin than you would think.
I left my wrist alone because I didn’t really want to kill myself that day. I wanted to try it all out.
My arm looked like a tree trunk for quite a while.
One person asked me about it and I said it was from a fall.
Years later I noticed the same marks on them.
In later months I flushed that prescription of Prozac and sleeping tabs. Stopping that medication so quickly is not a good idea but neither was cutting myself I suppose.

Work Stuff Again

endless talk on how this is all going to play out is doing my effing brain in.

It is bad enough that I am not remotely stretched at work without everlasting conversation on how things are giong to play with this new buy out.

Conjecture has to be the most boring way to spend breaks.

blah blah blah.

thinking on the page

Today is a bad day mood wise.

Mood swings are overwhelming me rapidly.

SWING swing SWING

swing

There is a strange atmosphere in the office here today mostly due to the buy out of the company.

The thing is most of the people here are getting loads of money from it so I have no idea why they are not happy, perhaps it is the uncertainty. People hate when major changes are brought about in work even if they are for the better.

I am getting no money from all this as the company I work with daily is my client.
It is a funny old situation where we are in-house contractors and have been for many years. I’m worried about my job as the new buyers of my clients’ org are not in favour of contractors. Fair enough, a substantial amount of money is spent on us every year.
I don’t really mind about the money so much, although I am looking with slight regret on my turning down the job offer I had from my client three years ago. Then again I have never liked them as an organisation and I still believe in my reasons for turning the job down in the first place stand.

I am re-doing the old CV now and I should really take this as an opportunity to get something new going. I think I would like to move away and work abroad for a couple of years but circumstances do not allow. I am not sure why I am putting such limits on myself in that regard actually. Maybe I should look for work abroad. The lifestyle in Australia might be good.

Anyway I’ll return to this subject shortly.

Pavee Lackeen

a devastating and wonderful film

I was brought to tears which is rare.

outside myself again

Here I am in the car
Hands on the wheel
Strapped in facing forward
In the dark
Staring out the window
I have no idea where I am supposed to be going

my new favourite place to hang out. scratch the old one

http://annierhiannon.blogspot.com/

new favourite place to hang out

http://yadogg.com/pictures/dreams-of-flying/

Being Bottomly

I drag a reasonably large wagon. Always have done no matter what the dress size. This means I have always had a pain in the large one getting trews for work and such. I go for A-line skirts and dresses usually. But today I was in top-shop doing some voucher shopping with the mother. Feckin love voucher shopping. I was terribly excited about the vouchers but not about top shop. I end up getting shoes, tights and the like there cause the clothes are for those with smaller peaks than myself. Today I came up trumps at last. There we were in the big TS milling around with all the over dressed teens. The mother spotted a shapely dress on the hanger to the right. And I finally thought, after decades of self doubt that perhaps I could try this one. And then sure feck it I bought it. And when I brought it home I took the tags off.....no going back then. Now The other half has given positive feedback. "It is bottomly but not too much" and a bit a friendly groping........which in fairness is a huge compliment coming from an Irish fella.

after years living with someone they decide to change their couch attitude.

I'm sitting here with itchy nipples.
Could be the new bra. Usually I spend a lot on underwear but being poor at the moment I ran along to M&S and picked up a reasonably priced one. Could be...well I have no idea what else is could be right now.
I have decided the bra can no longer be tolerated but rather than taking it off I have chosen to sit here with with my boobs hanging out of my top.
The other half is having a deep conversation with the big green monster so is fairly tolerant of my couch behaviour at the moment. Still he is looking a little askance.
must go find lotion now.

what a long time it has been

It has been a hazy couple of months for the brain.

drinking, chatting, bitching and smiling

All over town in the crowds living it up like I'm an itch you can't scratch.
The sparkles have been dusted off and the drugs have run out.
The pink wings are all in shreds and the eyes are somewhat redder.
Forget flying around every day of the darned week trying to fit more booze in my body.
I am back on the couch and ready to rock and write.