(Every time I think about this I just hear that in a dalek voice in my head, hence the title ( Read more... )

So last night I had been with DT & co, talking rubbish and what-not. Midnight-ish, on my walk home, I found what was probably a mop handle - it was a thin plastic stick at any rate. So I picked it up as I swooshed by and twirled it through my fingers as I went ( Read more... )

We were having a break at the Brew Haus the other day, and a band was playing. No idea who they were, but they weren't that great really. There was a song about 'Baby rub my belly like Guava jelly' or something equally inane and brain melting. But then there was a song about 'magical mystical Maui' and something to do with 'Hawaiian Superman ( Read more... )

Raven: Chitten, I think you'll want to move in a minute. Kallian and I are... well... about to get amorous and you're not invited.
Chitten: *My bed. Not moving.*
Kallian: Eh, she'll flee in a minute when the blankets get rucked.
(Blankets are duly rucked.)
Chitten: *My bed. My place. My keechers.* Purrrrrr... (Stretches out paws to prod me in the ( Read more... )

He took one look at me, frowned slightly and said, "Hmm. So tell me about the last couple of weeks - you haven't been doing so well, have you?" Which considering I was clean, wearing shoes, not twitching like a speed freak and not bleeding on the carpet was pretty perceptive, I thought ( Read more... )

Went to see Parkinson interview Don McCullin which was very interesting; he's so matter of fact about all the stuff he's been through but you can tell he still carries a lot of ghosts. That and his photography is fucking amazing ( Read more... )

Snow White and the Huntsman is an awful film. Really. However, the trailer makes it look kick-arse. It isn't. Stick with the trailer. And while you watch it, listen to Florence and the Machine rock =)

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Ergh I have sooo many things to do today. It's 10.30 and I haven't even had tea yet ( Read more... )

yesterday had lots of art. then there was saying hi to people in the pub. then I planned to go home, watch a film maybe and sleep. instead I went back to Tim's party, talked to random people and did tarot readings. i've no idea when i left other than it was later than i ought ( Read more... )

Walking through the gardens bit by the WWI memorial, I encountered a boy stretched out on the grass. I dithered, curious to see if he was just happily passed out or distressingly dead. "You okay ( Read more... )

...I am not on speaking terms with my feathers.

Really. Silver-grey hair dye, and they do this?


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