'Sing a sad song in a lonely place...

In the depths of the net I found this..

I was sitting in a hotel coffee shop the other day, when this 10 year old homeless lookin kid came in and sat at a table. The waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty pence," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five pence," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, was a tip of 10p and five pennies.

Energy please...

If there ever was an ideal flat to host a halloween party then James wins hands down. No fucking questions asked.

A basement flat under the Cowgate (Edinburgh Old town)
Its the kinda flat that people just come and go, almost like a bed sit.
Original stone walls
Big archways
Real & artificial cobwebs!
Caused serious que in my new nearest off license. On my wander there I decided it was going to be a Southern Comfort and Lemonade night. No Southern Comfort. Ok, Gin & Tonic night. No Tonic. Ok back to the old faithful. Morgans & Lemonade. I learnt that on a Saturday night Threasures on Lothian Road gets emptied pretty quick so your drink of choice is NOT going to be there at 8.30pm. Good lesson to learn for future reference.
Everyone made an effort (bar me) in the costume department.
The DJ played Techno ALL night which ment I took refuge in James's room most of the evening.
He thought this was a little strange but didnt feel like socialing much either. However I convinced him we were in the coolest part of the party.
Door slightly open and people just wandered in and out. Think it was a bit of refuge from the carnage that was going on.
With the amount drugs and mad costumes going about I felt I had been in a place like this before :)
Also James was happy that my lazy ass was guarding his bed from people being sick on it/fucking on it and other disasterous things that happens to your bed at parties.
Spoke to a mime artist in the toilet que.
Got dragged into the toilet by 2 girls who jumped the que. All good but male mime artist got dragged in too.
Girls left and I was last to piss so sitting there on the pan while mime artist (Ross?) mimed taking a piss up against the toilet door. I was immediately flashed back to an inncident in the desert when Muffin was taking a piss on this toilet in the middle of this camp in a fucking tu tu while I was trippin' off my tits killing myself laughing. This of course caused me to have the inability to pee. Reading the shampoo bottle helped matters.
Got bitten.
Spoke to some Swedish ladies that gave me some snoose/snooze? Dodgy looking mini tea bags things with tabacco in that you stick under your lip. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Who also decorated me with glowsticks.
People were coming off the streets and flyering in the party.
After a while I decided a wee 20 winks would be a good idea. Normally when I feel tired I just get my ass on the dancefloor however dancing to Techno I just dont have the style.
Lay there listening to people assuming I was wasted when they stuck their head in the room. People complimenting James's guitars and when they got too close to them I would open my eyes and scare the shit out of them. Get the fuck back Raaaarrrhhh!
Resisted the urge to punch a nippy female who for no reason what so ever walked into the room. Ripped off the duvet and went 'uh its not him'
Nippy female please note it is NOT good party ettiquete to annoy or make any sudden movements to crashed out people you dont know. You were lucky I was in a good mood or not on something that would cause me to lash out at you. One day someone might.
A 'sorry man, come and dance, think you should come and dance,you coming to dance,hey man get up and dance' While trying to prevent your eyes rolling into the back of your head while clinging on to the door frame and cluthching a can of Stella just aint going to make the situation any better. Esp when Im not at my most forgiving when a random wakes me up.
Some guy palms up zoning in on my tits (which I may add were not on show what so ever)
By 3.30am it was getting messy. The alcohol had worn off and decided to make my way home.
Wander home via Lothian Road and if you know Edinburgh this is Ned/student central. Highly entertaining and resisted (well lack of funds) the best Kebab shop in Edinburgh which is now on my road home (Damn you- tasty chicken kebabs!)

Set alarm an hour early to go for Sunday dinner at a mates. Felt not too bad but maybe still drunk. Sitting on the bus watching a bird with what can only be described as a soggy quaver in its mouth which made me feel quite sick
Lunch which hit the spot (thanks Mark)

And now Im depressed that its pitch dark at 6:15pm and I have no energy to do anything.

Filled in my lease without a witness (Claire you fanny, flat mate will defo think you are a fool now) Its the subdued Sunday feeling that causes this stupidity.

Right Im away to search Ebay for burlesque style clothes for the decompression and buy some materials for eyemasks that I will create for Muffin and I to wear.

Song of the Day ~ Rain City
Artist ~ Turin Brakes

Take it or leave it?

Should I take advantage of a young feather cut offer of a random party in the bowels of Edinburgh's cowgate?
Or...
Stay in
Or...
Outdoor party now moved to a flat 60 miles away? Lift there and nerve racking and life threatening drive back? But no doubt kick ass party.
Or...
Stay in with no smoke

The choice they say is yours....

Ya' Dancer

Oh my god. There is a PC in the room and just had a wee shifty at the shared music/movies (very nice of Mark - New flatmate). Fuck me, There must be at least 10,000 songs and a shed of movies....
Oooooh Im tempted to leave my iTunes & Cube at home and resort to PC usage!

How fucking great....

Its Friday. Im tired. Feel a bit of a sore head coming on. Dying on a smoke. Reliable sources no longer realiable. However one of my feathered friends may come to my rescue...(soon please!!)

I win

Above is some random pics taken at the beer festival. Third one being the first picture in a looong time of jay and I. Along with Pam his girly and her son.
Second I cant remember being taken and the first I think I did some performance after it was taken with us all on the stage in the village hall.
The shirts we are wearing is part of a drinking group that was concieved in the little village I used to like in where we had nothing else to do but drink. www.kidda.org if you feel the need to see more drunken photos and more about why the fuck we did it. Good mix of people and we all seem to bounce off one another in some way or another. (no pun intended!)
I’m most annoyed that I just can’t add to this whenever I feel the need. God damn restrictions on the government’s internet access. They don’t even allow pictures to be shown on the blogs.
But I have found a way around (Mwah ha ha!)
Write in word @ work. Email to self and paste to blogger when I get home.
Fucking problem solved!
I have not written in a while but my life has been full of ups and downs. The whole flat situation took its toll for a few days. Felt a bit down in the dumps and a lot of self pity. But to be honest I have felt worse.

The room hunt was getting dire.
My experiences…
Shrieking females answering the door. HIYA!!! Dude-just chill the fuck out!

‘We don’t pay council tax’

‘I have room, no need to pay bills, I will feed you’ I may be skint but I’m not prepared to give blow jobs for a roof over my head.

I think you got the term double room mixed up with box room.

Random man called me last Wednesday replying to my wanted ad ‘Laid back, music loving 23yr old female professional at something needs a room ASAP….
It’s on the other side of town. I normally look for the East side of Edinburgh. But the guy sounded sane and thought I would go and investigate.
Still pretty central.
Guy does seem sound (I know I get flat mates wrong but here’s hoping this time!)
Decent sized room with couch
Has a PC & desk (But of course bringing my Mac with me)
View to the communal garden (with BBQ pit) which I can play in with my wellies.
Much cheapness
Single bed will have to be changed to double at some stage (I wake up with my nose inches from the ground, I just can’t do single beds unless strapped in)
So really it’s not perfect but I’m going back to basics which means one of two things.

1. I can tackle my debt (well pay maybe £20 more than the minimum payments)
2. Burning Man can be on the horizon for next year. Nowhere is still looking doubtful though 
And it’s on the other side of town so it’s a new adventure.

I move in tonight.

My exflatmate/landlord stopped the cheque he gave me for the rest of the rent I was due as I had paid up to the end of the month. That’s me £100 down. He says I didn’t leave the place clean enough. They were 2 smelly boys that I stayed with. Ashtrays everywhere, unable to pick up after themselves and I always folded and ended up doing it. Not that I minded too much as the flat was so minimalistic that anything apart from the couch and TV looked out of place. So for him to have the cheek to say I didn’t clean it properly after having 2 days to move out. I mean give me a break.
Deep down I’m gutted about the cash. I cried. I felt betrayed as I almost felt we had some kind of understanding even though we were worlds apart. He is also messing with my mail.

I will seek revenge. Not right now. I will sit patiently. Think of the ideal plan and bring the fucker down.

I will always have more than him. All he will even have is money
Just give me my Dadara DVD that I ordered and have been told has been delivered. You have no interest in it!!!

Case fucking closed.

Looking forward to the weekend. After last weekend carryings on a weekend of sorting my life out. Catching up with people I have just neglected for the last few weeks and some serious eBay selling to make up lost cash is in order. Along with settling into the new pad and finding a double bed and wardrobe!

I was seriously drunk on Saturday. Drink is not my first drug of choice and me actually being hammered is a rare occasion. But it was a ‘good’ hammered.
7.3% cider named after a steam roller (nice)
The past was buried between an old friend of mine and his girlfriend. I’m not going to go into it as I actually went against my word to myself. But I was sick of the atmosphere whenever they were with the group. So I think that lightened the mood for everyone.
Friends again...Me, Jay, Pam and her son Michael


I still however will never EVER learn that yes having that smoke Claire will just finish you off. Yup, good night Josephine.

However it did ignite great conversation with my mate Gav. Clinging on to him in the middle of a village hall. The ‘I love you man’ speech just rolling off the tongue nic
ely. He then proceeded to say I’m one of his ‘hot’ friends. Anyone who knows Gav instantly has to ask him. Is that in a nice way or are you just being a perv? It’s a bit of both but I love him dearly for it.

Dancing to a dodgy band

Trying to teach my mate the ‘You dancing?…you asking? Chat up line without any ounce of success. The more he tried. The more he failed and the more he just got pissed off!

Called Muffin and she unexpectedly answered. So fucking good to hear from her. Talked drunken pish to one another.

Used the old fence and shoulder trick to guide me home.

Well I have already wasted an hour at work. I have roughly brought this thing up to date. Its now time for a ciggy. I just adore the social scene in smoking rooms. May as well enjoy it while it lasts. (God damn smoking ban in March 06) Doesn’t matter what grade you are on this place you all just bring on the banter while receiving you nicotine fix. Nice. Wonderful communal belonging!

The day I joined the tourists

Woke up this morning. Im pissed off. I am living out of god damn bin bags. Marks flat is a new build and its sweating all the time. I cant find anything. I dont have any music, internet access. Mark is a star for putting me up. Thank you so much. But I need my own place.
Its student central in Edinburgh just now. So they are taking all the fucking rooms. Drinking all the cheap beer and fucking cycling on the pavemements.
I decided to walk up the Royal Mile today. It was nice. Loads of tourists which I enjoyed at first then I got the bridges and it was a mix of tourists and students. Not to my liking. So Im sitting in an internet cafe, bored, no enthusiasm, no new flats posted since yesterday. I got a text from my ex flatmate saying he was disapointed in the way i left the room ie: i didnt hoover it. The place was a state when I moved and and i cant believe he had the cheek to say that. I was going to phone him back and let it rip but I still have mail being sent there and a Dadara DVD is on order and I dont want him snooping in my mail or stealing my long awaited DVD.
I mean its cool, I will find a place. Not many are posted over the weekend. But I cant even enjoy the weekend.

My mates hubby was playing at a club last night and wondered if I wanted to go along as he was doing some visuals too. I was so up for it but after my drunken antics on Thursday night and the weeks goings on I was fucked. Everyone at work was wondering what was wrong with me with my eyes looking like piss holes in the snow.
It was a good night. Colleagues were shocked with my pint drinking. Taking unopened bottles of wine off the table and taking them home. Sticking confetti stars to my boss and dragging him up to the Ceilidh but slightly disapointed that he didnt know how to dance.
I was the judge on the team buliding games. I was in charge of the rope handcuffs which were rather entertaining to watch people making an arse of themselves while I stayed back and sniggered.
So yeah I think I am just going to wander round Edinburgh today. Mates seem to be busy with their other halves. Have a wander round the charity shops, see if I can find something for the decompression.
I just feel subdued.Ya know?
Feel I have made so much progress and now its 20 paces back. (sigh)

Even though Im pissed off Im really looking forward to the change. I cant wait to move into a new flat. Its just I wish I didnt have a stop off point in the middle.

Bleugh.

Holiday...celebrate....

'Happy Talk like a Pirate day' was one of them...

Vital bits of information like the one above are set to me from my boss. Happy Mothers day in Japan and all those silly national holidays. I redress the balance by reading out of our random fact books that we whip out our drawers if things get stressed. So today its my turn..

October 13th - John Peel day (ok maybe just Radio 1)

But that boy was a legend. The passion he had for music. Equal rights to every fucking genre. The guy rocked.

So have a pint on him.

I however am attending my first social outing with my work. Well actually lets put that in the sence I have not been in the same room with colleagues and alcohol. So I will certainly raise a glass.
Its an awards bash at a swank hotel in Edinburgh.
My boss says I have to wear 'lady' shoes.
He knows I dont do heels and just looks at me when I walk in on the rare occasion that I look anything 'suit' like.
Tales of hide and seek at 3am, smoking tampons and seranading people over dinner was of last weeks bash.

I'll be good. Just keep my trap shut.

The whole place doesnt need to raise a glass to John Peel do they?

Its a goodbye from me...

Well my last post before I take my computer apart.

Cheerio Hopetoun Street.
Miss the view of the sunset
Matching the planes flying in
Miss Andy and and his shreeking about the house

But Im happy, just cant be arsed with the hassle of moving.

(sigh)

Over and out x

'What would you do if i sang out a tune..

I love my friends!

Thank you x

Messy Endings?

In short. Im now getting kicked out my room. Out by Saturday and no where to go. Dont I have rights somewhere?

(sigh)

Flatmate wanders in, wide berth past my bed (as I lie there sobbing into my pillow and howling insults about the landlord) and sticks a cuppa and a slice of carrot cake on my desk. Whats a fucking sweetie.

I have a plan B. I can play the player....

He just better give back my deposit - fucker.

All change

Flatmate/landlord put my rent up by £75....
So Im currently looking for a room (eugh)

This I could do without!

And the winner is.....

My god what a night. My mind is fried. Imagine 2 completly different people, chalk and cheese. Trying to pick a new flat mate. Its impossible. But its done.

He seems cool.

My heads thumping, Im tired, I HAVE to get up early tomorrow to open up.

Its been a strange week.

Spent a long weekend with my flatmates mother staying in the flat who cleaned the house with a toothbrush. Hoovered at 11pm. Cleaned every nook and cranie, moved around all the cupboards (ok, the cling film doesnt live there now...) Seriously this woman just didnt stop cleaning. Which is great! Living with two messy boys, this is a fucking treat! I thought at first maybe a bit of OCD. but she just liked cleaning. Bless

Met up with my partner in crime. 4 bottles of red wine later and I believe we went to a pub. I had decided that I was on my holidays because I really did not have a fucking clue where I was.
This made me smile.
Spoke to some neds on the promenade.
Elegantly spilt my JD
Bartering with nightbus driver. (Dont fucking mess...)
Woke up to serial cleaner and a new door being fitted at 7am.
Red wine hangover. Shoot me now.

Wrote off most of the weekend.

Work is doing sweet. Still fucking skint.

Danced in front of the mirror to Quantic

Yeah life is pretty mundane. Need a kick up the arse. No actually I dont. Its been a crazy 2 months. Good crazy but just taking those few weeks that just breeze by....

Booked flight for the decompression (fucking yes..)

Hmmm...now what to wear.....

Keep It Unreal x

Song of the day- Salvation
Artist - Black Rebel
Best Heard - To walk from a room of complete stress into a cool dark room and have this playing....