Wild Wood

Pulled my finger out my arse at work. Thats eased my mind.
I have been really hectic and I took the 'fuck it' approach for the last couple of weeks. In my mind I had kicked back with my feet on the besk, staring at my lava lamp watching the office buzz around me. Bare minimum. Enough to keep the bosses off my back.
Its been heads down and get the fucking job done. Almost job satisfaction. One less thing to smother my mind.

Its pissed down all day here which complimented the bus strike. Just give them their god damn pension. Nice 40 walk to work. I follwed the bus route to avoid any rainy morning magical mystery tours round the meadows much to my bosses amusement.
It was lovely and look forward to the morning walk when the weather brightens up. In the mean time my bus pass is essential. However new pleasures can be found in passing 12 charity shops on the way.

I'm doubting The Boy. It's causing me to have boy problems. I dont do relationship problems. Get that one sorted out next week.

I suck at gifts.

Two smokers down in the last 2 days. Sorely missed within the group. Also living with one.
Oh yeah, Smoking ban can into force on Scotland March 26th. Hmmm...cant be arsed ranting about that one. I mean for FUCK sake non-smoking bus stops. Eh?

Today I was hooked on italics.

Right, must battle this to do list.

Song - Revolution 9
Artist - The Beatles

I'm alive!

Spent the weekend with Dougaldutch aboard his beautiful boat.

I helped cut stuff, glue stuff and had a jolly good time.

An everlasting memory was created as we sat on the front of his boat,in the rain ,wrapped up under a duvet sharing chemical enhanced conversations. Watching the boats in the dark with beautiful silences.


Feeding ducks. Sly swans with mutant legs.

Retro duvet covers.

Feeling like cinderella and loving it as I played amongst the cinders lighting his fire.

Missing Muffin badly. I miss everyone so much. Its so hard to exist in 2 worlds.


Song - Hallelujah
Artist - Jeff Buckly's rendition

Its started already...

So yeah, living in Edinburgh does have its advantages.
International Film Festival is one. Love it. Never have enough dosh to enjoy it to its full extent but the whole place is wired for a month.
However...
Burning Man adventures arrive at the same time.
Last year I missed Faithless, Magic Numbers and a whole load of others.

And this year...never seen before....

Radiohead with Beck supporting on the day I fly to San Fran.

Fucking ARRRGHHH! *sob*

Bastards

Sorry, I'm an Apple Whore

I have not wasted your time in a while with my ramblings.
Cos' I have had fuck all to ramble on about.

I feel nothing at the moment.

Work is keeping me out of trouble 9-5, Monday to Friday.

Lately the rest has been spent mostly writting lists. Lists of things to do. Lists of things I want to do and lists of things I must do. The mind then wanders.

I have been spending some quality time with itunes.

I got elegantly wasted on Friday night and woke up with a bottle of gin.

I've been ill. I have been sore. I need to actually register with a Doctor in this place. Been in Edinburgh 3 years now and still havn't. I need a M.O.T - a few concerns.

I have been eating like a motherfucker.

I have been missing certain adorable mother fuckers.

I have been debating to write or not to some mother fuckers and share how I'm feeling with our whole circle of friends issue. I have a feeling I'm not the only one in the group who feels there is a seriously and scarey deterioration going on.

(Big grins - Counting Crows - Mr Jones accoustic styleee just starting playing. Happy flashbacks of Claire, giving it big licks on her new tambourine on my 23rd bday. Hammered.)

Maybe I just want dont want to regret not doing it.

(sings) ''I hate all the books you read, your music shite it keeps me up all night."

I'm going to write to my cousin on the bus on Friday. Someone remind me?

Discovered Boards of Canada.

Loving having my whole music collection with me. Always. Nearly 10 years worth. Its my fucking soul.

I'm away to see Dougaldutch at the weekend. Long over due.

I had some stoned flate mate bonding on Saturday. Watching 28 Days Later for the zillionth time and still loving it.

Boss took me out for lunch today - Eased job concerns. Hightened others....

I wonderful letter arrived. Final payments from a loan are coming up soon.

Yeah man, fuck it. I'm ripped....

(and how fucking ironic...''All this talk of getting old, its getting me down my love...)

Claire, were going to the canteen...'

So that place I pitch up everyday and sit behind a computer at want me to think about things.
Direction?

I dont have a fucking clue.

Its a nice plan B this civil service lark. I mean its pretty hard for you to get sacked. There is good progression if you want it.

So Im going to embrace this 4 day management training I'm being sent on next week. Not be scared that every other person on the course is a manager. Just ignore the band A, slave to the crown wandering about.

Eugh 4 days away stuck in a wee Scottish village. Nice hotel. I can claim back travel oh yeah and if I kick enough arses then I may use this training as bullets to get my job re-evaluated.

Which of course means a few more pennies at the end of the month.

Simple Pleasures

So, yes there has been a bit of a distraction in my life for the past week. Decided to stop being so sensible and sensitive and let me hair down for a little while. Very unClaire like but hey I decided enough is enough and I’m going to push the boat out a little.

So, currently spending a little time with a boy. Not a girl as one of my mother’s friends boldly asked me due to the fact I don’t take people home that often.

So nights/days between craft making has been spent wrapped up in bed, sharing music, re-naming things, random gifts and lots of unexpected openness.

A skinny white boy from Prestwick would never been on top of my list but it just goes to prove you can be pleasantly surprised. Gentle, affectionate music loving barman with emo glasses and an imagination as vivid as my own.

His passion for a music style that most people from Scotland shouldn’t even attempt and a beauty of a scar from a tragic blow job incident on his 18^th birthday makes him even more unique.

Now of course I can now indulge in hidden pleasures however I do now have to take an active interest in my underwear and not getting near enough sleep. Just as well he happens to stay round the corner and I have ample coffee supplies at work.

Audial Pleasure 8

Song - Running to Stand Still
Artist - U2

As self righteous as the lead singer is. This song is simply uplifting and I have beautiful life long memories securely attached to it.

Duck footprints

Spontaneity has been lacking in my life recently which is essential in the life of the Sgnt.

The last 24 hours has been random and I had missed it.

Suprise visits at 3am. Spying virgin snow in driveways on a wander along the road and slyly leaving our mark along the street with snow angels. Nearly falling on my arse.

Not caring what bus I get on just because Edinburgh is not that big to get totally lost in and enjoying the Magical Mystery tour and the joy of discovering a previous 3 bus trip to visit a mate now only takes one bus. This theroy was proven when the beautifuly planned 3 bus trip was tainted with the unique culture of a half an hour delay at the bottom of Leith Walk.
Agreeing 23 times that it was cold to the drunken man.
Drunking man wanting to take me home and a 3 man/women rendition of 'You cannae shove your granny aff the bus'.

Brilliant

Goose Bumps

I have marks on my leg which look remarkably like whip marks. Unfortunately not.

I have had a lingering headache since Tuesday and I'm going to move my phone charger away from my bed as its fucking with my brain waves. Think about it...

I spent a nice 5 hours drinking curled up in my favorite pub with a cocktail making MC which I (yet) cant possibly take seriously with his Scottish accent but damn he is quick witted and funny. Remember never to ask him to 'suprise me' when its his round. People who work in bars know too many tasty drinks. Skipping arm in arm down the middle of Lothian Road, jumping about shouting 'Yo Hommies' and stealing kisses in my stair well.

Booked a round trip to Brighton for £17.

Thinking alot about my tattoo.

Booked flights for the Supercompression and Brit Camp Summit.

Flat mate away for the weekend so I'm listening to Primal Scream as loud as the neighbours will permit.

Drinking alot of tea.

Looking forward to visit the Dougal in a few weeks.

Plans to buy my first sewing pattern and make a 'proper' skirt from scratch. Tu-tu's dont count. Although I will continue making them as they are so fun to make. Even more fun to wear and I intend to go through ever colour that the cloth shop stocks. Also I have thrown together the scraps to make a length of net with sticky out bits which has endless possibilities....wrapped round the waist, head....

Scotland shared its snow with Edinburgh today. Finance challenged Human Resorces to a snow ball fight at work. We spoilt it by threatening P45's. Thats not exactly good sportsmanship is it now?

Booked a week off work in April. Mother is treating me to a few night away at Dunkeld. Rather swish hotel at her expense. I said I would buy her some vodka. One vodka at their bar prices no doubt.
On that note I remember taking her out for a few drinks in Edinburgh before a gig (Tom Jones,one word!) She commented that Chris could make the stainless steel bar and when paying for the very expensive round of drinks her comment was 'I'm only buying a drink, not putting in a an offer'. Same comment was made when we went to a gig at The Royal Albert Hall. Although the blow was softened when two men tried to chat as up as sisters. Before I hassled the bar manager of our hotel all through the gig...'You are keeping the bar open when we get back, yes?' Falling up the escalators. Who the fuck puts escalators in a hotel? Yes country bumpkin in the Big Smoke.

I need to buckle down a write my motion for our union AGM next week.

Finding the only CD I bought at the airport on my first trip to California 6 years ago. A dodgy Radio 1 DJ with old house music which I adore. The memories came flooding back. Watching the clouds part over the Golden Gate Bridge as I see land for the first time in 10 hours. Thinking bears were going to attack me as I camped in Yosemite National Park and that 4 hour drive through the desert.

I' going to now wash my floor as the boy flat mate doesnt have a chance to walk over it and make me grind my teeth.

Song - Smack My Bitch Up
Artist - Prodigy