Sharing

So if I do happen to speak to you, whoever you are I'm likely to just maybe on the off chance talk about music.

Just maybe.

Ok, I soundtrack my life.

My point is that if you have not heard of the Ninja Tune label (www.ninjatune.net) or the magical Mr Scruff then I will bore you tears about the wonders of his ways. 90% of people then email me to tell me they have then gone out and bought the album and loved it.

Sooo on my internet trawling I discovered that another Ninja Tunes artist is playing Scotland.
Bonobo.

Edinburgh? Na
Glasgow? Na
Aberdeen? Na

A wee island off the west coast. Yeah.

So Bonobo is playing on Skye, for their festival.

I weighed up the possibilities. Even being a happy camper and going myself. It just cant be done. Being a festival I would have to go for the whole weekend. I cant do things by half and cant turn my back from live music. Soooo getting my ass to Skye and trying to fund a festival when I chose not to go to our major music festival (with a line up which will make you weak at the knees) there is no chance I can make it to Skye.

Dear Mr Bonobo,

As a whore to Ninja tunes I kindly request that you play somewhere in Scotland that doesnt require 5 hours of travel. May I suggest Edinburgh. Possibly somewhere decent (R.I.P The Venue) I know thats difficult in Edinburgh so may I suggest my garden. It has swings - no really it has.

With Kindest Regards,

Sgnt Pepper

I'm glad Jamie never went to jail

Well last week was fucked up. It felt it like it anyway.
I physically felt it.
Thankfuly, this week I no longer think I'm dramatically loosing sight in my right eye, have some random brain tumour which is causing these blinding headaches or loosing all interest in eating. The last factor is much to the amusement of my boss and other colleague Andy. Pregnant jokes aplenty and my bosses first comment was strangely 'Baby Burners'.
Which was quite nice. I'm not sure in what was ment by it but I like the fact he see's the real me.

And he still employs me.

Which is of course a good thing.

I'm terribly excited for the Supacompression and Brit Camp Summit next weekend. For all the obvious reasons.
I'm so excited to see every single one of you. The old and the new.

Oh, I met up with father last weekend. Why is whenever I think of dad I immediately hang my head and snigger. The man. I fucking love him. Acceptance and forgiveness is an admirable quality I feel. On my behalf. Missed him as I had not seen him since Christmas.

The meeting:

Me - Wandering up the road looking for dad.
Dad - Shouting loudly from 15 paces away, running a stressed hand through the locks of his perfectly mastered mullet 'Here Claire, where you been? Been on the phone to the fucking solicitors, not got my money yet.'
Me - 'We are going for a coffee'

So we wander down the walk. Drink coffee and as always do alot of honest talking.

Antics of my father inculde:
Setting up a new life in Estonia with a lady friend who he has known for 12 years. Remember I have a 10 year old sister and Im 24.
Sore backs.
A family who never speak or have very little to do with one another.
My dads mother is a very strange lady indeed.
He is going to Tokyo and Egypt.
I think they may be the only two places in the world he has never been.

So we talked alot about travel. Hearing his stories. Where I hope to find mine.
Tales of Rejkjavik and side street pubs in Amsterdam.

He is asking slightly concerning questions about Burning Man. The man wants to go.
That just screws with your mind slightly.

He asked the whole queue on the shop if anyone still used 'pound notes' as he put it as I handed over my plastic. Also from the other side of the shop 'Here Claire, get these (presenting some tea cake style cakes) 16 for a pound'.

Other things that are bouncing about up there are a friends horrible divorce, a friends new baby girl, a sly little sister, the serious need to do grocery shopping but refusing as I need everything and that means I need to move even more in a few weeks. Dad asked for bank details. Started my (shit) gifting idea. Fucking international gifting efforts puts restrictions on matters. Feeding bumble bees. Being fascinated by TV.

Right, flat mate away for a few weeks so I'm going to take advantage of loud music and partake in the need to do things.

Scared

I now have a million and one concerns with our new pad. After discussing with my current flat mate.

I really dont want to sign the lease.

We will be sub-letting. This is illegal. The landlord knows we will be subletting and he is quite happy. Of course he is. He could just kick us out after signing the lease which states we will not sub-let.
I'm no law abider but when it comes to dealing with strangers and your name on a lease then I really dont think it is a wise move.

Tonight is not a cool night for leaving my phone at my desk.

I have a plan. A plan which consists of me staying in that flat, making Hazel aware on the consequences and me not being on the lease.

I really should eat. Croissants & coffee dont keep you going for long. I loose keys, lighters and pens. Not my appetite.

Weird.

Wanted

We are now recruiting for a third flatmate.

Could do with some more testosterone about the flat.

Next Stop

We got the house.

Residential Rantings

So the flat arrangement changed last week. I decided not to move out. Everything was going wrong and had to make my mind up asap so I took the safe option (I dont want to be homeless) and said I wont be moving out at the end of the month.
All cool, now on a monthly lease.

Viewed a house today. It an area which gets bad press but it really isnt one of the worse areas and no cars on bricks.

It has a front and back garden. 4 bedrooms, once of which would be our craft room. A garden with decking and loads of space. Its in our budget. The landlord is sound as fuck and will let us know tomorrow if we are getting it before he shoots off to Tailand for the Full Moon party.

The house was emptied really quickly and still has reminders of the previous owners. Loads of kids stuff kicking about which we insisted he didnt throw out. Fucking scavagers that we are.

Hazel is great. Her hobbies include, making shit, baking, partying and looking after small children. Strange meeting after we went to the same High School.

15 mins on the bus from Princes Street.

It has a shed.

Living room with large nesting potential.

I got the master bedroom.

So the plan is....if we get accepted the moving in date will be the 12th of May.
So Im going to be down a months rent on this place as I'm having to pay up to the end of May. And pay for the other place.

Next weekend it must go down well with fathers visit next weekend. I need that dad Tax.

A wee change will do me good. Getting a bit predictable my life was recently. The new adventure and our lovely new cultured community. Made me realise that for the money I pay for a room in the centre of Edinburgh. I can relax somewhere which is not these four walls which I spend my life in. For the same price. And on a pretty flexiable lease.

Need to find a 3rd person but shouldnt cause too much hassle.

If we dont get it, it wasnt meant to be. But 4 hours ago I was happy staying here but now I have the vision of me on that grass in the summer making my gifts.

Much happer thought.....

Audial Pleasure 11

Song - Weak Become Heros
Artist - The Streets

Audial Pleasure 10

Poetic.

Song - We're going to be friends
Artist - The White Stripes

Nuggets

Alright. I'm moving flats again.
This time its going to be a more accommodating.

Fucking hassle though.

Moving shit. Changing shit. Got enough going on as it is thank-you-very-much.

It's necessary.

Moving on...

I was suprised my holiday mode switched off on my first day back after a holiday today. We all know its a fragile state of mind. I rose early(ish), glorious morning, bright pink jacket on and good days work done. Also the fact that I didnt fuck up at work while I was away was a good thing.

The mother-daughter thing was interesting/fun. Beautiful hotel. Stunning old country house beside a river. I wasnt sleeping so good so I spent both nights parading around the garden. Loving the warmth of the carpet under my feet as I walked down corridors. Feeling every floor board creak under my feet. It was nice.

My mum and I dodging the chamber maids as we stole Crabtree & Evelyn toilitries. Its the usual practice in hotels yes?

Visiting many a jaggy jumper shop in strange little places.

Buying practical items like tent pegs and pillows.

Eating beautiful food and being suprised at mothers wine knowledge.

Stole muffins, jam and apples at breakfast.

I dont know if i will ever understand mum.

I'm currently listening to one of the many catalogues from the only person who has ever made me a playlist. (pathetic hu). I have 15 destroyed CD's that despite the scratches still play. It makes me give him respect. lol
The boy does know his tunes.

On the boy theme...
I split up with mine yesterday. No major grief. He wants the friends thing now. Dont know if I do. Recieving 7 phone calls at 3:30am this morning was not working in his favour.
I just have my conscious on my mind now.

Got to find a flat first.

Just one of those songs...

Hey, could you stand another drink
I'm better when I don't think
It seems to get me through
Say, d'you wanna spin another line
Like we had a good time
Not that I need proof

Swell, we're living in a hotel
And someones ringing my bell
In a room without a view
Hey, heard you read another book
Should I take another look
Who am I
Without you

ahhhoooo
ahhh
ahhoooo
ahhh
ahh

Hey, could you stand another drink?
I'm better when I don't think
It seems to get me through
Say, d'you wanna spin another line
Like we had a good time
Not that I need proof

Swell, we're living in a hotel
Someone's ringing my bell
In a room without a view
Hey, heard you read another book
Should I take another look?
Who am I
Without you

ahhhoooo
ahhh
ahhoooo
ahhh
ahh

lalalalalalalalala
lalalalalala...

Song - Proof
Artist - I am Kloot

My life and thoughts in 3 hours

I dont know how to feel today.

How fortunate that the only person who could soothe my fragile mind took an afternoon from work off. So it was gardening and cups of tea all round. After I HAD to go out for coffee as I dont own any of its ingrediants required for a cup of coffee. Realised that the coffee shop by the canal is quite a cool place. Too expensive but I cant handle the world without coffee for more than 10 minutes in the morning. I took my book attempted some testimonials for tribe but my mind couldnt handle that yet.

The after effects of Brighton. The result of a weekend filled of everything good in life.

I got my first tattoo. I think its scabbing but the bastard thing is on a knicker line and rubs at every move. I love it. Makes it more special that Zero did it for me. The fact that I just didnt speak for 3 hours. It was a different feeling than expected but I still didnt let go of Dougal's hand the entire time.

Tattoo's & Hot Flannels (white knuckles)

Went into bead heaven and had to have a ciggy after the delights of the bead shop.

Spent proper time with good and wonderful people.


Went clubbing for the first time in aggges. How better to break me back in than a gay club. What is the deal with the no shirt thing? Not complaining, purely an observation. Helen was official crowned my bitch as I clung on to her corset laces while men played the bongos on her beautifuly presented chest as we passed through the club. They may be gay but they still love tits.


Tried on a beautiful corset. Presented myself in the middle of the shop dressed in a black corset and scrubs round my ankles.

I'm never going to forget what I love about life.



Took part in a custard (shaving foam) fight at 9am in the middle of Brighton. Our enemy presented themselves in a shopping trolly swigging cider. Brilliant. 3 minutes of mayhem and jumping a drunk who we thought was part of the fun

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Drooling at the amount of good music there is in Brighton. Mr Scruff, Bonobo were some of the posters I saw (and stole).

I couldnt sleep on Friday. I was shattered. A 9 hour solid bus ride. A wander round a quaint part of London at 9am discovering churches and trying to smoke ourselves to sleep. I lay there at Zooty & Zeros unable to switch my mind off or remove the smile from my face. The vibes were keeping me awake. Content happy vibes.

I like this lifestyle.

This time next week there WILL be a Scots Burner wikki page up. Even if there are no Burners there must be Burner types in Edinburgh. If not Scotland. I'm going to try my best. If not I doubt I will be in Scotland in say a years time. There is so much to weigh up though. It can be done. Something has to change.

This weekend was in a sence, hard hitting.

In many different ways.

Lying listening to Zero's radio slot. The beautiful 'I love you' on the ceiling.

Head out of arse. Need to pack to go to mums. Mother-daughter get together. How lovely.

Issac Rules.