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.