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Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"So, you're a cannibal."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

Thats fucking brilliant!

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Well I have been neglecting my duties as a blogger so random events from the last few weeks in 'hot or not' fashion:

Hot

Radio 4.

Wholefood cooking. Your body just thanks you for it....your bank doesnt.

My local charity shops. Sneeking out of work to buy dresses in the window. Becoming a bit of a habit and I will get caught one of these days.

E-Bay - for the second month running.

Music in bedrooms.

Random refrigeration chats outside a sweaty club. Actually going to a club in Edinburgh. The nice thing was I recognised lots of people. Bumped into an old college mate. Her and I were the only two chicks in the year. Instant buddies. Led astray at lunchtimes to have sneeky smokes and her reminding me of an incident in a Big W car park. Head fucked the wasted people and scored a purple clipper.

Enjoying the surreal feeling of being the only person in the gardens in all its shiny glory 4 hours later.

Beautifuly presented Sunday cream teas. Hats must be worn.

Our projector.

Brit Camp.

The Ranch's book collection.

Sun setter on Radio 1.

Not

Slow E-bay deliveries. Fucking just get off your arse and post it. Says she who works opposite a post office.

Mother now bored. Lets call Claire...(bless)

Internet access at work.

Sore backs.

Funky fabric being ludicrously expensive.

Council Tax.

Missing buses.

The sloth like speed of my computer.


Signing off...


Song - Fools Gold
Artist - The Stone Roses

Resolve

In a nut shell, my beautifuly planned week went all to fuck. But it kinda just suits my mood at the moment. Dont feel in control with anything. Which is interesting. But a productive week nethertheless.

House mother deciding it would be fine to place the BBQ on our decking. I stroll out to witness flames licking nicely from the decking and the unknown substances under the decking. Garden hose saved the day and a great 666 BBQ was had. The burnt decking? Ample plant pots to cover the damage.

The Ranch is nice...
We are trying to figure out what drugs the ice cream van is selling by the tune he plays.
The kids play out in the street. I like that.
Met the neighbours, Meeting on a good note is always a good thing.
I stood there tonight in the garden, hanging out my washing as a white rabbit hops past.
Happy that my room is once again facing west. The darkness in the morning when you need it. But being able to enjoy that beautiful disco nap in the afternoon,the sun warming you as you lay on the bed. Perfect balance.
Loving the fact they security tag prawns in the local shop.
And you have to pay for alcohol from behind glass.
But its a nice mix of people down here.
Especially the ones I live with.

Work is kicking off with some serious office politics.

I'm trying to think what the fuck mum is doing at the moment. If one eccentric & wandering parental wasnt enough I fear another. At dinner the other night my mum casually slipped in to the conversation that she was quitting her job in two weeks. I only asked two questions.
1. What are you going to do?
- Nothing.
2. Are you ill?
- No.
A bit taken back is an understatement. I'm not even going to think of the financial mumble jumble that goes with it. Whats their's is their's. If mum can manage to take this oppertunity then why the hell not. I would hate a turn around like that. Fucking mid-life crisis.

The weather has kicked ass all week. That certainly helps matters. I love hitting Princes St from the west end in the morning. I'm even happier if the clock tells me its before 9am. Its beautiful. You are just aware of so much more in the summer.

House Mother prepared a paddling pool on our return from work. Happy feet.

Keeping Shauna company as I take my ironing to the front garden as she cleans out thr car. Outside ironing is the way forward people. It's mindless thinking time. Good for the soul.

Brit Camp web site news. I'm so FUCKING excited. Actually I'm really excited about the whole deal. Alan, Jo's and all you other helpers efforts are going to make the communication side alot easier, more organised and much faster.
News of Beave and his troops.
The whole hostel looking mighty interesting.

Right enough...

I have skirts to paint and shit to sort.

Rant over.

Sunshine

A very nice weekend was had.

A rather frustrating start on Friday when the public transport didnt work to my plans but I didnt mind too much. The sun brings out everyone and I had plenty to look at.

Came home to find we have 2 new additions to The Ranch by Hazel. A guinea pig and a white rabbit. Given by a gay couple who bathed and groomed them to perfection before handing them over. How lovely. The rabbit is a bit of a ninja and the guinea pig is just a big pussy.

Encounters with a 'man and his van' to move the rest of Shauna's belonging which where out on the street due to her very messy divorce. The 'man and his van' was, according to his stories a very famous artist and was going to Kentucky next week to sell his pantings of race horses and of course since he is an artist he has had many women.

Saturday night was spent meeting many a wasted person who had taken full advantage of the BBQ that had kicked off in the early afternoon and now 9pm. Lovely host and a tropical theme.
Shanua and I being very scared when a guy, in silence removed his brother from the room after just handing over a picture he had been drawing for the last 20 minutes.
Meeting lots of Claire's.
Dragon fruits.
Tea bag shortage and the need to bring emergency supplies.
Watching doll like figures swan about.
Beautiful beds.
A very loud actor.

Despite seeing sunrise I had a productive day. After watching the walking wounded staggering home from where ever they had been on the bus an understanding hairdresser figured out random pointings and my hair and sorted out the hair doo.
Made bracelets in the garden.
Scribbled masterplans.
House Mother preparing a beautiful Sunday roast after our cream tea in the afternoon. Shauna wore her hat and I wore Turtle's gifted scarf.

It was almost the perfect weekend.

Things I steal from Boo...

You Are The Empress

You represent the ideal female figure: beauty and nurturing. You bring security and harmony to many. At times, you are also a very sensual person. You are characterized by love, pleasure, and desire. Your fortune: You need to take some time to think about the role of commitment in your life. It's possible you need to commit more to others, or deal with how others have treated you. It is very important for you to support your friends and family right now, difficult as it may be. You may need to look at your relationship with your mother, or your relationships as a mother.

What Tarot Card Are You?

Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy

You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone. And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder... Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary.

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

You Belong in London

You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, San Francisco, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. And London is diverse and international enough to satisfy many of your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London (almost) has it all!

What European City Do You Belong In?

Disco Day

I’m loving our garden. Shauna and I were sitting outside last night and I proposed that we build an outside nest.

A series of trellises put in a circular fashion with various climbing plants for a some cosy privacy. Cheap and cheerful and a nice little hide-a-way in the garden. I want to buy some grass – I don’t know if I will still be here by the time our TLC starts to show.

We will also be pimping up our swings/slide & sea-saw. I quite fancy some orange and purple but I will put that to the vote.

And we STILL have enough room to dry our washing, some grass action and our shed (which we decided not to turn into a wendy house as cool as it would have been. We do need somewhere to store our bits and pieces) on that note it’s a joy that a house raging with estrogen has a serious collection of tools. The flaps you see females having over a pair of shoes was exactly the same that Shauna and I had in the kitchen the other night over a pair of wire cutters.

Picking up some of the most silly, giddy herbs that Shanua and I have ever had much to Hazels amusement.

‘Innit’ is becoming a very noticeable word in my vocabulary. Typically at the end of every sentence. I’m blaming it on the two Londoners I live with. Also I am aware that I now say ‘take care’ at the end of almost every work phone call.

I’m taking the slagging I’m receiving at work gracefully.
First of all it was the unknown leaves/weeds that I have been eating in my beautifully made home made salads from our organic fruit & veg box that we get delivered to The Ranch every Thursday.

This morning I asked Vic to fix his squint lanyard and his response was ‘Go and fix your ginger hair’. Yes, I have neglected my hair dying duties for a couple of months and as I get older the ginger is just fighting to get out (take note people – I do have a slight excuse for my minor outbursts and temper tantrums)

Completely lost the plot in Banjo’s bathroom on Saturday. Some hysterics were had and the 10 minute freak out over a cup of tea. Some unsteady moments with her fiancé and spent the next day trippin’ with the clouds in the sunshine.

My cup of tea consumption has now doubled. Which now leads me to believe that I now need a funky tea pot.

Aqquired aprox 50 see you Jimmy hats from the father. A stolen retro styleee Komodo and some ciggys. Good to see him. Once again roles were reversed as I gave him the 3^rd degree in the fact that I am his daughter not his Personal Assistant who jumps to his every whim. Iwas also rather close to the bone when I told him I don’t see him as a father, more like a close friend but didn’t mean I loved him any less. On his way back to Estonia the text message conversation I had with his summed up the relationship I have with him:

Dad – Ive just passed Ikea in Stockholm. Maybe they had ur drawers!

Me – See while you are there fancy picking me up a set!

Dad – I’m now at ferry port in Stockholm wi ma 4 poster strapped 2 ma hame made roof rack. Massive ship called the Romantika!

Me – God speed you crazy man. Love you x

Dad – Yes. Maybe crazy enough to go 2 burnin man nxt year! Love u lots and dny ever forget it. Weather in Sweden dull and full of Latvians, Estonians and Russians and a Jock!

The other creator is taking me out to dinner tonight. Some sensible (read as Claire, what are you doing with your life) chat to be had. Help her through the mid-life crisis my mother seems to be having at the moment and of course a free dinner.

My new double bed is making it seriously difficult for me to rise from my cosy nest in the mornings esp when I decided to double up my old and new curtains. Not as dark as I would have liked it but if I want to shut out the world…I can.

Missing some Burning company as I sit amongst my crafty mess making up things as I go along. I know I’m working for something but someone to grin at while my creative mind works in overload is nice.

Giving some slightly radical new ideas for mediation training at work. Grassing over our car park and creating a sumo ring.

I’m creating a work life balance. The perfect balance between ‘almost’ maxing my time on-line (before getting locked out) and creating various emails and plans in Word. A very handy skill to have perfect.

Oooohh my final piece of news is that after speaking to Kiwi, Brit Camp will be neighbours with Camp Kiwi. Rock on.