Rocks and Giggles and Bright Red Hair

this is going to have to be really ambiguous to make sure no one knows what on Earth I'm talking about...

Sometimes the hardest thing about life is other people.

I've just been struck by something, I've just been asked for a massive favour by someone, my initial response was the usual "everyone must love me, yes of course I will help you", which was followed rapidly by "Hold on, you've more than let me down recently.  You could have helped me when I needed it most, but you didn't.  You were the only person who could help me.  You didn't.".

This weekend I went to visit my parents in the official middle of nowhere.  My mother looked a bit confused as I made her stop the car so I could get out to "talk to the horsey".  No matter how much time I spend in the New Forest (I grew up there!) I never get tired of being around horses and miss it so much when I'm in London.

I think that's all I want to say today.


You know when someone lives somewhere miles away and you suddenly realise that even though they're still a huge part of your life, you haven't seen them since 2001?  Harsh.  I miss you.

I had what can only be described as a very bizarre experience yesterday.



I spent 3 hours sitting in the Royal Albert Hall watching Russell Brand and Noel Fielding hosting "The goth detectives" for the Teenage Cancer Trust with someone I'd never met before.  And the woman sat in front of me flashed at them, which is another bizarre experience.  Life doesn't really prepare you for what to do when the 2 objects of your desire, plus the eyes of 5000 people and a camera are turned towards the woman in front of you who has ceased to wear her clothes.  I assumed a look of shock and hoped this was an appropriate response.

I missed the Russell Brand show on Saturday to go and see a friend.

Thank you Lord God for listen again on the website.

It should probably worry me that no one invites me out on a Saturday night any more because they know I'm already busy listening to Russell.

He makes me laugh, and I don't need to wear make-up.

OK sorry, I've had one of my epiphany weeks, I'll be back to shoes and hair in no time :o)

I don't know about anyone else, but I've found as a re-occurring pattern with my passions and dreams that I've always put them off until "The next step". 

"Oh I'm too busy with my degree now, I'll take music lessons when I graduate"

"Oh my PhD takes up too much time, I'll learn to speak Spanish properly once I've finished"

One thing I think I've learned about God over the past year is His amazing habit of completely turning something around when you think all is lost.

I really wish I could explain to you all what happened to me yesterday and the context within which it happened, but I can't. Excuse me if this gets a bit cryptic...

As I woke up yesterday morning my life was headed in 1 of 2 directions.  To say that I didn't like either of these directions was an understatement.  Looking at my future down either road was like staring into the abyss, and I was terrified of both.

Awwww, my hometown, Bournemouth, is the happiest place in the UK :o)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/ dorset/6431649.stm


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I have been trying recently but to no avail to re-take up the clarinet.  I don't mind if this is in the form of lessons, an orchestra or whatever, I just want it to be lots of fun and not too serious.  I was wondering if anyone out there had the name of a good teacher or any suggestions?  As I said, I've had no luck :o(

I used to be fairly decent but unfortunately let it slip alot while I was at uni.

RAAAAAA! On Thursday 29th Nov myself, Louisa, Katherine and Sophie are all off to see Take That again! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!