Thursday, April 29, 2010

Another favourite poem...


This is a poem by Robert Service. A poem which I loved to read as a kid. I think it addresses with humour the thin line between appearance and reality.

My Madonna
I haled me a woman from the street,
   Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model’s seat
   And painted her sitting there.

I hid all traces of her heart unclean;
   I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
   If the Worst had been the Best.

She laughed at my picture and went away.
    Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
   “’Tis Mary, the Mother of God.”

So, I painted a halo round her hair,
   And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
   Where you and all may see.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Tainted Love....

Sometimes I feel I've got to run away...

I never realised this song was so old. Which version do you like?

Gloria's?




Or the "ORIGINAL"...Soft Cell?



Or Marilyn's?

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Three days till my finals

And what better way to prepare for them than a bit of Toots...


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

One hit wonders...

I went to visit my brother Barry today. His place is only round the corner from my mother's house but during my short trips home I never manage to see him properly. However, this time with me being on crutches and stuck in the middle of some hideous assignments a trip to his seemed like the perfect way to procrastinate and catch up with a sibling of course! I enjoy our little chats as they happen once or twice a year. Brief but informative! The one thing that is great about these little catch ups is that we will spend most of the time talking about music and I almost always come away with a new song (usually something quite old) that I would never have heard of otherwise...

Here is the latest contribution to my musical database a 1988 one hit wonder and a song that featured in Silence of the Lambs.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

10CC

I'm not in love. There's something so relaxing about this song and for some strange reason it has the ability to make me feel slightly better. When I'm feeling slightly manic what ever instruments are used in the song (I'm too ignorant to know) work at calming me down.

I also just love the utter denial of any emotion in the lyrics.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Oh, my love has lost her diamond touch.
And I, I've lost her emerald eyes.
And she is falling from my clutch.
But the strange thng is, it comes as no surprise...

Tonight, I felt it go for good
(tonight I felt it go for good)
Last night, I thought it was invincible
(last night I thought it was invincible)
But now the bells have cracked,
I don't look back;
We always knew they would.
And now the bells don't ring so much,
For I've lost my magic touch.

And my love has lost her stained-glass face.
And I can't hear her sirens call.
And soon someone will step into my place,
'Cause I can't hear their silvery sound at all...

Tonight, I felt it go for good
(tonight I felt it go for good)
Last night, I thought it was invincible
(last night I thought it was invincible)
But now the bells have cracked,
I don't look back;
We always knew they would.
And now the bells don't ring so much,
For I've lost my magic touch.

All the pennies and the pounds won't buy it back.
When my love comes 'round, she's always dressed in black.
All the pennies and the pounds won't buy it back.
When my love comes 'round, she's always dressed in black.

And my love has lost her sun-down smile.
And I, I've lost my moonlight glow.
And she hasn't come in colours for a while,
But, of course, we all know:
These things just come and go.

Tonight, I felt it go for good
(tonight I felt it go for good)
Last night, I thought it was invincible
(last night I thought it was invincible)
But now the bells have cracked,
I don't look back;
We always knew they would.
And now the bells don't ring so much,
For I've lost my magic touch.
And she's falling from my clutch,
'Cause I've lost my magic touch. 

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Story of your life...

I have just over one month till I finish third level education. After a little dilly-dallying I am finishing up two years later than the majority of my peers. But I have had the joy of moving away from home, learning the value of contraception through nannying and the hideousness of living with reptiles (seven assorted species of lizard to be precise!).

It seems  that over the past three years the most common uttering from my mouth revolves around 'doing an essay'.

'I've got to do an essay',

'Sorry, I can't go out; I've got to do an essay'

'No I have essays to do'

'Can't do that I have an essay to write for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Christmas Day, Easter Bank Holiday, May Bank Holiday, your birthday, my birthday, her birthday, his birthday!' - I'm always doing a fucking essay.

The story of my life... always doing an essay

But never actually finishing any!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Stornoway

Being housebound in London I've listened to this band a good bit ... their album is out in May I think.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

VOM

Symptoms of a Meniscus Tear?

Individuals who experience a meniscus tear usually experience pain and swelling as their primary symptoms. Another common complaint is joint locking, or the inability to completely straighten the joint. This is due to a piece of the torn cartilage physically impinging the joint mechanism of the knee.
The most common symptoms of a meniscus tear are:

Knee pain
Swelling of the knee
Tenderness when pressing on the meniscus
Popping or clicking within the knee
Limited motion of the knee joint

Love Dee Edwards

Hooray For Mammies



Today is a great day... I have been housebound and partially immobile for over 48 hours. During this time I haven't had one visitor. I have however taken two baths, I love baths... not as fun as they are in other peoples houses but still fun altogether. I fell over a few times in what could describe as character building moments, dinner time was fun, agonizingly as I cheerfully slaved over the cooker in an attempt to make fajitas balancing on one leg. SUPER! Biting into undercooked, jelly-like, chicken with oozing bloody corners wasn't so cheerful. I fucked it all in the bin and proceeded to have a full blown I'm-the-angriest-person-in-the-world attack. Afraid that my crippled-ness would be accompanied by stomach cramps, vomiting and diarrhoea I sat in fear for the next hour or so waiting for the onset of salmonella poisoning. Thankfully, after months of my house-mates midnight cooking fests my stomach has become immune to undercooked, contaminated meats. 


However, salvation comes in the form of my dearest mother who is flying over this evening to take care of her useless good-for-nothing 23 year old baby who is inept at everything.

Hooray for Mammies. 

Friday, April 9, 2010

Holding my knee in absolute contempt


Well folks, it's that time of year again where I have to suffer some sort of freakish accident where I ruin my already damaged knee and find myself crippled and housebound. YAY! Except this time I didn't jump over a wall or chase after tall dark stranger to fall in front of 50,000 people outside a nightclub, noooo... I did it whilst eating a Wagon wheel and watching Coronation Street on the telly.

Basically I tore my Meniscus in my knee and chipped off some cartilage in a beautiful skiing accident three winters ago. It all happened on my second morning on the slopes, hungover from a night of absolute tyranny my two skiing companions forced me to take on an icy red slope (far too advanced for my limited skills) which concluded in me hurtling down the slope towards a huge steel bollard holding up the ski lift. In a moment of panic I turned my skis as hard as I could into the side of the mountain, hoping to slow down, but instead coming to an immediate halt and my boot staying wedged in the ski with my lower leg up right and the whole weight of my body falling over the opposite side creating a dramatic popping and cracking noise inside my leg.

I bit that snow so hard -roaring in agony. I'm known for my foul tongue but I think I outdid myself that morning cursing everything under the sun as I struggled to pop my boot out of the ski to relieve the pressure. As I regained vision I looked up at the ski lift all I could see were my 'cool' mates heading for the black slopes laughing their arses off at me creaming myself completely and utterly on this ridiculous ice mound! Some snowboards pulled over to ask if I was okay but I hadn't quite stopped swearing yet and kindly told them to leave me alone (delusional in pain). My ski companions ushered me to get up but I fell in agony once again drawing the attention of a 'mountain ranger' who called a snow mobile for me. Thinking I'd get a fun lift on one of those From Russia with love style ski jets, I can only tell you my horror as they strapped me into something that resembled a rucksack on poles. (Please check out picture above)

Anyway, to conclude from this, every few months or so I tend to do something that fucks up my knee. But who knew watching television and eating wagon wheels could be so dangerous!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

My Headache

I have 20,000 words worth of assignments to write up for college before the 30th May 2010. I have a 10,000 Thesis and 10,000 words of random shitty essays to conjure up in 7 weeks.

Somebody please shoot me.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Why I love Adidas

Because they use northern soul in there adverts