Saturday, 5 September 2009


Thursday, 25 June 2009

love in strange places

i had an idea for a photo project: drawing little <3s
in unexpected places and then taking photos of them

but then i thought about social projects and liked
the idea of drawing <3s but also nice/inspirational
messages alongside them to brighten people's day

before i finally came to the conclusion that it
should be a social movement called
love in strange places
so everybody, step away from the computer
and go do this. let a stranger know it's going to
be alright. draw your heart and message.
send it to me.

let's fill the world
with hearts.

Sunday, 14 June 2009

road to joy

It took a little persuading, but I convinced Steven and David to visit a museum with me. They had fun too, but I think the box of children's dress-up clothes we found played a large part in that.

I am not writing. I have forgotten how to write. My life largely consists of waiting to move to Manchester and doing things like spending many hours on trains, helping a now-homeless David move into our student flat, going to pool parties and being ultimately rejected by the boy I thought I would end up marrying. Fun and games.

Saturday, 6 June 2009

pizza slice and chips

how i've missed coming home in the tomorrow -
after dancing alongside other souls like I was made of elastic.
the streets were empty and they glistened with undisturbed rain,
as dawnbreak came at five AM, silently fantastic

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

I just won a load of sex toys on a radio show.

Wednesday, 27 May 2009

face your fear

I have a copy of Richard Yates' "The Easter Parade". I am so excited in regards to reading it that I am not reading it. Read, goddamnit.

Thing are happening at a pace which is half glacial, half extreme. Is that even possible? We have life-related plans but no solid things. We have one month to find an apartment in Manchester. Then, we have at least six months of solid, hardcore working to afford to live there. We is "my future housemates and I". I am not used to hardcore work. I did a few twelve hour shifts in a bar and it hurt. The real world is mainly terrifying. I'm worried I will run out of money or not find a job and have to crawl back home to my parents. Literally crawl. Because I will not be able to afford the train fare home. On top of this I am probably doing a one day a week Masters in Creative Writing. And not adopting a dog called Byron. I don't know. Everything is a bit undecided at the moment.

I think I will literally crawl back into bed now.

Sunday, 24 May 2009

There's nothing. There just isn't anything.