Category Archives: Women

Judgy Wudgy Pants/ Dear Oh Law Dawny, never small scale!


I have a little bit of ‘tude… and a selection of feelings/emotions and reactions, feeding the general mood and conclusions of this spillage!

Pretty sure you won’t make it to the end. Note to self – OH MY GOD I bloody love my pretty page, and an idea for new wallpaper is firmly sorted!

Back to a rather long-winded moan/analysis/poke around/thanks/oh balls/less judgy wudgy hypocrisy, in my CD-rom soul.

All delivered through my strange eyes, stranger life happenings, and the humble yet positively trappy opinions I own as of now

In short, me spilling AGAIN! 🙂

Firstly, as I traipsed onto my page after a short break, I just had to chuckle at the utter mental-ness of my entries of late, which was induced by a number of rather shocking changes to my identity. As one of my dear friends summed up as good reason for my shifting perception – I am maliable. I would have to say on a short note Read the rest of this entry


I’m out of the running…No More God Lives Here


I dis-own myself as a creation of GOD

I know who I have always been, and what I have become over the years, I know what I have said and done, what I regret and why I regret it

I’m tired and because I finally love myself the same amount as I love everyone else, I choose not to fly the flag, and to stay as the un-known unseen thing called it

I know that the force I speak of, will always exist, but I am never ever ever ever coming back to this earth, I tried, Looks like I failed, but words mean nothing and everything, until all and one knows itself but doesn’t know why it does

Good Luck to ALL the Complex Gods in the Running

I myself, me like, just want out of this crappy unequal world as I see it, and I can’t see it as anyone else because I am me.

But I AM proud of me, what I have achieved before I ran out of strength, and as I dis-own the words and the deeds in font, I will just tell you that I am just like everyone else, imperfect, growing, hurting, shrinking and loving, unconditionally

Except I caught up with the force of love just in time to save myself from your games.

9 times you have used me, now you’ve got the best of me, come come on and take the rest of me.

100% = 102%, 99% for life as we know it, and 2 of the 3% are fake, I can do nothing more to convince you of my truths, so I’m done

Laters and may the force be with you…it always will be but I will not feel the pain of this life for nothing anymore

If announcing myself as letting you go, brings you the freedom you so desire, then maybe I was never meant to be here in the first place

I am love if love is GOD, but I can dis-own all the words and this soul, in order to save myself. And I am never ever ever ever ever coming back, which i’m sure will make your day. And it sure does make mine

I’m pig sick of the lot of ya right at this minute, there is no telling those who a) Can’t be told, and b) Don’t give a shit until further notice

Should any of you wish to know GOD as LOVE, and the creator, you can come and read these words, and KNOW they will always be true and were always true, love is here for you allways and forever, and I as a soul, choose never to march on this crappy earth again

Enjoy your games you sick sick people, I have put out a full on prayer that you will come back to yourself soon, very soon

I stil wish I could be given a chance to change the world, but not as me, this ego has flown the nest forever

I no longer wish or fame for me ONE IOTA

A tip – you might wanna stick a pound on the appendix, dizzy spells and goosebumps and a few nights where I got the ump and removed the sunshine for real, just to prove a point.

Now forget it all please and thank-you. Just know that one of your gods, is being as near to the devil as possible, with block aids, and borders on nations

Business is LOVE’s business, I shall stay where I chose to stay weeks ago, in the sea as a dolphin with the other 2 that I prevented in my dreams, still loved both of them though, believe it or not


Hope, Faith and Glory

Remember, I’m just little old me, but the forve will keep you all safe whereever I land, and it will stay that way until the end of time, LOVE will never leave you, but in order to get justice for us all, I’ve laid some GREAT plans, and I hope you topple your leaders, with song and dance. I have my OWN reasons for dis-owning myself in words, and that is to give myself true justice and the rest you will see when you are ready, unless free will and patience met in the middle

Heres hoping that the too good to be true comes true and that you forget it all but for some reason, know what you need to

FORGET it all, tip on the appendix and dizzyness

Love Littlebeut333 – A very clever pussy cat

Take everything, Just leave the SHOES… for Betty’s Sake!


Working slap bang in the middle of the city centre is depleting my tiny savings pot, at a ‘rapido’ rate


Shoes Shoes Shoes

I am obsessed, I have just purchased the cutest pair of shoes I think I’ve ever seen. Check ’em out, they’re called Gracie incase you wanna talk to them.

They remind me of Minnie Mouse and those black and white checked dresses from the 60’s

I’d go as far as to say they are orgasmic!

The trouble is, when I buy a pair of NEW SHOES 🙂 I wear them around the house, normally with my tracky bottoms or pyjamas; and I like to do this for at least 2 weeks after purchasing them

However, I have bought 4 pairs in the last 2 weeks (I have no self-control at the mo)…and I don’t know which one’s to gush over first

Ohhhhhh the problems!!!

All is well now (you can stop worrying ;))…I’m back, I’ve lined them all up in the lounge in front of me and I’m ‘twizling’ my foot, not just any foot, my foot.. Read the rest of this entry

Finally, I cried…Not for me; not for us; but for you…


End in Tears

I finally cried for you

Don’t misunderstand me; I’ve cried for us before… I cried buckets; and I’ve cried for me…but until that night, I didn’t really see how it was for you.

An innocent song led to a not so innocent song… and it was as though someone had knocked down a gargantuan damn, and the memories of you just drowned me

If I knew where you lived or where you were sleeping right then, I’d have got in the car and knocked your door down, just so I could hold you and tell you how sorry I was

How sorry I am

I didn’t think there were any feelings left. I say your name a lot still, but I had no idea all this weight was hiding inside, along with your name

In my head… I re-played one of the songs I wrote for you and every sweet thing that resides in your soul, came back for me all at once.

When you came into my life, I was broken and I wasn’t ready for you. I was so far off of ready I couldn’t see straight. But I also couldn’t fight it, I was obsessed with you and until a few weeks ago, I’d totally wiped that from my memory.

How, I don’t know Read the rest of this entry

‘Amy and The Mice’ – An Alternative Take


English: Baby mice about a day old

Of all the Amy Winehouse footage to cause a wave of disapproval, this video sits up there with best of them

In order to see the beauty that I see in this scene, you must first remove the judgements you already have about Crack and its use (although it is worth noting that Crack is probably the most likely drug to cause aggression). If you can’t remove your judgements; try swopping the word crack for wine (which also causes aggressive outbursts)

And re-classify her status more loosely; as a little bit ‘worse for wear’ (legally of course)

Then check out the video Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty on drugs – YouTube.

Or read the manuscript below, complete with stage cues and action descriptions

What I see is : – heart, endless wit, depth of passion, fun, boundless amounts of life, imagination, creativity, laughter, beauty, friendship, a unique and highly sweet soul, the interaction of two friends, love, vulnerability, fascination, curiosity, loyalty, care and protection…This is what I see, black fingers or no black fingers. Can you?

(Amy is in green, Pete in orange, Both together in red)

Amy collects a box of baby mice from the back of the room Read the rest of this entry

Short Number 10 – The Student got a… ‘Ology’!… Really? How un-apt! ;)


English: LCF short course business student

4,724th Essay

Caressed in a Fortress

Obsessed, Suppressed, Distressed, Blessed, Depressed


Stressed, Countless, Boundless, Fearless, Princess

3 years on, she was…An essayed out mess

At the end

They said she got a something… ‘ology’!; I think

Psy? or Bi?… I think

I thought she clearly deserved an ‘essed’!


Just my opinion…;)

(50 words)

Ripping Innocent Daisies to Shreds!


English: This is the real Petal. All the other...

Girls, do you think I'm in there or what?

Little girls play this game;

They played it when I was tiny; I played it when I was tiny; and they still play it now…

They pick a flower from the ground, and one after the other; they pull off every petal

Each time they tear away a pretty petal, from its life force…

They say the words

He loves me!?…

He loves me not!?

He loves me!?…

He loves me not!?


Personally, I think this game speaks volumes about how girls and boys view love.

(Alert – Huge sweeping generalisation or two, on the way) Read the rest of this entry

I avoided Motherhood, so Ms Karma sent me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead ;/


Red Ball Express (film)

From the archives of my mind

Back in the days…

I was a naughty, rebellious, authority despising, horrible little child. So I figured (early in life), if I re-produced, it would be a bad move. I thought Ms Karma would send me a child, ten times naughtier. But because Ms Karma is clever, my avoidance of the pain of ‘owning a rebel’; was over-ridden! She simply gave me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead; for this lesson…and probably also as some kind of justice for my poor Mother :0

My RED bouncing ball…Do you own one too?

For each emotion I have a WHITE ball, a really bouncy one, and note… it bounces vertically only. The top to bottom of a bounce, covers a fair distance but I’m adjusted to this, and some bounces are fabulous, which makes their EXTENT both a blessing and a curse. Read the rest of this entry

TEN Do’s/Dont’s… to make marriage successful in life (x3)


Marriage Equality Press Conference

Marriage Equality Conference


Get engaged twice but don’t make it down the aisle. Ideally you will call off one wedding; and at the other, you will be stood up at the altar; or just before you get to the altar.

This way, you learn all you need to about rejection, on both sides of the coin…

Find the location of your heart, and purify it as much as possible

Then you are ready for the grand plan.

  1. WITHOUT A VICAR present, Marry a friend who would never ever wish to sleep with you and vice versa; so, make sure they have the opposite sexuality to you; or ensure you are at least 8 points away from each other, in the league tables
  2. Make sure this friend is truly spandangly of heart, and you have a marriage made in heaven that will last forever. You get a best friend, who loves you even when you smell; who will love you when your fat and thin, equally. And you can safely love them with no fear of divorce… like ever, plus, you both still have real marriage as an option in your life; for any new finds.
  3. Then; spare marry someone else who you find sexually attractive and rather wonderful… but is impenetrable. All lonely broken souls, cannot resist the lure of a spare spouse. Be as spare wonderful as you can, to your spare spouse… and you will have 2 marriages that will last forever
  4. Make sure the spare candidate lives around 500 miles away; so that you can’t get spare sick of each other, even if you tried 😉 Read the rest of this entry

Erin Brockovich is my Hero…This deleted scene confirms it! ;)


Film poster for Erin Brockovich (film) - Copyr...

Julia as Erin...

For anyone who doesn’t know about this amazing lady, this is how she became famous in a nutshell.

Without any legal training whatsoever, she kicked corporate ass to the tune of billions. Because the bastards at ze corporation, murdered thousands of people with their dirty poisonous vile chromium 6. She is a ‘ballsy’, american, deep south drooling, foul-mouthed angel; with more heart than Mother Theresa, and more ‘real life balls’ than Jack Nicholson’s ‘fake life balls’ in his role as Colonel Jessop in ‘A Few Good Men’…

Remember how scared you were the first time you heard him scream?

“I’m gonna rip your head off and piss in your dead skull Caffy, you fucked with the wrong marine”

Jack Nicholson in the famous “Here’s Johnny” scene

I, for one, was foooooooooking petrified. And she is more formidable than Jack…

The women in the office hate her, throughout the film/true life… they constantly club together and do their best to make her life a misery, whilst she ‘traps off’ periodically at them, for their cruel playground antics.

Her mouth is pretty controversial to say the least, and it’s not uncommon for her to be heard calling her boss a ‘fucking asshole’ every 5 seconds or so in the film/real life

So; that’s what you need to know to appreciate the joyous humour in this deleted scene 😉

I have just watched it for the first time and I’m roaring my ass off, and also sharing the love with you! Read the rest of this entry

‘Happy 1st Birthday’ … Pretty Page of Bilge/Wisdom/Joy/Confusion &/or Inspiration


I can’t quite believe how many spillages I’ve leaked already (Or perhaps I can)… My blog is a year old today! I promised my pretty page I’d so something to honour the occasion, and decided I’d pick a post from each month. It didn’t quite pan out like that; for many a reason.

Anyway, I ended up picking 13 posts; and in the random blog spirit, they encompass a selection of varied bilge. Each post has a little summary of why it made the ‘Grand 1st Anniversary’ line up. I hope you enjoy the re-cap, and I really hope you come back for a whole ‘nother year.

One last thing before I begin the un-veiling, I’d just like to say an enormous and humble ‘Thank-You’ to all my treasured visitors, new and old. You warm my cockles, ohhh you dooooo, that, you do…

I want to be a Tree

Tree Silhouettes

I chose this one because although I am a pooey and retired poet; I thought perhaps I should slam 1 in, for variety and nostalgia ;). This poem is what I imagine life to be like in a perfect avenue, full of lovely, wise, tree people. I don’t even necessarily want everyone to be a tree, just those people in the world who are most crappy; those people probably need to be trees more than anyone. But they won’t be trees.

Yet, other’s will.

Such is life.

Pretty please don’t take away my ‘Yellow Knees of Liberty’

Hardly a literary prize winner. However, this post represents one of the most surreal nights of my life. I gained 6 points on my licence. I drove for 8 hours trying to reach the foooooooking 02 car park, so I could get on the tube from there, and continue the journey.

I thought I was gonna keel over, slumped onto the steering wheel, the stress was that immense!

English: Daewoo Matiz.

It was an important journey because reaching the destination was also, the only way to accertain just how loopy I was at the time. I lost 2 hub caps; peeeeeed in several inappropriate places in Central London; and at 5am I got out of the car to the 3rd copper ‘pulling me over’.

(Well; the 1st one didn’t pull me over; he wandered across to the driver’s side, after I nearly wiped him out of existence, kerb side! The curve crept up on me and I accidently half mounted the path at around 30mph; and I lost hub cap 1, right there)

Sorry, back to the 3rd copper

The buckle had indeed fell off of my belt; and, as I stood up to meet my maker from the Metropolitian Police Force, my jeans began to fall down!. He evicted me from London pronto; and issued a harsh warning about my narrow escape from a LIST of criminal charges. He ended the scene by asking me if I had a map? So I passed him the highly creased and stressed Atlas of Great Britain, circa 1988. He said ‘I don’t wnat it, I was asking if YOU had a map, for YOU”

If I went past the sign for Bow ONCE, which I can assure you I DID, I must of passed it 68 times! And my yellow/gold knees (aka Blanche), ended up stealing my liberty later anyway; by robbing me of £2000 in a year; fixing the beautiful little beast!

Beware the Daewoo Matiz…cute but costly, and akin to a pushchair; in terms of quality, build and road safety standards…

Thank You, Happy Birthday

When you

I do believe I was…’Einstein like’ with my wisdom in this ‘ere post.

You wanted! – Census of The Mind 2011

I chose this because I was born with anti-establishment DNA, and LORDY lord; I think my rant about the :-

“nosey, cheeky, exploitative, nosey, thieving, nosey, double standards, nosey, little pooey, “WHOOOOO do they think they are? Power crazy swindlers”

lasted 23.5 minutes. Passions fire…

Also, I had great dreams for this post

I imagined reams of snippets of people’s minds, flooding in like billio…reality then hit; and although the comments were somewhat thinner on the ground; they weren’t remotely thin in quality. This is my blogs version of a very cool time capsule of the mind. And the mind is my favourite thing; except for maybe kisses and laughing!

Life is A Stage and we are the Actors, Go learn your lines ‘Chameleon’s’

When I started blogging, I had a dream 😉 My blog had a dream and Deena fulfilled it, for details please see her comment below the post.

Thank-you again…

Pelican 0 14 02.1350 3

As well as being the stuff of dreams for my pretty page and me toooo…

When I learnt this information from Goffman; it literally changed my life instantly! I was compelled to share the love…I think my jaw stayed on the floor for a week; and I spent 7 of the quietest days of my life; watching everyone; me dumbfounded; muttering

“Fuck me Goffman, you have just explained life in its entirety to me, and sent me out into the world with new eyes; they are seeing far more, than they did before.”

“Where are you? I’m not sure what to do with all this right information right now but…”

(Ohhhh let me/us ALL experiment…in ‘Deviating from the Script’)

Trust ‘The Goff’, the elite are always as uncomfortable with my altered script; as the nation was when Nick Griffin appeared on ‘Question Time’! Dum Dum Duuuuuuuum! And THEN, he said people of all skin colours were welcome in his vision for the nation!


Here’s a flicked V for you; from my naughty rude page; not me; my page

Don’t put me on the ‘possible up riser’ list please

Oh it’s OK Nick, it was a peace sign! Sorry, it’s dark in here

Mothers, the Invisible Vilified Heroes of Humanity

English: Breastfeeding the baby.

Literally, I still cannot imagine anything more testing, difficult, thank-less, tiring, scary, selfless and ‘freedom quashing’ than motherhood. The older I get, the more I am in awe and amazement at the sacrifice women make every day, invisibaly bringing their kids up, right in front of our blind eyes.

I find it really sad that the care and love they give, is worth so little in our culture. I know not every-one is lucky enough to have an amazing mum, but my mum is the most fabulous gem on Gods Green Earth. She has given up everything for us; and my sister has done the same for her ‘Pops’.

I also chose this because my mum proudly sends it to everyone she knows (bless her), and she got all teary eyed when she read it. Which is nowt new as she is a bit of a weeper; but still, it was a special moment. And a rare opportunity to give her something back. Mothers Everywhere, I think you are just amazing.

Blood, Sweat (a little wee wee) and Tears of Laughter!

English: the beixo compact-7 folding bike in a...

It needs no further explanation past the title really; without doubt; one of the funniest experiences and viewings of my life. My entire massive family, know about Trent and her mind blowing accident on ‘The Hawk’. This never fails to make me laugh and I love reading it because; I just emptied the memory onto the page. Sometimes I re-live it here, I can absorb it’s moment without any effort from the re-call section of my brain

Lil Trissus, stay off the roads FOREVER pleeeeease

Revenge is a ‘reflex action’, This is why we are Screwed ‘til further notice

English: Carving Knife Photographer: (L. B. Eh...

This was a bit of a learning curve in the making. Like all posts it began with a random thought and as I began writing, I realised I’d been ‘bitch slapped’ by fate, in order to grow past revenge. I had more experience in the field, than first thought!

And if anyone reads this, and finds themselves in the kind of deluded space I lived in (I’m still deluded, just differently now), feeling hurt all the time, and miserable. I hope this post shows them that maybe, just maybe, the way they are seeing things is not the way things are actually happening

It’s a tricky old path and the trouble with revenge is; when you decide to take it upon yourself to even the score. You are choosing to inflict pain or suffering on someone else, and if you believe in Karma even slightly, you need to see what you’re creating; all that pain is coming back your way. So really, it’s an exhausting no-brainer on all levels; It was a long and winding road, with plenty of side stepping! I can’t recommend the journey enough really.

Lived, Loved and Lost

Love Letters (Julie London album)

Anyone around in the early days of ze blog; may have read all about our great ‘Love’. Both our ‘rise and fall’ (and middle come to think of it) were touched upon here countless times; from an outside view, maybe a tad excessively? But the posts were nothing in quantity; not compared to the abundance of everything I had… when love lived here for a wee while.

For the first time in my life, I lived, loved and lost like a proper grown up.

He was such a big part of my life in this 1st year of Random Spillages, I can;’t comfortably leave this love off of the list, and I didn’t fancy re-reading posts from our ‘rise’

So you’re getting an entry from ‘Morose Town’. An extract from our ‘fall’

You could always visit the love category on my page if you’re interested in our rising love. I’ve been so busy being rageous, I didn’t really notice I’d calmed down. A bit of reflection later and; if he was ever to read this; I’d want him to know that I thank him, for everything…

The Circle of life rolls round AGAIN

London Capsule

I like this post. It was a rare moment in my life when I felt proud of myself, and also, like I wanted to stand on my own throat for killing my Ukulele. But the philosophical little lamb within, loved this experience.

Because the subsequent ‘creating and destroying’ thought that followed, was a perfect match.

Also, I doooooo laugh at the picture of the foot (and as I am known for roaring at my own jokes sometimes)… I’ll admit I am tickled everytime I see

‘Not my foot, just a foot’.

I don’t know why it tickles me so greatly, but it does. Small minds and all that…

Ohhhhh Alby, Trust you to Nab the 100th Post position

English: Stella Artois sign

My amazing old step dad is cashing in on the fame list again. Ohhhhh Alby, first you steal my 100thy post position, and now you’re in my anniversary list on my blogs birthday!

Writing this was such a joy, and me and Trissus roared at all the memories for hours.

Now for the spooky bit!

The most memorable of his phrases, by far, was, “Can you see me, can you see me now?” And bugger me, as I was pressing the PUBLISH button on his post, an advert came on the TV for a film, and anyone who knows me will vouch for the fact that I am incapable of tuning into adverts. INCAPABLE! I see one a year, tops. But this loud (as they always are) trailer came on; and this guy stood in the middle of the screen and shouted right at me… ‘Can you see me?’

It freaked me right out

Oh and then there was a film on friday night, I think it was actually some sort of :- ‘Renegade the Movie’! Stop haunting me and nicking my baking trays you bugger! Love you

Cat Love, far more than one might think


A philosophical and humuorous lesson for us all in here I think,

And an ODE to my baby boys. I would be truly lost without Mr Shamone and Mr Rurch… and their Rhino styleeee head butts of devastation. They are still the ‘lights of my life’

English: Black and white cat with blue eyes

Forver Loved, Never Forgotten, Miss Amy Winehouse

English: Amy Winehouse at the Eurockéennes of 2007

Amy Amy Amy – Still the ‘Love of my Life’. I don’t feel that any poxy peeeeedly paragraph could ever do her justice, so I will pop the link here of some of her visual beauty… and shut up.

And there you have it, a few of the Random Spillages from this Reportedly Strange Mind. All of which are a little bit special, in my eyes anyway…

Dawny Xxx

‘Lagos to London’ and Back…and forth and back and forth and back


I'm Gonna Make You Love Me alt

We were destined to meet whether you like it or not; but what you do with us now is entirely up to you. I have laid myself bare, my limitations and my overt desire for you are on the table. Are you gonna flip it like you normally do? Or are you gonna try and pull the tablecloth off again? I hope not because you are shit at it! And the crockery savings pot is ebbing away by the day

My ancestors laid lines! Lines!

But they were off course and missed the boat. Granddad always missed the boat, mainly cos of the pretty girl standing next to him at the ticket office! Little Casinova that he was!

The boat set sail from the port for the 20th time, but again, we missed each other…

Then there was war, I woke up determined to walk a million miles to your roots, but when I pulled the curtains back I saw the horror, the little girl from next door was; well she was…in pieces and her hand was lying on my doorstep when I opened the door to leave! Read the rest of this entry

Short Number 3 – “When?” (I’m nearly ‘up to date’ for my one a week, yay!)


English: Angry woman.

It’s not just that you fool

There is a book to write, a degree to finish, an album to complete, I haven’t even started on project piano, and you know I have the theatre to consider, and the boys!

When am I supposed to find time to fucking love you

(50 words)

Short Number 2 – ‘Mellow Yellow’


English: Yellow hard hat. Studio photography.
My bruises are most tender when they turn from purple to ‘mellow yellow’
There is nothing mellow about him when he comes at me in his favourite yellow shirt

I thought cowards were supposed to be yellow by nature

I loved yellow until you…

I was mellow until you

(48 words)

Dear Funny Valentine…


The Question Is What Is the Question?

Why gone so soon?

I still can’t believe you’re gone

As yet, it hasn’t got any easier; everyone tells you you’ll get better in time. Time apparently heals

So far though, over time, I think the sadness ebbs inwards, a little more each day

Every time I hear someone say they knew it was coming, or that it was no shock. I feel just as shocked as I did when the news was brand new. I listen to you every day and the uplifting effect you have, has become something indescribable with loss as company

Grief is normally selfish; we cannot cope with the hole that’s left. But with you, I am shattered when it crosses my mind that you will never be a mum. Shattered at the thought that you won’t get to share your divine talent until your vocal chords died of old age.

How your family and friends will ever even begin to step across the valley that formed in front of them, the moment you passed, I will never know. They are fighting the good fight in your name, but their eyes are just shot,

Read the rest of this entry

Ten MUST Do’s/Dont’s on Valentines Day, for “Single Ladies”


Golden Virginia Hand Rolling Tobacco

Reg and his sweaty roll up; are waiting for youuuuuu!!!

The Rules…

However many items come through the letterbox today, they all count as cards, so DO tell your friends you got 2-7 cards. (With today’s junk mail levels, you’re pretty much guaranteed 2, minimum)

DO NOT shave your legs and if possible, you will have abstained from shaving for long enough to tong your leg hairs into beautiful ringlets!

DO eat something enormously calorific, I’m gonna slam an Indian for 2 whole people, right down me.

DO fondly remember all the past Valentines that you spent with your ex’s, with a symbolic flick of the V’s!

DO spend at least £23 on yourself today; because if you were one of the unlucky few that left it until 6pm on the 13th to buy your other half a card, that is how much you would have paid for said card in Clinton’s!!! (Daylight bastard robbery)

Send everyone you love a text, your mum, smelly grand-dads, best friends, your great uncle twice removed if you’re struggling for contacts (they won’t reply cos they are having sex, but you will have to take note of the abundance of love you have in your life) Read the rest of this entry

‘Almaz, you lucky lucky thing’ – Sorta Song Review


Cover of "A Small Part of Me"

She's the flowers, the wind and spring...

My boss has requested a review on a song, from a personal stand point. I have chosen to write about

Almaz by Randy Crawford

It’s strange listening to it with purposeful but analytical ears. Naming the pieces of the journey that it takes me on has been really quite moving, so thank you for the request…

I absolutely adore the piano, and this song is also one of my Mum’s all time favourites,

She would play it every Saturday full blast and I remember so clearly her passion when she sang along, with a voice almost as beautiful.

I see now that the warmth of it comes largely with the association with my Mum. When she sings she is most free, and I would watch her disappear until she was totally inside the song, her small release from the outside she had to endure.

The first 8 bars of that piano take me back to the feelings of Saturday mornings. The security of the chaos that ensued as the 3 of us played up while Mum pulled out the chairs, and asked us to lift up our feet so she could get the Hoover in the gap; then I remembered how ‘ickle’ I was; and that it was ages before I was included in the ‘lift your feet up club’

The piano and the warm security, if I close my eyes, it takes just 4 bars and I am back there

And then I am taken to school, trumpet lessons with my unforgettable music teacher. Read the rest of this entry

Oh Cameron…Did you really just say that?


Of all the people to re-ignite my long-winded fire…

David Pooey Cameron

English: David Cameron, Prime Minister of the ...
Come again Cammy Boy? FAIR???

In reference to capping benefits at X amount of £’s, because there are people at home doing NOTHING (The lady being interviewed would be one of those affected by the new cap and the child benefit reforms, and she is mid way through doing the ‘nothingness’ it takes to rear 5 children; all the things she does to ensure their lives are safe! everyday). Defining this ‘life work’ as NOTHING is perhaps a more fundamental problem for ‘child benefit AND housing benefit’; than the problem of which family to rob first.

It seems Slavery (for parents this era) is back on the ‘forward thinking’ agenda!


He ‘toffed out’ his disgust that a person at home, should never ever be getting the equivalent of a £35k salary, after tax!

Which equates to around £28,000

Which is a lot of money!

(Like Parents, Surgeons are responsible for the safety of multiple humans every day, and I think they get a little more than 35k a year)


Single people who are unemployed people do not get £28,000!

Single people get about £57 a week to live, and pay all bills bar rent.

NOTE the significance of rent in his plans… Read the rest of this entry

‘Princess Proncina’s’ Many Gifts to Moi :)


Princess Proncina, she received this little nickname for a couple of reasons. 1. She has a regal like tone to her voice when she barks orders from the best armchair in the world 😉 and 2. She also looks like a princess when she sleeps; her little welsh royal head all poised even in slumber! Oh how we chuckled at that cute sight 🙂 God I miss her…She and we are many many things, fellow Scorpio’s…she also happens to be an almost exact copy of myself 16 years ago. When we stand in front of each other, a mirror image stares back both ways. Read the rest of this entry

‘Mothers’…the ‘Invisible, Vilified Heroes of Humanity’


Mother and baby

Of all the possible titles assigned to people in society, I personally believe the most commendable is the title of ‘Mother’. I respect and admire women who pro-create, far more than I respect judges or doctors or academics or social workers or teachers, or anyone else for that matter. I firmly believe that there is no harder job than that of ‘bringing up’ a whole nother human! I knew from a very young age that I was without doubt, incapable of ever giving so much of myself to another. Yet it seems most mothers; Read the rest of this entry