Harry Potter
Spoiler t-shirt available here...if I wore this my friends would kill me!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday...
Fun day with Julie - haircuts at dawn, coffee and cake in Michelle's wonderful Maison Bertaux, 2 course lunch in Bistro 1, onto National Portrait Gallery for a potter around the BP Portrait Award 2007. My favourite was Katy Does It While Baking A Cake by Morgan Penn
Lovely painting - I adore that come hither look!
Then down to South Bank to meet up with Manda for Avanti Display's 'Stormbringer' as part of the National Theatre's Watch This Space season, a walk along the Thames "beach" and a stroll along the south bank towards Westminster. A very lovely day all in all!
edit: a weekend which I then spoiled by going home and getting steaming drunk thus missing archery on Sunday morning!!!
Fun day with Julie - haircuts at dawn, coffee and cake in Michelle's wonderful Maison Bertaux, 2 course lunch in Bistro 1, onto National Portrait Gallery for a potter around the BP Portrait Award 2007. My favourite was Katy Does It While Baking A Cake by Morgan Penn
Lovely painting - I adore that come hither look!
Then down to South Bank to meet up with Manda for Avanti Display's 'Stormbringer' as part of the National Theatre's Watch This Space season, a walk along the Thames "beach" and a stroll along the south bank towards Westminster. A very lovely day all in all!
edit: a weekend which I then spoiled by going home and getting steaming drunk thus missing archery on Sunday morning!!!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law
EBay treasure - a reprint of exact facsimile of the book issued to mourners at Aleister Crowley's cremation. Frieda Harris prints are a little too dark and the date of birth is incorrect but I've had a wonderful lunchtime just savouring the words of Hymn to Pan, an extract of The Book of the Law and Gnostic Anthem. Letting them roll around my head and tongue, feeling the shape and sound of them.
"My colours is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing"
p.s. I was once visited by the spirit/the ghost/the remaining Aleister Crowley. He sat cross legged by my mattress on the floor for a whole night and I cried uncontrollably. There are some things that mentally unstable 17 year old girls just aren't ready for...he was one of them.
EBay treasure - a reprint of exact facsimile of the book issued to mourners at Aleister Crowley's cremation. Frieda Harris prints are a little too dark and the date of birth is incorrect but I've had a wonderful lunchtime just savouring the words of Hymn to Pan, an extract of The Book of the Law and Gnostic Anthem. Letting them roll around my head and tongue, feeling the shape and sound of them.
"My colours is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing"
p.s. I was once visited by the spirit/the ghost/the remaining Aleister Crowley. He sat cross legged by my mattress on the floor for a whole night and I cried uncontrollably. There are some things that mentally unstable 17 year old girls just aren't ready for...he was one of them.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
How are you?
The feeling of wading through mud has continued way past Glastonbury. My gut is churning. My heart is fluttering. I'm unable to sit still. I'm unable to complete any project. I want to change everything about me. I want to run away. I can't sleep. People tell me that they don't know what I believe in because I never say anything that I truly believe - I just play devil's advocate on every point. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE IN. I have lost the plot. I make moves to improve my life but I can never complete anything. I fool myself that I haven't found "my thing" but in my heart I know it's because I'm lazy and sloth like in every way. Depression is my protection. I know where I am with my depression. It's seen me through a lot of hard times. It's hard not to turn to previous ways of coping. I'm trying not to vomit. I try to think about other things instead of self harm. I'm jealous. I'm angry. I'm scared. I don't want to be here - in this place, this time, or this body.
The feeling of wading through mud has continued way past Glastonbury. My gut is churning. My heart is fluttering. I'm unable to sit still. I'm unable to complete any project. I want to change everything about me. I want to run away. I can't sleep. People tell me that they don't know what I believe in because I never say anything that I truly believe - I just play devil's advocate on every point. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I BELIEVE IN. I have lost the plot. I make moves to improve my life but I can never complete anything. I fool myself that I haven't found "my thing" but in my heart I know it's because I'm lazy and sloth like in every way. Depression is my protection. I know where I am with my depression. It's seen me through a lot of hard times. It's hard not to turn to previous ways of coping. I'm trying not to vomit. I try to think about other things instead of self harm. I'm jealous. I'm angry. I'm scared. I don't want to be here - in this place, this time, or this body.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Rebel Rebel
Arcade Fire on Jonathan Ross - Win Butler smashed a BBC camera lens with the neck of his mandolin. Rest of band look on rather bemused.
What worries me is that I'm less concerned about the rock 'n' roll statement and more hoping that he pays for the damage and apologises to the camera man...
Arcade Fire on Jonathan Ross - Win Butler smashed a BBC camera lens with the neck of his mandolin. Rest of band look on rather bemused.
What worries me is that I'm less concerned about the rock 'n' roll statement and more hoping that he pays for the damage and apologises to the camera man...
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