Cannonball

I have been massively enraged by girls lately. I never wanted or actually want to be one of them that hates other girls, but really lately I am being given fewer and fewer reasons to like hanging around with most girls.
Of course there are exceptions..i.e Alice. She is remarkably sane in a world full of insane girls.

I can’t comprehend why my having some history or hobby in common with someones boyfriend makes me an instant threat. Has it been documented enough how un-sexy and un-threatening sexually I really am?! What’s the big deal then? Sheeeesh, take your insecurities elsewhere.

Also, I feel a little like I am expected to hang around with some girls who are quite frankly idiotic and vacuous. And the reason for the expectation is because on the surface we are similar.. age, background, interests. Scratch their surface and all there is is icecream and kittens. Urghhwekjfehw,.wjkehkwq.

Alice came over tonight and I got us some take away and cider, and we watched TV together. Right before she went  home we had a quick game of Top Trumps. Not just any Top Trumps either, Rocksound Top Trumps. They were BRILLIANT. I don’t have them in front of me right now, but trust me when I say you want: Motorhead, Botch, Every Time I Die and In Flames in your gang.

I like Top Trumps but have for some time been unable to say it. Literally, I don’t mean unable to confess to my fondness, I mean actually say it. Last night I only slipped up once or twice ..Trop Tumps. Ehh. When I tagged along to a few shows with Architects a couple of years back, I sat in the front of the van, studiously making my own Trop Tumps cards featuring people we all knew, and Phil Collins. When the van broke down 40 or so miles from Sheffield, I did think my Trop Tumps would have their time to shine; what better way to pass the time than this?! Oh, well it turns out you can’t actually play Trop Tumps all that well when sitting on a motorway hard shoulder in gale force winds with your feet in a sleeping bag to keep out frost bite.

Bugger.

These Top Trumps are a brilliant gimmick. Well done Rocksound, I might email them to say congratulations. Would that be inappropriate?  I do have a slight bone to pick about Avenged Sevenfold being minus 1000 on the credibility scale. Eff you Darren Taylor!

I have always wanted to do collectible err cards, what’s the name for them? There definitely is a name for them! Well anyway, for a band I am working with, I have always wanted to do these cards, like you would have gotten free with Smash Hits in the 80’s… that say the pop stars’ name, age, likes, dislikes, favourite colour etc. It’s going to irritate me until I know what I am talking about. But that is what my greatest dream is. By greatest dream, I mean small time ambition.

Night!

One day in 2001, I met a man called PJ in the shop where he worked in St Marks Square, New York City. He had blue hair, tight black jeans and a slow way of talking. My friend Alan, despite his better judgement was attracted to him. It was kind of inevitable what would happen. Several hours later PJ would peel long-johns off Alans quivering legs, veins pumped full of alcohol and take his virginity. Mm.

Before that though, we went to some bars. Some gay bars, because PJ was gay..so we went to gay bars of course. He bought us drinks and this was exciting as we were all only 17/18, I am sure I got drunker so much quicker than usual because it was something naughty we were doing. I put money in the jukebox and selected I Love Rock N Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts. I sang along a little bit and PJ joined in. Totally out of tune. It irritated me so I stopped singing.

We went to a  bar called Meow Mix. It is closed now, I checked. It was in the film Chasing Amy, you know. Anyway, the Lunachicks were playing there, they did just three songs, and they were dressed up like 80’s style country and western singers. I am certain they covered a Phil Collins song, but I can’t think right now what it would have been. I couldn’t believe my luck at seeing them, so up close and personal, and with a vodka and orange in my hand no less. Unbelievable. But when I squeezed past Theo Kogan on my way to the toilets, I wasn’t awestruck or anything like that, because I thought OH, That’s just the way my life should be. I did inhale her perfume though. Such big hair.

Afterwards, PJ’s friend Adi gave us a lift back across town to the bar we were in before. Adi had a mohawk and she was beautiful. She had pink leopard print leggings on and the seats in her van, which she used to drive bands in, were like office chairs, they were bouncy and could rotate easily. I think only Americans would invent such a thing. When I got home, she emailed me a couple of times, but I suspect she didn’t have much call for going on computers. We drank a little more until my friend Sarah said she had to go to bed, so we got a cab, leaving Alan in PJ’s arms. I told him to be back by 10am, as that was when we were going out the next day.

A couple of years later when I went back to NYC I decided I should track down PJ, to see if he would marry me. I thought it would all be so easy. My mum approved. But I got told he moved to Rockaway Beach with his parents. Bye….I think I still have some emails from him, from all the way back then, in a folder called “Adi & PJ”. I would read them but I suspect my desperation would be visible and I don’t want to relive it just yet.

Theo Kogan now writes a blog, a fashion/advice blog. I still love her. Through her blog I fell in love with some shoes  by Pleasure Principle.. if they even make shoes, I don’t know. They were in their photos for one of their collections. I don’t know how to find those shoes. I wish that one day I would look good in Pleasure Principle clothes. I know I never will.    

A couple of years ago when I decided to buck my ideas up, lose weight, get better skin, be generally happier in my body, I made a few resolutions.
They were the usual sort that people make in such situations, for example to definitely, without a doubt eat five portions of fruit and veg a day, drink a minimum of 1ltr of water a day and so on.

Within a couple of weeks most of these had fallen by the wayside. One which didn’t was to have at least one orgasm a day (on average). That one was easy, free and the best fun.

I was just thinking of it though, and observing that since those resolutions were made, the only time I have not fulfilled that resolution was when I had a a boyfriend (and lived with him no less!). Oh cruel irony.

Far from it am I to lay blame at someone elses door, but come on- I had resolutions to fulfil, I wasn’t the one slacking off here.

You will, I am sure, be pleased to know I am back in the swing of things now, and can once again crack one out in the ad break from Hollyoaks.

Right, I’m off to Morrisons…bye!    

In November, NaNoWriMo takes place and this year I am taking part and I intend to be a winner. I still can’t work out how to imbed links.. I suspect I have to pay for the priviledge. No ta. Anyway, for more information you should check out www.nanowrimo.org but in short it is a writing competition- you have one month to attempt a 50,000 word novel. It can be about anything you like and it doesn’t have to be perfect. The whole point, besides the personal challenge, is to get creative I guess, so misplaced apostrophes and underdeveloped characters shouldn’t hold you back. People all over the world take part.

That’s the plan anyway.

What to write about, anyway? There is some saying regarding writing about what you know. Well, the subject I know most about is myself. I can remember things from 20 years ago, so that’s a whole twenty years worth of stories, waiting to bust out…but who’d want to read about them really? So, what else I know about is, the other people in my life. But are they more interesting than me? And do people want to read about them either? I need to choose a person or event that I know well, and embellish it.

Adorn, Decorate and Embellish. The subject of my GCSE Art exam.

I have a good memory.

Anyway, Thankyou to Rik for getting me onto NaNoWriMo.

x    

I have recently heard the new album by The Freezing Fog. It is totally amazing, as are they as people. I saw them live last Friday in a venue which was like someone’s outsided (nicely decorated) living room. Any band that writes songs with appropriate spaces for handclaps is a winner with me.

To add to my excitement about this band, I will be doing press for them (and some others), all being well. Thanks to a man called Tom Begley plus some lovely luck and coincidence I will be doing press for  Eyes of Sound Records. I haven’t yet worked out how to make a link clickable on this. So you will have to use our mutual friend google to get your grubby hands on the internet goods here.

It could almost pass as a pop record (albeit a proggy, rocktastic pop record), which makes me happy as I like pop music, but aprehensive as it will be the most mainstream press work I have done. But I like a challenge.

This label and this band make me chuffed with life, so they are clearly both worth checking out.    

Hiya,
I am Becky, I am 25 years old and I live alone in Leeds.
I am only just realising where I fit into the world, and yet also realising I don’t fit in anybloodywhere. For the most part though, I am not having a crisis.

This blog will not be an emotional trainwreck (I do that elsewhere), it will just document the brilliant parts of my life and fully developed plans, ideas and thoughts, rather than half baked babble.
That’s the plan anyway…

I like correct spelling and grammar. I also like these bands: Torche, Napalm Death, Genesis, The Police, Faith No More and I am not even ashamed to admit Avenged Sevenfold. I like cooking and baking. I like my cats. Alan Partridge.

I dislike other peoples emotional dramas and mental insecurities. Pelican. Gherkins and teenagers on buses.