About

Right, it’s all gone wrong; I used to be a pro-active, stage-craving, disco-dancing, bag-lady bothering, overactive pixie. I used to make dioramas from belly button fluff and cast spells with oven gloves whilst encouraging antennae out of my head. I used to invent everything I used and speak in riddles. Not any more. No. No world. No more. Instead of creating chaos and beauty from wool and vomit I now watch 4 episodes of Come Dine With Me whilst empathising with the one who brings his own mayonnaise. Instead of writing reams of idealistic nonsense and calling it poetry, I tend an imaginary garden on facebook. Instead of romanticising my boyfriend into a goblin toting wizard, I sit on the couch, drink tea, and think about feeding the cats (who are now cats, and not self propelled teddy bears or enchanted jesters). Dear the world, I’ve lost my mojo, my spring has sprung and there’s nowt but sad old woodchip and broken beans underneath.

Perhaps I have grown up (oh dear God), or maybe the medication has started to work, maybe now I’ll fit nicely into the world and be – content, not heart-stoppingly happy or toe-twistingly depressed, but just… content. Well! I don’t like it! Not one bit. I’m bored to tears, I’m baulking on beige, I want my sparkling dreams of bagladies knitting the future with their own hair back.

So, lazy plan no. 1 is – find a new procrastination that ISN’T in the realms of come dine with me, hence, start a blog.

In other words: Hello.