"claire, sometimes i think i just made you up"

yesterday i finally had 16 hours lying in bed in my cheshire bedroom to read "the perks of being a wallflower" by stephen chbosky. it is the first time for many years that i have done any of the above, and it was lovely. finally, i read a book that listened to me.

the other night i spent the early hours of the morning watching the extras on the mary poppins dvd. there was some video and sound extracts from the premiere and it was fascinating and really quite magical to watch... nobody seemed real. julie andrews is such a gracious swan, i love everything i know about her.

two christmas miracles: rage against the machine got to number one... i ate my weight in sin and lost half a stone.

perceptions and a pep talk

here's a little secret for the world wide web...
i often worry about what people think of me.
i think it is natural to do this, and if you don't, then congratulations on being enlightened.

however, it is unhealthy to worry too much, which is why i have come to realise that when it feels like i cant rely on anyone else to pick me up, shake me and call me a dickhead, i should just do it to myself.

being lonely can teach you a lot, and it isnt all bad.

coming back to a sight to put it right...

ever since i discovered that i can go back home for a day, the notion has lifted everything else into a tiny manageable cloud.

leicester was so peaceful tonight. the wind was gushing and pushing around nothing, it was lovely.

and it felt as though i had climbed into my own head for a while and had a little sit down.

what a deep breath... ahhhhhhhh