Usually to be found somewhere above the clouds in Tralfamadore, where pirates ride winged rhinoceros to the local shops and rats in top hats race around wildly nibbling at my feet.At regular intervals, interrupted by the rude prod of reality, I fall headfirst into the skin of a professional and highly disorganised Caucasian woman. Most comfortable on the stage or in front of a camera in someone else’s!
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My Interests
I'd like to meet:
people looking to get involved in creative projects, directors, production companies, performers, lighting/sound technicians living locally (!) ... and just genereally fun people!
My Blog
Sprouting spots ....
My spots are sprouting
lips are pouting
with pinprick
pain
as I push and I prod
and my pustulesPOP! Posted by on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 16:07:00 GMT
Forget Me Not
Forget-me-nots
growing in a bed of roses.
WEED IT Posted by on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 15:26:00 GMT
A glimpse of darkness
I saw the roots today. For the very first time. For a moment. I touched them. I've walked amongst their leaves and smelt their flowers every day of my life, yet until now have not set eyes upon the ro... Posted by on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 14:59:00 GMT
