Roll up Roll up!Stalkers, lovers, friends and foe, hello. I wont give my name because when I have done that in the past horrible men whose only picture is of their bare groin would email me rank nothings and make me feel personally violated through tainting my name. Earn it!
Anyway.
I am from East London, the delightful hovel where the Kray Twins
, Jack the Ripper
and the Elephant Man all turned their tricks.
Whatever, I love East London. It may be a proper shit hole but I geunuinely love East London, its histories and nooks and crannys.Love the rapists and crack whores not so much. It really annoys me when people say they dont like London, because its so big different parts are like visiting a new town and you know when people say that they really only mean Oxford Street. If your that stupid, piss off back out of London to whatever back water you came from and stop pissing the piss out of people with your slow walking. People in London walk quickly because they have lives and want to get to places quickly, accept this. Although Londoners are antisocial,a bit too antisocial which is a bit cock, but once this has been cracked I promise London is a bit fit. Though I guess with slow moving chodes clogging up the pavement and also not queing properly its gonna gripe!
See its not so fugly
In fact leaving London scares me a bit. I say leaving London; leaving Zone 3 depresses me. I was watching Gilbert and George on some programme and they said that they never left London and hadnt left it for 7 years until their friend made them visit. They said the countryside was very beautiful and the villages quaint and they wondered why they didnt leave London more often. They went for a walk on a Sunday morning and paused outside a church. They were taking in the beauty of their surroundings when they said hello to a young couple with a pram passing. The young man they just said hello to then responded with 'fuck off you weird looking twats'. This is why I am loathe to leave London, unless its for another major city, and even then it give me the willies.
I dont necessarily believe in the old adage 'if you have nothing nice to say, dont say anything at all,' because if I adhered to that then I'd be a total mute.In the sweet words of Simon Amstell, "I'd rather say something stupid and annoying then say nothing at all". I like it when people make clearly silly sweeping generaliations, Like when Moira said 'I know Im making a sweeping generalisation, but why is he wearing one of those leather jackets, you know the kind people with no personalities wear'. Incase you wonder, think about it, YOU know the kind
I pretty much dedicated a year of my life studying the spaces of the Victorian London Freakshow for my masters dissertation, so presumptiously like to think i know a thing or two about it. I blatantly came across the bare amount of pictures of your mothers in the process!I also did dissertations on Jack the Ripper and the Kray twins and research on the histories of East London so know lots of gay facts with which to bore people with.FYI Kray Twins, not East End heroes but freaks.
I, in the words of Carl Jung, oscillate between narcisism and self hatred, I guess like everyone else in the world facing all the existential baggage that comes with growing up. I love Carl Jung, much better then that dickanus Freud, if your interested on why please email me I'd love to discuss it. And William Blake 'the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom'. Way ahead of his time. and ours. Im genuinely annoyed they had the audacity to die before I was born so I cant even meet them.Although if you like Jung and Blake read Paul Davies, his work contextualises the thoughs of Blake and Jung through a combination of cosmology and physics.Hello, still reading my page?!regretting ever clicking on me?!
I HATE cats, they are selfish, spiteful and crap,
I wish that all cats would suddenly become extinct but leave behind their pelts in order to make a lovely 'cruelty free' real fur coat for me.Oh how I'd swish around in my lovely cat fur coat, flaunting it in front of all the cat lovers pasty screwed up cat loving faces.That is, apart from my cat, my cat is allowed cos it looks a bit weird and more like a toy then a cat, look
. So my cat is allowed, it wont come home for over a month and the cat breeder said its name is Sharon(!) so we need a better name for it. ok we called her Ziba and have her mum Betty Davies too (breeder spelt Bette Davies wrong!) here they are! they both have some cheeky eyes! and shoes and plastic bag fetishes!
I LOVE sweeties, sours strings, cough candy and love hearts, gimme what you got.I dont really drink but LOVE absinthe, I rarely smoke but am partial to cloves. Both are just scrumdiddly!Sadly Ive had to wave bye bye to Sambucca as it made me noisy and vomitous.More than usual. My favourite band of all time are East 17,
but only the first two albums, the rest were shite, mustve been Brian Harvey popping too many pills.Yeh, I know they were an early 90s boyband but so what?!they had lyrics like
"We've got to stop the pain
Put the wars on hold
Let the flower of love
Inside the soul unfold
Free the mind
Let it rise above
We've gotta change this world
To a world of love
Mother earth she's on overload
One more war and she might explode
We've got to look back and
See and learn from the past
We've got time to change it
But it's running out fast"
That shits profound, dont remember take that having lyrics like that and dont even get me started on N Sync.I once stood outside Tony Mortimers house when I was young, as in 13 as opposed to last week.But whenever he came to the door we got scared and hid behind a bush.For SIX HOURS.
People that say things like 'hav it' when being smug deserve to have their tongues cut off to prevent them from saying anything so batty ever again (Only English people will get what i mean you lucky lucky yanks be grateful for having escaped from such a crap expression). I'd also like the terms 'willy nilly', 'pray tell' and 'stone the crows' to be reintroduced into the English Language.
Ok, im adding a new bit here (updated Nov 09). I miss myspace, it is better then facebook, it has colour and personality, unfortunately it liked to spam and that was its downfall. I dont expect anyone will see this updated bit, I have put it in a different colour. I dont want to delete the other stuff, I quite like it being a museum to my 23 year old self, so I am updating a little bit. Only friends can see this profile, and noones gonna look at this shit anyway!
Ok so I got married about a year ago(Oct 08), moved to North London where theres trees and stuff. I like some parts of East London but a lot of it is just a pile of turd. Have gone blonde via ginger but will be going back to drk at some point. Thankfull I have a magician of a hairdresser who is like an alchemist! I still get angry at things and am still gobby but not as thick skinned as expected. Still quiet with bouts of extreme not shutting up. Still like sweets, love Vimto and golden wonder crisps, and tangy toms, and worcester sauce french fries! And spicey food! Me and James did Lindy Hop and got quite good at it, will have to take it up again soon to disguise the fact we are probably too old to go to clubs anymore and this will make us the cool old people. or something.
Ive gotten over my fear of flying and spunk most of my money on travel.
I have 2 flatfaced cats that look like teddies/ewoks/mogwais and like being cuddled. Look at their pudding faces! so not like normal cats and definately dont look like cats. I still hate other cats they make me feel sick with their point faces and big ears and nasty tails! I still dont really know what I want to do when I grow up but at moment am pretty content :) . Heres some pictures of peple and creatures I love.. ..
