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blondie

I am here for Friends

About Me



24/11/57 ~ 27/08/07
88 days after my mother Roberta Beales was told she had cancer she died. She was only 49. 3 months from being 50. Her life was taken from her. I still cannot believe that my mother is not at the end of the phone. Not in her house, making cakes, moaning about things that mum's moan about. I miss her so much, I just hope that I can be half the mum she was, that way I know I will make her proud.
I will always love you mum xxx

Well, what can I say other than I am great, 'some' of you might not think so, but we don't listen to them, do we?. I am a wave of contradictions. I am fiercely independent, but love it if someone does something for me. I love spending time alone but love socialising. I love talking for hours on the phone, but am so shit at calling people.
I love a lot of stuff huh?
My friends are my world. And I have some of thee best....
I can talk shit for hours. I am a random shit talker....
So there was I, drinking 2 bottles of wine, as you do like on any given Friday night, dancing round my lounge to the most gayest campest music ever....the end
That's it, I aint telling you no more. None of your shiny business is it really. Jog on get your own story
Want some syrup with that waffle??
You wanna be me, I can tell by the way you follow me everywhere, by the way that you do your hair and so on and so fourth. Flattered as I am, it is quite boring!
I probably won't like you. I am fussy like that. In fact I do not like many people, especially those people that are far to serious. I like non serious folk, the ones that like to laugh and take the piss and be well non serious. It helps.
Float away with me

My Interests

Bombay Mix
Caitlyn
Coffee
Crisp & Salad Cream Sarnies
Being wasted
Black & White Photos Dancing Badly
Getting into a clean bed
Jagermeister
Pinot Grigio Blush
Random Stuff
Reading
Rum
Setting the world to rights
Sniffing Washing
Sleep talking
Staring into nothing
'Stuff'
Talking random shit with randoms
Vodka, obviously!
Walking in my own little dream world

and a few other things

I'd like to meet:



People who are real. People who have more to them than just words on a screen!

It is quite funny to watch from the sidelines, watching you all trying to be something you quite clearly aint.....

Silly silly people

Music:

Anything I can tap my feet too, anything with a great beat. Specially dirty electro, the dirtier the better, bit like my mind. Gotta love it.. Music with added cow bells also gets my vote, throw some clapping in there and I'm in my music heaven. Proper cheesy gay music gets me going too. I just lurve music.

My mum loved Il Divo and Helena Paparizou, so it was fitting that the following songs were played at her funeral.

IL DIVO ~ Mama

Helena Paparizou ~ Yparxei Logos

Movies:

Yeah I have seen tons, some good, some not so good. I like movies. I like popcorn. Not with butter on though. That is wrong.

Television:

I am a CSI whore.
I love it.

Later with Jools

I like reading. I don't read porn though, I just look at the pictures.

Brads Rants!

Heroes:

My Mum

CJAS

My sister and brother

My Friends

Vodka, it has seen me through some tough times....

Blondie's Stuff

Status: Busy with one eye open
Here for: The music and the select few friends who are in my give a fuck list
Location: Here, there and everywhere in between
Religion: Vodka. Maybe Rum
Star Sign: A perfectionist, you do the math
Drink: Yes! I am a wanna be alcoholic afterall
Children: I have one, more than enough. I learnt my lesson
Occupation: Procrastinator, writer, over-analyzer, listener, believer, drinker, fidget arse
.....actually I am a million things all rolled into one!
Income: £1.87p/h

My Blog

kitchen window

A time, a day, a notion. Look out there past the onlooking eyes, stand tall, let go, just be. people come and people go but only you will truly know what goes on in your world. Empty promises might h...
Posted by blondie on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:19:00 PST

words of nothing

There was a time I wondered why, the sky was blue and you had the left shoe. He was there, and I was here and people over there were queer. Wallpaper hanging, drops of paint were dripping, we all love...
Posted by blondie on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 09:14:00 PST

Poem for mum

    When my mother died, I though of a poem that I knew she liked, and decided I wanted to read it at her funeral. With my sister and brother by my side I read the following poem, the w...
Posted by blondie on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 08:12:00 PST

One Match

I wasn't going to share this poem with anyone other than the person I wrote it for, but the more I read it the more I realise with a shadow of doubt this is thee best piece of writing I have ever done...
Posted by blondie on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:55:00 PST

You made me fly

You wrapped yourself around me You gave me so much of yourself Your love made my wings unfold You made me fly!   I flew up to the highest pedestal Staying there in complete confidence...
Posted by blondie on Fri, 03 Aug 2007 04:40:00 PST

Life

You think I'm strongbut you are wrongthe tears that shine are real. Sleep walking, talking and never quite knowing what to sayhold me close, don't let me go.Let's live to fight another day....
Posted by blondie on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:40:00 PST

Imagine

Could you imagine a world? With singing bee's and clouds of love Rain drops of sugar And mercury rising from above?   Where everyone knows your name The old lady playing dominoes sat, always loo...
Posted by blondie on Tue, 29 May 2007 12:54:00 PST

Looking Glass

Sometimes when I sit and stare into space I imagine another me, another time, another place Where everything is just the way it should be The grass is green, the sun is warm, the laughter fills the ai...
Posted by blondie on Tue, 29 May 2007 12:43:00 PST

Shambolic

Sat night was a little bit eventful, but then anything to do with me normally is.... Let's see where shall we begin?? The night started up the Gilpin with Keels and Phil, see this is us   We t...
Posted by blondie on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 05:36:00 PST

Confused mess

Sometimes I stand there looking into nothing Trying to make sense of what I am doing Where I am going, or who I really am My head is a confused mess.   I take a step back from reality, to savour...
Posted by blondie on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 03:07:00 PST