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GigInAFlat goes BLOG!!!!! http://giginaflat.blogspot.com/............................................................ ............................................................ ...................My Heart, My Heart...As always, as she curled up in bed, just before drifting off to sleep, she would feel her heart pulled out of her chest by invisible strings, through her sternum, through her translucent skin, out onto a steel table in a brightly lit pathology lab.There it would lie, happily beating on the table and spurting out hot blood into a glutinous pool, with the angel white light reflected perfectly in the middle. Beating under the flickering light bulb, deep red and pulpy but otherwise healthy. She wasn't dead whist in her bed, her heart was a little tired and needed a holiday. And secretly she was convinced something was wrong with it. It didn't feel right. It felt too much, or nothing at all.The men in white coats with their white beards and their red pens and black round-rimmed spectacles would surround the heart, making notes, talking in whispers, cutting the heart in half with their sharp scalpels, probing, questioning, analyzing. But they never find any problems. So they sew it back together and there it lies helpless in the white room on the stainless steel table. When they finish, the myocardium is replaced back into her chest cavity in patchwork state.Every night her heart is taken out this way, dissected, sliced and interrogated, but the answers won't be found surgically. She thinks the doctors need to stop doing this because night after night her heart feels worse. All the questions. The need for answers, a prescription for the future. Tearing her heart apart doesn't help, even with the use of sterile knives, clever men and anaesthetic.One day she will go to sleep, and she will keep her heart safe inside her rib-cage while she walks along the canal side in the sun, with nothing to worry about except whether she'll have enough cash for a Turkish coffee on Chapel Market. One day she'll wake up and have a cold shower, knowing her heart can take the strain because it doesn't have a patchwork hangover. One day might even be tomorrow morning. She never knows but only she can decide.(c) Sian Claire Owen

My Interests

A Day In the Life of Ivan Denisovich

Music:

Owt really...

Television:

I genuinely miss The Price Is Right Don't you?

Heroes:

IVOR CUTLER IVOR CUTLER IVOR CUTLER (not Bernard Butler) IVOR CUTLER IVOR CUTLER IVOR CUTLER

My Blog

New GigInAFlat blog - go see!!!

GigInAFlat ponders how we can change the world through effective garment recycling, and remembers fondly the glorious days of Salad, Lush and Sleeper...Sian xxx...
Posted by Sian on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:16:00 PST

A marriage TWIXT GigInAFlat and Bad Marmalade...

"...What will the kids look like?????" Good evening folks, just a quick announcement - Bad Marmalde and GigInAFlat are joining forces to create a webzine that will tickle your feet, massage your shoul...
Posted by Sian on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 10:13:00 PST

People who shouldnt release albums. Ever.

Check out GigInAFlat UK for my vitriolic rantings on the people who released albums, but who really should know better.Just because it felt good, doesn't make it right...Crimes against music were comm...
Posted by Sian on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 10:36:00 PST

GigInAFlat goes BLOG

Well well well, things have been hectic indeed. I've left the smoggy asbestos-clogged air of London for the green fields of Oswaldtwistle, I've left my comfy nice job in the City to be a dole-dossing ...
Posted by Sian on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 06:22:00 PST

Dealing with your creditors...

...Is very much like confronting the school bully, or when you're about to take an exam that you just *know* you're going to fail. Miserably. I've just had to call all umpteen of mine, they've been wi...
Posted by Sian on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:08:00 PST

Vienna SUCKS

Boo hiss. This is my seventh day in Vienna, and all I can say is that I'll be kissing the tarmac floor of Heathrow as soon as I touch down later this afternoon. What a dour, chintzy, nightmarish ...
Posted by Sian on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 01:59:00 PST

Capitalism

A man sits on the water's edge in Canary Wharf, where he watches two ducks gang-rape another duck before flying off. "That's Capitalism for you" he thought.
Posted by Sian on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 07:05:00 PST

Postcards from Germany: Part 2

Dear Sian,This evening we're going on a ghost walk in the forest. It is dark and rainy, and the walk is organised by.... The Locals. Last year they put a pigs head in a pram. I'm not too sure whether ...
Posted by Sian on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:58:00 PST

Postcards from Germany...

I've just got this from my family on holiday in the Black Forest, Germany. I felt the need to share it cause it made me laugh so much...Dear Sian,We miss you like a fat kid misses cake on a diet. Weat...
Posted by Sian on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 04:10:00 PST

Towers of London review on W&H

We went to see the Towers of London play Electric Ballrooms, Camden.*Sighs and shakes head*DONNY TOURETTE - SEPARATING MAN FROM MYTH...NOTE TO READERS: W&H caught the TOWERS OF LONDON on the last leg ...
Posted by Sian on Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:31:00 PST