About Me

I'm Kate. I get excited when I get a crisp with lots of flavour on it. I don't like it when songs fade out. Words are the silver lining in my humble little opinion.I when I was about 6 I used to go to Whitby with my granny for the Sea Shanty weekends, and once we were sat in a pub listening to The Keelers and I was getting pretty into it. One of them said that the next song was one you could dance a jig to - he looked at me and said "Well, she's dancing already."

365

My New Year's resolution was to take a picture every day for the whole year. Here's the collection so far... 27th February 26th February 25th February 24th February 23rd February 22nd February 21st February 20th February 19th February 18th February 17th February 16th February 15th February 14th February 13th February 12th February 11th February 10th February 9th February 8th February 7th February 6th February 5th February 4th February 3rd February 2nd February 1st February 31st January 30th January 29th January 28th January 27th January 26th January 25th January 24th January 23rd January 22nd January 21st January 20th January 19th January 18th January 17th January 16th January 15th January 14th January 13th January 12th January 11th January 10th January 9th January 8th January 7th January 6th January 5th January 4th January 3rd January 2nd January 1st January My To-Do List: ~ go to New York (DONE - YEAH BABY) ~ go on the London Eye at night ~ watch a ballet (DONE) ~ learn sign language ~ go to Ghana ~ stand under the Eiffel Tower when it's all lit up ~ drive a Beetle ~ learn to use chopsticks (DONE) ~ go to Glastonbury Festival ~ go whale watching ~ road trip around America in a Mustang listening to Bon Jovi ~ speak Italian ~ have the perfect kiss ~ go to Leeds Fest ~ meet the Queen ~ do the final dance from Dirty Dancing ~ watch a Gay Pride parade ~ learn to juggle ~ be in two places at once ~ make a guard at Buckingham Palace laugh ~ swim with dolphins ~ learn all the states in the USA ~ hold a butterfly (DONE) ~ copy the coffee shop scene from When Harry Met Sally ~ fly in a helicopter ~ read "War And Peace" just to say I have ~ paint a portrait ~ play a didgeridoo (DONE) ~ see the Northern Lights ~ learn to knit (DONE) ~ sing at a kareoke bar ~ learn to salsa dance (DONE) ~ write a book

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

- my maker - jolly sorts - a guy who'll make me eggs on toast

Music:

Thank you India Thank you terror Thank you disillusionment Thank you frailty Thank you consequence Thank you silence _____________________

Movies:

our trip to NY, Oct 07 _____________________

Television:

So that you may not be The martyred slaves of Time You must get intoxicated, get intoxicated And never pause for rest! With wine, poetry or virtue As you choose. Baudelaire _____________________

Heroes:

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My Blog

A Sunday Morning Incident

"Fancy a rose for your sweetheart, liebchen?" It's her again, standing at the stall. The girl with the nifty grin. Lavender, apples, caged yellow birds Delights for unsuspecting kinder, She sells...
Posted by gosh, kate on Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:08:00 PST

Tempus Fugit

Take a breath, staring my dreams in the eyes.Things'll never be the same again, eh?Well, that's what they all say.Each generation stops,Suspended in that moment, that half-step into the blur between n...
Posted by gosh, kate on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 02:02:00 PST

--Untitled--

Breathe a sigh of relief.You've made it.You've got your job andYour studio appartment on theRiverside. A society of generic and catalogue-boughtLives.Your TV, your car, your kitchen with magnetic...
Posted by gosh, kate on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 02:05:00 PST

Inspiration...

Standing over my pagePen in hand.Now, inspired by life,Compelled by imperfection to pin that light, To sketch my mind's driftings. The voice calls outWaiting for that breath...
Posted by gosh, kate on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 02:32:00 PST

Who Is This?...

Who is this who loves me?Who is this that wants nothing more than to talk to me every day?Who is this who has planned out my life, who tries to point me to where I need to go? Who is this who cries as...
Posted by gosh, kate on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:49:00 PST

Thank You For Coming...

Thank you for comingHe says as we climb the path,Feet blistered and aching,Lungs heaving and faces wet with the tears we'd been crying.So much effort,A whole life. His voice is the airAnd the wor...
Posted by gosh, kate on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 08:19:00 PST

Hands...

Cold-tipped, brown-peppered, thinned and worn with lifeNeatly folded in a pleated lap.These hands which groan and swellTired of years of carrying their aching load. These hands that clutched that lovi...
Posted by gosh, kate on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:27:00 PST

Rapha...

GaspingAs I struggle upward,My feet sinking into the mire.You go on ahead.Why do You leave me? Fire burns my eyes,I lose grip of all around me.I can't do this alone! Take this fear from my heart,Touch...
Posted by gosh, kate on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 12:17:00 PST

Hoods Up...

Hoods upSearching for his place in the worldNext to the corner shop.ASBO kidClinging to his mam's sleeve,I don't want to go to school today.Learn to fight back you little shit.So he doesn't go.You do...
Posted by gosh, kate on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 11:30:00 PST