Dancing with Salty tears in my eyes....

I have a head cold which may explain my lack of entries lately. I haven't also done myself many favours as I've been larging it like some sort of party beast. Well- if you can count two late nights of drinking as 'larging' it... but it is by my standards these days. We began our debauchery on Friday night, where we travelled up to my old haunt Hoxton for a couple of pints with my younger brother. I yet again apparantely bought him the worst present in the world (hello? a Mitchell and Webb DVD? How can that EVER be a bad gift?) and resigned myself to years of uninspired voucher purchases. He has to be the fussiest man on earth. Anyway, was lovely to see the big giant sibling, and also be in the Electricity Showrooms once more, where I used to go when I lived around the corner. It's changed in a really weird way though, as it's been 'olded' up and made to look like a traditional boozer, when the last time I went in it was a brightly lit, modern cocktail bar. God Hoxton is an interesting place but so bloody pretentious. We then headed for Soho where we had a gorgeous Indian meal with one of my oldest pals Glenn. It was great to see him as ever as well as Sam, Su etc, although the evening was somewhat tainted by the fact that the man sat opposite me was a very outspoken sexual health nurse who thought it hilarious to tell me all the sordid details of where his hands had been that day. Incidentally I didn't finish my spicy lamb kebab. Andy and I caught the last train back to Brighton and giggled and/or sleepily drooled our way back home. As fun as the night had been, I spent the next day feeling as though I'd been attacked by a hungry DADDY walrus.
We then attended a friend's party the following night and that's when I realised I can no longer survive two nights out on the razzle without it all going hideously pear shaped. Within about an hour of the party I was twatted and was dancing about to the Happy Mondays whilst bawling my eyes out, feeling quite frankly utterly suicidal, despite nothing actually being wrong in my life. The combination of little sleep and vodka (plus this goddam head cold thing) turned me into a crazy needy shoe-gazing bitch and I soon got a cab, where I snivelled my self-pitying way back home. Pathetic. And to think there were people at the party with much worse on their plates- one amazing woman I met called Betty was even breathing through a hole in her neck after she had been in an accident on holiday where the balcony she was sitting on just collapsed. Jesus. No- I had no grounds to be in such a state but booze can do it to you sometimes. Plus, motherhood and partying don't mix. This is a fact that no one warns you of: going out drinking as a parent is likely to involve an embarrassing episode.
Oh- but the good thing that happened at The Party Where I Made a Twat Out of Myself (Although No One Will Actually Remember) was that we saw the lovely Lenni again, who has given me some items to help me get pure again. She is now the Salt Lady, and runs her own Himilayan salt business. Check out www.thesaltseller.co.uk.
We are now in Devon for half term doing lots of fun things with Sadie like making flapjacks and watering the garden. Time has slowed down and it's great to be here. I've been doing lots of cooking, walking and writing and finally last Saturday's nightmare is all a distant fuzz.

Soundtrack: Sadie versus the Spice Girls- Say You'll Be There (this version is much more entertaining)

Click on 'Publish Post' versus photocopy, staple, put in envelope, lick stamp, write address, put in post box......

I am really liking this facebook thing. I've decided that as long as I look at it AFTER my daily writing ritual it's OK. I'm back in touch with so many lovely people- it reminds me of when I used to write a fanzine and we would all link up with each other- albeit via scribbled notes, doodles and presents sent through the post. The internet isn't so much fun, but it's quicker and less messy. I still have musty smelling boxes full of other people's fanzines and my Beaumont Fee 'fanmail' (my longest letters came from readers in Japan who thought that because I typed waffle about bands, photocopied it and then stapled it all together, I must actually be friends with Brett, Damon, Justine, Wener and all the other floppy haired people I then wrote about). I will never let these piles of yellowing rambles go as it was such an exciting time of my life. Ah memories... and god aren't I ancient reminiscing about the 'good old days of pen pals'. I can gladly say that I still write letters that need a stamp to get somewhere and I will always be a bit old school in the communications department, but I am liking the new cyber methods of interaction.

Soundtrack: Elastica- Nothing Stays the Same

P.S. Forgot to say oh my god Camden Town- I can't believe the fires (hello? delayed reaction). It was right behind our house there too, where Sadie was born. Anyway- roll on our old local the Hawley Arms, and all the people we know in that area- I hope things get back to normal swiftly.

It's Oh So Quiet....

.... Or at least it will be if my room mate Eleanore Robinson doesn't snore...I've just booked my first holiday away just for ME and I'm off to Iceland in a fortnight with three friends to celebrate Eleanore and Su's 31st birthdays!! How exciting.. And rather ironic to be travelling somewhere so freezing now that Spring seems to be here.. I'm also planning on writing an article about my trip...along the lines of 'Ok so now I've got the parenting thing done, it's time to do some things for me. I'm off to Iceland...' type thing. Can't wait. But apparentely it's advisable to bring your own things to consume or you end up with an empty bank account within an hour. It's very expensive but we plan to try and do Iceland on a budget. See- that's why mums go to Iceland! (Sorry- couldn't resist...)
Oh my god- I seem to have had a week or so of losing it witticism wise. Or was I always this unfunny? (Comments please)

Soundtrack: Sugarcubes-Hit

Starshaped

It seems that if you want to meet any of the few "celebrities" that are dotted about Brighton and Hove, you just need to be an active parent, and frequent child-orientated places. Some friends and I once sat next to Nick Cave at a children's indoor play centre (although didn't dare speak to him- the fact that he was in such a place was surreal enough without speaking to him and finding out that he might just be very ordinary indeed),Sadie's best mate is in the same class as the Fast Show's Mark Williams so we always see him drunk at kids' parties, and then today I met one of my teenage heroines at Spring Barn Farm while our kids were feeding carrot sticks to a hamster. The lady in question was Louise Wener from Sleeper, who is now a fairly well known author and Guardian journalist. I know many people thought she was not much to shout about (yes Patrick I know you will not be impressed), but I really loved Sleeper, I sang along to their filthy female lyrics at home whilst plucking at my bass guitar(I was 15 by the way) and liked what this woman had to say rather a lot- as did most of my friends. So as you can imagine, chatting away to her today whilst she cradled her 4 month old son Frankie (yes- we talked mainly about the kids) in her arms and told me she'd just moved to Brighton was very surreal. I hope I shall see her again- she was very nice and we had a lot in common. In fact, if she weren't Louise Wener I would have asked to swap numbers but that would be too weird. Can you really build up a friendship with someone when you once subscribed to their fanclub?


Soundtrack: Sleeper-Delicious

Becoming a Bore

Oh shit I have finally given in and joined Facebook. So now , before I settle down to a day's creative writing (pah), not only will I have to check my yahoo emails, write my blog and read my friends' blogs but I now have that irresistable urge to check this ego-massaging (or crushing) cyber world too.
I still haven't decided what to give up for Lent. I was thinking of part giving up the booze, but then talked myself out of that one very swiftly. It's amazing how many excuses you can give yourself when you really don't want to do something. It's like I will liturally be at the catheter stage of my life before I think that stopping drinking is a brilliant idea. Am supposed to be running right now so maybe if I got off my facebook-addicted arse and did that I might get some inspiration.
I might go vegetarian actually. Although that too, like giving up nookie, is an easy option. Like my semi-vegetarianism, I slip into habits of celebacy without even noticing something's missing. Having kids does this to you. It's very sad indeed.
Nat is coming over for dinner tonight which will be splendid. She's a veggie so that's a good start. She also loves her wine like me so it promises to be a great evening. I'm going to also make a crumble, so what with facebook, jogging and baking, there is little time, again, to write. Bugger. I might have to become one of those very disciplined writers who gets up at dawn and writes before the day begins. Life can be very distracting. Dorothea wotsit who wrote 'Becoming a Writer' swears by the early morning scribble ritual. Apparantely your brain is at it's most creative at this time, as you've just exited the subconscious world of sleep and dreams. I'll try this out and let you know if it works.

Lent

It is beginning of Lent today and I still haven't decided what to abstain from. Sex maybe? That would, sadly, be too easy these days. Booze? No f@£*ing way. TV? Possibly. Writing this blog rather than doing some good in the world? Hmmmm....
My lovely friend Rachael has taken the eco advice from the Church of England, and, rather than give up carbon, she's chosen to give up plastic (plus, like me, there is no way she will give up the drink for 40 days so she had to think of something to get her boyf off her back). She will starting a blog about her anti-packaging regime shortly so I will let you know the address. Good luck to you me dear.
I grew up Catholic so Lent was a very important time in my family. I remember having to give up telly once as a kid and it not really bothering me. I remember giving up sweeties too, which again, wasn't too hard. We were only allowed these things in moderation anyhow so the transition from measly doses to nowt wasn't too painful.
I know what I should give up is watching 'Mistresses' on a Tuesday evening as it's naff, but I probably couldn't manage it. A woman needs her fix of trash. And oh my god- can you believe Paul is back from the dead??
No- looks like I'll have to think of something more realistic....

Later: Still don't know what I'm going to try and live without, but Rachael's lent blog is here! have a look: http://rachaelunwrapped.wordpress.com/
It's ace...

Well I never....

Things are going fairly well for me on the job front at the moment I must say. There was I, now having a child at school full time and in need of something to do apart from the housework, the shopping, oh and trying to sell article ideas, and I've already bagged myself two jobs in a month! The proofreading people want me back, plus I got the PA job yesterday, having gone along thinking it would be good to know what kind of jobs I could get, and have a bit of practise at formal interviews again and they picked me! And over four others too! Me who hasn't officially worked as a PA since 2002! But I must say, despite my lack of practise I was pretty hot in that interview. So I am re-entering the world of office work, albeit part time, as of next month. Not sure how I feel about it yet, but my boss said the word 'matron' in a Kenneth Williams voice so I think I might rather get on with him. I love a bit of camp in the workplace. And as long as it doesn't take over My Creative Life After Childrearing it can't harm.

Soundtrack: Nancy Sinatra- How does that grab you darlin?