Messtivals

I miss messy festivals and fields and mud and cows and boys in bands and tents and picnics so freakin' much.

So, tonight is the night

That I shall be spending in Rescue Rooms attending Dollop, an event that is basically all about one of my favourite people, Mr. James Fucking Blake.
He shall be mine.


I will be there, consumed by a passion of lovers as yet unloved. And I shall be surrounded and absorbed by a wide and forever varied selection of friends, my sweet dear darling ones, as it is Miss Cirquedusoleil's birthday night, and all is very, very exciting.

So here we go, for the DJ set he shall be my muse, for the after-party of acoustic renditions of Feist and Joni Mitchell songs, he shall be my man.

J'espere ca, beaucoup...

Toothpaste Kisses

Dedicated especially for my leggy lady (and of course, to Little Miss Birthday Brat - Penny Lainne).

All my love, forever ever more. 

I miss, part one

I miss sunshiney Pimms picnics on the castle tourist pit of a lawn, up by the sket hole that is BZR in Nottingham city centre.
I miss sharing a smile Nana Dawg as we smirked smugly at poor Wally, long before he lost himself in angular pretention. I remember the olives, the feta, the grease caught sneakily beneath the finger nails and the grimey sight of mediterranean herbs caught between your perfect teeth.
I miss the days of the haze. The warm pints of cider, sipped from crooked lips smeared with last night's lipstick and alcohol. I miss the days of the haze. The harsh discussions of literature, musicality, lyricism and film. European cinema was your forte baby, but I was, at the time, too vain to care, preferring instead the gossip surrounding my beloved Brooklyn boys, the bands and the bastards, the kisses and broken promises. I prefered the frosting to the sponge of your perfect non-birthday cake. You smothered your cheek bones with the moist sponge, whipped up for you in my frenzy of ever-ageing love and respect.

You're so worth my while. And baby girl, you always fucking will be.

Nevereverneverevernevereverevensee

donoteverneverevereverneverletthembreakyoudownbabygirl.
donoteverevernevereverletthemseeyougiveintothepain,tothetears,thepain,thepoweroftheirwrath.
donoteverforgetthatiloveyoumorethantheworldandtheworldover,surfaceandtheinternaldepthsoftheearth'ssoulandpower.
iwillforeverbeyours.nevereverneverneverforgetthatbabygirl.
nevernevereverneverforgetthatyou'rethebestthingthat'shappenedtomostpeople'sliveswhenyoudelveintotheirhearts.youbreakpeopledownfromthemostcomplexofbeingsintoalistofthingsthatmatterandalistofthingsthatdomatter.
youaamazeme.youshallneverceasetodoso.
youshallneverceasetoexist.toconsumemymoralsandmysoulandmyheartandmysmileisyourroleinmylife.youaremysalvation.youaremyrealisation.
adoreyoualwaysandalways.neverevernevernevereverforgetthatbabygirl.yours.always.

Words&Pictures

So, my best friend reduced me to tears just now. I forgot how true and straight his words are, his voice hits home so hard with me. It aches.
Read this wisdom, learn the lessons that hurt, feel the pain that he's shared with me, know what love's worth.

I don’t want to wait in vain

I called you twice yesterday,

You answered the phone, but you didn’t have a lot to say

(Just yes and no)

I think it’s time I went away,

Think I should go.

Unless you’d rather that I stay,

Just let me know.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

There are worse things than being alone,

Yet I sit here beside you, though your emotions are unknown,

I say ‘I love you’ but your feelings haven’t grown,

Like all allusions to commitment you’ve postponed.

I DON’T WANT TO WAIT IN VAIN FOR YOUR LOVE

I don’t want to wait in vain for your love,

But there’s a part of my heart that will never give up.

A chemical reaction that happens in my brain,

That screams out love, every time you say my name.

But at last I realise I now must fight it,

Or stagnate, whilst I wait, for a love that’s unrequited.

You’ve got to keep the hook moving if you want the fish to bite it.

I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA, I DON’T WANNA WAIT IN VAIN.

I hang around for an answer, as I say goodbye at your door,

A sign or a chance that just maybe you want more,

In the end it’s not an answer that I am waiting for,

There is a silence I can no longer ignore.

Read more here, kiddies.

Baby girl, i love you

Best response ever from my baby Nana Dawg, right?

"Dirty dog, violet lady, rainbow warrior, harlot of my heart it’s mutual x"

Girlgothersteezon

My favourite brat and adopted lil sis got some nu specs. Like 'em?
Answers on the back of a post card please kiddies...

doyouthinki'mfly?

My swag, my love.

I'm yours. You're mine.

The sky, so light.

Bestmatez

Nana Dawg sent me this earlier "because she thought of me". Sound track to my life or what?
Yeah baby girl, you know me insideandout. Uhhn.

Aww, baby girl

Just invited an old and beloved friend up to stay with me whenever, think she's much in need of some escapism from foggy London...

And I attempted to entice her by saying that I'm a good host. She whole heartedly agreed, reminding me that I'm a bloody good host, I hand out drunken mini milks and everything.

Come stay with me ladies, fellas!

Always and eternal

Baby doll, darling, my one and only only one. Nana Dawg. Sexiest Old Maid on the shelf. Granny teapot. Mrs Earl Grey Tea Bag Tan.

I love you more every conversation we share. You can have every secret I possess. I'd give up the world if it'd make you happy.

Always. Forever.

And Bitch Please, be mine?

Flashbakk

Always forget how much these tracks move me. My, my.

Bad Love

Me likey.

Oh, how I love thee

Baby Darlin', Doll face, Honey. I fucking miss you more than life itself these days.
The (once again) Loyal Minder misses her haggy Old Maid terribly. Be mine?

Waaaah

The (not-so) Loyal Minder is missing her dearly beloved Old Maid.
The Loyal Minder wishes that her one and only would come to Birmingham to light up her life and reek havoc about Digbeth and Snobs with her. It'd be a hilarious travesty, once again.


Big love.