At present I'm really struggling to figure out where I'm supposed to be going in life, or what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm slowly realising that maybe I'm not cut out to work in Care, or maybe it's just Learning Difficulties. This thought this making me doubt everything though? Does that mean I won't like Mental Health? Why can't life just be simple?
On top of all that, I'm in a job, dawdling along, making absolutely no money, paying back money I spent years ago, living with my parents. WHEN EVERYONE ELSE is moving up, growing up, moving on.
After three of the best years of my life I am right back where I was in the first place.
Don't get me wrong, I (sometimes) love being back at home, but it literally breaks my heart to see all my friends becoming succesfull, moving out, getting cars, getting MORTGAGES! And I'm wiping bums, still can't drive, and will never be able to move out when I earn only £6.50 an hour.
PLEASE TELL ME WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE.
ANSWERS ON POSTCARDS PLEASE.
Tuesday 13 October 2009
Wednesday 7 October 2009
Crying over spilt plastic
Oh my lord. So basically, I have had the craziest weekend ever! Friday I am in work 2-10pm, the day starts off as normal. I cringe at my disgusting coloured hair, my dad makes me listen to 'James Morrison' on the way to taking me to work. Same old same old.
After a full week Daniel-less due to having no car (he'd put his beloved Stevie in for a general service), I was tres excited for him to get his car back and pick me up later that night from work. However, mid- medication time at work I get a phone call from him telling me that he had rang the garage and they told him that his car wouldn't be ready and would cost him over £300 to fix all the problems they found! The poor boys car is only worth about £500. So it was looking like Stevie is/was going to be scrapped. Well this little gem of information put a massive ki-bosh on the weekends plan of Liverpool/Joe/Rachael/Vintage Fair-ing/Gobowen-ing/House Warming/Aimee/Simon-ing.
ARRRRGGGHHH.
I put the phone down praying that it wouldn't cost that much for him to get insured either on his mum's car or my mum's car.
STRESS.
However, my traumatic evening wasn't over. At roughly 7pm I got a phone call from my Mum telling me that there had been a massive explosion at the factory literally just down the road from my house. As my mum was telling me all I could hear in the background were sirens and I was terrified. She said when it had initially exploded she thought the windows were going to shatter because it was soooo loud. We were later to find out that some people had called 999 thinking that a plane had crashed because the bang was soooo loud.
Anyway, all was fine, my mum said that neither my brother or my dad had been near the explosion (the factory is near Birch Lodge where my dad is forever swimming and my brother is always fishing). So my mind was put to rest. Mother Wyatt also reassured me that the rabbits hadn't had tiny rabbit heartattacks on hearing the noise.
As is predictable, the first thing I did was to put a Facebook status out saying what had happened. I started getting all these replies back about how people were getting evacuated. OH LORD. This wasn't the case for us (at this point). The whole time though I just wanted to rush home and be there, make sure everyone was ok. I am one of those people who just hates second hand information.
Finished work at 10pm, Daniel had managed to get insured on his mum's car (one trauma over). THE BLOODY ROAD WAS SHUT. I had to convince the policeman to let me through, which involved some pretty embarrasing running. We parked the car up, in preperation to walk the final distance to my house, to get a phone call from my mum telling me that the police were there and that we were getting evacuated and that I wasn't allowed to take my rabbits. My Mum told me that the police lady insisted that the evacuation was merely a precaution and that they would be fine, however, her and my Dad were taking the dogs. OH YEAH. LEAVE THEM THEN MOTHER IF EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. FUCK THE RABBITS, WE'LL HAVE A STEW TOMORROW IF ANYTHING HAPPENS.
Well, that was it, the flood gates opened. TEARS. TEARS. TEARS. I was absolutely terrified. Despite me being highly hormonal, it just made me realise that I am the most materialistic person EVER. All I could think about was all my stuff and how much I just wanted to get my rabbits and make sure they were ok. Daniel (poor lamb) was trying his best to try and calm me down, but in my anger all I kept saying was "Well, I'm going to sue the fire brigade, the factory and my mum if anything happens to Marley and Corrigan." HA! Why would I sue my Mum???? Ha!
Anyway, my Mum managed to grab Ted and some clean knickers for me. So life calmed down pretty much as soon as that happened. Daniel also treated me to Cheesey chips and garlic bread on the way back to his house, and life always seem better when that happens.
We found out the next day that over 100 firemen helped to put the fire out. CRAZY. This all happened in Birch Vale, where even the Post Office shut down because no-one lives there and is the most boring place in the world.
After a full week Daniel-less due to having no car (he'd put his beloved Stevie in for a general service), I was tres excited for him to get his car back and pick me up later that night from work. However, mid- medication time at work I get a phone call from him telling me that he had rang the garage and they told him that his car wouldn't be ready and would cost him over £300 to fix all the problems they found! The poor boys car is only worth about £500. So it was looking like Stevie is/was going to be scrapped. Well this little gem of information put a massive ki-bosh on the weekends plan of Liverpool/Joe/Rachael/Vintage Fair-ing/Gobowen-ing/House Warming/Aimee/Simon-ing.
ARRRRGGGHHH.
I put the phone down praying that it wouldn't cost that much for him to get insured either on his mum's car or my mum's car.
STRESS.
However, my traumatic evening wasn't over. At roughly 7pm I got a phone call from my Mum telling me that there had been a massive explosion at the factory literally just down the road from my house. As my mum was telling me all I could hear in the background were sirens and I was terrified. She said when it had initially exploded she thought the windows were going to shatter because it was soooo loud. We were later to find out that some people had called 999 thinking that a plane had crashed because the bang was soooo loud.
Anyway, all was fine, my mum said that neither my brother or my dad had been near the explosion (the factory is near Birch Lodge where my dad is forever swimming and my brother is always fishing). So my mind was put to rest. Mother Wyatt also reassured me that the rabbits hadn't had tiny rabbit heartattacks on hearing the noise.
As is predictable, the first thing I did was to put a Facebook status out saying what had happened. I started getting all these replies back about how people were getting evacuated. OH LORD. This wasn't the case for us (at this point). The whole time though I just wanted to rush home and be there, make sure everyone was ok. I am one of those people who just hates second hand information.
Finished work at 10pm, Daniel had managed to get insured on his mum's car (one trauma over). THE BLOODY ROAD WAS SHUT. I had to convince the policeman to let me through, which involved some pretty embarrasing running. We parked the car up, in preperation to walk the final distance to my house, to get a phone call from my mum telling me that the police were there and that we were getting evacuated and that I wasn't allowed to take my rabbits. My Mum told me that the police lady insisted that the evacuation was merely a precaution and that they would be fine, however, her and my Dad were taking the dogs. OH YEAH. LEAVE THEM THEN MOTHER IF EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE. FUCK THE RABBITS, WE'LL HAVE A STEW TOMORROW IF ANYTHING HAPPENS.
Well, that was it, the flood gates opened. TEARS. TEARS. TEARS. I was absolutely terrified. Despite me being highly hormonal, it just made me realise that I am the most materialistic person EVER. All I could think about was all my stuff and how much I just wanted to get my rabbits and make sure they were ok. Daniel (poor lamb) was trying his best to try and calm me down, but in my anger all I kept saying was "Well, I'm going to sue the fire brigade, the factory and my mum if anything happens to Marley and Corrigan." HA! Why would I sue my Mum???? Ha!
Anyway, my Mum managed to grab Ted and some clean knickers for me. So life calmed down pretty much as soon as that happened. Daniel also treated me to Cheesey chips and garlic bread on the way back to his house, and life always seem better when that happens.
We found out the next day that over 100 firemen helped to put the fire out. CRAZY. This all happened in Birch Vale, where even the Post Office shut down because no-one lives there and is the most boring place in the world.
Monday 5 October 2009
Things you didn't know about...touring
I have been clearing out my old magazines, and I found this in a 2003 Kerrang and thought it was interesting.
1. During the latter days of The Stone Roses, the tension between John Squire and Ian Brown was symbolised by their seperate tourbuses. On Squire's bus, concaine was the drug of choice; on Brown's it was cannabis. More successfully, Outkast also have a weed bus for Big Boi and a weed-free bus for Andree 2000.
2. Freddie Mercury once wound down backstage after a gig; chucking an iron at a full-length mirror, because of a minor technical cock-up wit the show. "Some people can take second best, but I can't," he explained.
3. Bob Dylan's 'Never Ending Tour' which started in 1988, had taken 1562 shows by October 2003. The busiest year was 1999 (119 gigs), the slackest was 1993 (80 gigs). In 2000 he played 'Tangled Up In Blue' at 111 of 112 dates.
4. The manager of the Arosa Hotel, Manchester, before the Sex Pistols arrived, 9 December 1976: "I have booked them in for one night. They seem like decent people and I will expect decent behaviour from them". The next day, having thrown th band out the previous evening: "They were filthy and their language was filthy".
5. The Ramones were named after Paul Ramone, the name Paul McCartney used when checking into hotel on tour. Other guest book pseudonyms:
Hugh G Rection (Poisons CC Deville)
Phil S Stein (Robbie Williams)
Sir Humphrey Handbag (Elton John)
Peter Gunn (Eminem)
Chris Quest (Micheal Jackson)
Alotta Warmheart (Britney Spears)
Tina Modotti (Madonna)
Sid James (Rod Stewart)
6. The avoid having the audience ask for the old songs tehy didn't want to play ageless art- punk conceptualists Wire were supported on their 1987 US Tour by 'Ex Lion Tamers' a tribute band who would play the whole Wire's classic debut albulm 'Pink Flag' in sequence.
7. Before a gig in Rochester, New York in 1987, Vince Neil of Motley Crue was making a sandwich when he discovered that he'd been supplied with the wrong brand of mustard. Neil slammed the offending jar against the wall, severing tendons, nerves and an artery in his arm in the process. He had to have an eight hour operation and a month in a cast.
8. During their 1997-98 Brides to Babylon Tour, The Rolling Stones used $60,000 worth of confetti.
9. On a Fall tour of the US in the early 90's, an increasingly grouchy Mark E Smith divided the tourbus up with gaffer tape to create a clear and unbreachable boundary between the band and the crew. The crew responded by going home.
10. Drugs reportedley consumed by Primal Scream backstage at their homecoming Glasgow Barrowland gig in 1991: methadone, ecstacy, speed, magic mushrooms, cocaine and hash.
11. Some roadie speak:
BFH-Big fucking hammer
Flusher- A toilet connected to running water
Stage Turd- Clumps of used gaffer tape stuck to the bottom of shoes
Bus Factor- The degree to which bad movies improve due to extended bus rides
Germ- A fan.
12. While most musicians use their hands and boots to trash hotel rooms, Joe Walsh of coke addled Californian soft rock superstars 'The Eagles' preferred to use a chainsaw, doing a staggering £67,000 worth of damage to a single hotel room in the mid 70's.
13. Queens of The Stoneage 'Nick Oliveri' has been arrested twice on tour. The first was in July 1999 for getting into a punch up with Terrorvision because QOTSA were taking too long vacating the bands shared dressing room. The next time was in Jan 01 when he walked on to the stage in Rio de Janeiro naked and was seized by the police on a charge of corrupting minors.
14. Among the items on the rider of Christina Aguilera's 2000 US tour: soy cheese, Oreo cookies, chewable Vitamin C tablets, votive candles, Nesquik, 10 bottles of room temperature mineral water (not evian, a platter of gums and mints, dried cranberries and four packs of Carnation Instant Breakfast.
15. The Cure's Robert Smith suffered from a chronic fear of flying throughout the 1980s, but still insisted that the band travel in style. They went to the US on the QE2, and travelled to Venice on the Orient Express, racking up a £2000 bar bill every single evening.
1. During the latter days of The Stone Roses, the tension between John Squire and Ian Brown was symbolised by their seperate tourbuses. On Squire's bus, concaine was the drug of choice; on Brown's it was cannabis. More successfully, Outkast also have a weed bus for Big Boi and a weed-free bus for Andree 2000.
2. Freddie Mercury once wound down backstage after a gig; chucking an iron at a full-length mirror, because of a minor technical cock-up wit the show. "Some people can take second best, but I can't," he explained.
3. Bob Dylan's 'Never Ending Tour' which started in 1988, had taken 1562 shows by October 2003. The busiest year was 1999 (119 gigs), the slackest was 1993 (80 gigs). In 2000 he played 'Tangled Up In Blue' at 111 of 112 dates.
4. The manager of the Arosa Hotel, Manchester, before the Sex Pistols arrived, 9 December 1976: "I have booked them in for one night. They seem like decent people and I will expect decent behaviour from them". The next day, having thrown th band out the previous evening: "They were filthy and their language was filthy".
5. The Ramones were named after Paul Ramone, the name Paul McCartney used when checking into hotel on tour. Other guest book pseudonyms:
Hugh G Rection (Poisons CC Deville)
Phil S Stein (Robbie Williams)
Sir Humphrey Handbag (Elton John)
Peter Gunn (Eminem)
Chris Quest (Micheal Jackson)
Alotta Warmheart (Britney Spears)
Tina Modotti (Madonna)
Sid James (Rod Stewart)
6. The avoid having the audience ask for the old songs tehy didn't want to play ageless art- punk conceptualists Wire were supported on their 1987 US Tour by 'Ex Lion Tamers' a tribute band who would play the whole Wire's classic debut albulm 'Pink Flag' in sequence.
7. Before a gig in Rochester, New York in 1987, Vince Neil of Motley Crue was making a sandwich when he discovered that he'd been supplied with the wrong brand of mustard. Neil slammed the offending jar against the wall, severing tendons, nerves and an artery in his arm in the process. He had to have an eight hour operation and a month in a cast.
8. During their 1997-98 Brides to Babylon Tour, The Rolling Stones used $60,000 worth of confetti.
9. On a Fall tour of the US in the early 90's, an increasingly grouchy Mark E Smith divided the tourbus up with gaffer tape to create a clear and unbreachable boundary between the band and the crew. The crew responded by going home.
10. Drugs reportedley consumed by Primal Scream backstage at their homecoming Glasgow Barrowland gig in 1991: methadone, ecstacy, speed, magic mushrooms, cocaine and hash.
11. Some roadie speak:
BFH-Big fucking hammer
Flusher- A toilet connected to running water
Stage Turd- Clumps of used gaffer tape stuck to the bottom of shoes
Bus Factor- The degree to which bad movies improve due to extended bus rides
Germ- A fan.
12. While most musicians use their hands and boots to trash hotel rooms, Joe Walsh of coke addled Californian soft rock superstars 'The Eagles' preferred to use a chainsaw, doing a staggering £67,000 worth of damage to a single hotel room in the mid 70's.
13. Queens of The Stoneage 'Nick Oliveri' has been arrested twice on tour. The first was in July 1999 for getting into a punch up with Terrorvision because QOTSA were taking too long vacating the bands shared dressing room. The next time was in Jan 01 when he walked on to the stage in Rio de Janeiro naked and was seized by the police on a charge of corrupting minors.
14. Among the items on the rider of Christina Aguilera's 2000 US tour: soy cheese, Oreo cookies, chewable Vitamin C tablets, votive candles, Nesquik, 10 bottles of room temperature mineral water (not evian, a platter of gums and mints, dried cranberries and four packs of Carnation Instant Breakfast.
15. The Cure's Robert Smith suffered from a chronic fear of flying throughout the 1980s, but still insisted that the band travel in style. They went to the US on the QE2, and travelled to Venice on the Orient Express, racking up a £2000 bar bill every single evening.
Thursday 1 October 2009
The Devil Wears Topshop
Well if one good thing has come out of the recession is that Ebay is fab. I've bought some really good bargains from there recently, so proud in fact that I am going to share them with you. So just today this beautiful playsuit came through the post. In Topshop it RRP'd for £50, I got it for £5.99, I saw the same one on Nicola from Girls Aloud and thought it looked lovely on her.
(I have an obsession with playsuits, even though they are really impractical, especially when you go out drinking and wee more often than usual.) Second item I recieved last week is from the Kate Moss line at Topshop and I have never liked anything that she has done, but this is a lovely Paisley Smock that has gorgeous ballon sleeves. Love it. That should have been £60, but I got it for £15.00.
So, on a scale of one to ten, how good have those purchases beeen???? I'd say fifteen. Now just to get rid of this crappy lilac patchy horribleness that is my hair, and life will be good again. Want to see????
VILE. I've washed it about six more times since this picture (no, im not joking). But the blonde will look fab and white once it has gone, and it will go, in days and maybe weeks, rather than months. So lesson learned, next time just put a bit on with my shampoo.
(I have an obsession with playsuits, even though they are really impractical, especially when you go out drinking and wee more often than usual.) Second item I recieved last week is from the Kate Moss line at Topshop and I have never liked anything that she has done, but this is a lovely Paisley Smock that has gorgeous ballon sleeves. Love it. That should have been £60, but I got it for £15.00.
So, on a scale of one to ten, how good have those purchases beeen???? I'd say fifteen. Now just to get rid of this crappy lilac patchy horribleness that is my hair, and life will be good again. Want to see????VILE. I've washed it about six more times since this picture (no, im not joking). But the blonde will look fab and white once it has gone, and it will go, in days and maybe weeks, rather than months. So lesson learned, next time just put a bit on with my shampoo.
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