Post break up rant

This week am having a good week.

I haven't eaten a biscuit since I moved (I know!)
Am living off soup and cereal, am gyming it most days.

Having space and time do do what I want.

But I cannot shake this feeling.

A feeling of being bored of being single.


particularly as he who shall remain nameless royally hacked me off.As a few months ago he decided I was for what ever reason (he never bothered to tell me) not worth dating anymore.

To add insult to injury he did that thing that allot of men do which is NOT TELL ME.  He did whatever all major douche bags do and just stop texting.

The swine.

So not only am I left with a feeling of disappointment, am left with the bitter knowledge that apparently I don't deserve an explanation for him going off me. Is it him? Is it me?

I'll never know.

I do hate that.

I cant help thinking its history repeating itself.

So newly properly single. And living in a small town with no exciting prospects to distract me from myself.

Its all very bizarre.

I am 27. If this saga continues I may find myself being 30 and never had a proper boyfriend. Isn't that a depressing thought.

When on dates you always get to the "So why are you single?" question. My answer is always the same. I say without a smile and without a hint of irony "Because no one I have ever dated has ever like me enough to make it official." Which is the truth.

My frustration at being single is only fuelled by the world around me rapidly pairing off.
friends start saying things like "we're staying in tonight" or "me and ________ are having a romantic dinner out" or "I'm going to my boyfriends"

Or worse one person recently said to me "guess what ________ is my boyfriend now." to which i replied "BUT YOU'VE ONLY JUST MET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Its not their fault and i don't blame them in the slightest. the older i get the more i find the majority of people have to be "booked" in advance. where has the spontaneity gone?

Just last weekend i was talking with this cute guy in a bar, about art and jobs and such ( he was obviously straight) and he paused mid sentence and said "Just so you know I'm straight yea?"
we were just chatting! Apparently gay guys are not allowed to talk to straight guys with out a pre conversational "Don't worry I'm just chatting not try to get you into bed" disclaimer. My actual reply was to smile and say. "Oh believe me if i was trying to chat you up YOU WOULD KNOW" subtlety has never been one of my stron points

With all this in mind I have decided in a few rules I intend to implement should any one else ask me for a date in the future, (its a long shot I admit but am doing it anyway.)

• People of the over 40 variety need not apply, its not ageism its just that the reality is you want to stay in and watch jools Holland on a Saturday night and I want to go out with my friends and get shitfaced. and I'd rather not have a smug non hungover person to wake up to insisting that we go outside for a walk or whatever bullshit they wish to do on a Sunday.

• AND THAT'S ANOTHER THING! -  FYI  Sundays are for laying in and slobbing around in your jim jams. If am to go out on a Sunday it will be to have lunch (NOT A  ROAST) or to the cinema, and I shall rise from my bed when i am ready and not before. without sum douchbag making the bed whilst I only got out of it to have a pee!

• THE THREE DAY RULE WILL NOT WORK.  the three day rule being we go on our first date and people play this weird game of waiting three days to text so as not to look desperate. Once one has invited the other out for date 2 the invitee waits three days before replying to text so as to not look desperate. People have played this game with me and 9 times out of 10 I get bored of waiting and delete/block them. I am far to fabulous to be waiting three days.

• I believe in the old age prophecy that if you have a bone to pick then just pick it. FYI  I am not psychic.

• If we are dating I expect at least for you to be dating me only.

• no I don't want to be your bit on the side, or your dirty little secret.  I don't care that your girlfriend doesn't understand you. That's your problem not mine.

• A text message or an email is NOT,  I REPEAT NOT a valid way to break up with someone. please do the honour of telling me to my face. I'm a big boy now I'm sure I'll get over it.

In honour of the man who shall remain nameless, here is a song by Kate Nash called fittingly "Dickhead." Pretty much sums up how I feel. If ur reading this douche bag thanks a bunch. Go die you oxygen thief!

Tata for now

M.   x

hula hooping and potential hibernation

Hello hello hello my lovelies.

Well allot has been happening lately and normal service was abandoned briefly.

In short the sum came out, which meant A.) I stopped going to the gym for a good week (- unheard of!) and B.) I was distracted by a guy. Whom incidentally i met in a pub. He was visiting from London. But ended up being my sunbathing/drinking partner for a bit. Its nice to have distractions from life.

There was cider and sunbathing generally. It was fun. He's gone back to London now. Back to business as usual. What else what else?

Oh yes I am now the proud owner of a power hoop, which is apparently like the latest fitness fad.

Now usually I am RUBBISH at hula hooping, but these hoops are bigger which makes them much easier to keep up. Also they have weights on the inside of the hoop, which will I presume mean that after months to come I may have a more toned abdomen. But for the immediate future just means I look like I have been attacked by a gang of kids with broomsticks.

There's nothing like symmetrical abdominal bruising is there, very sexy.

So have been hula-ing every day. With my mp3 player on. 6 tracks hula-ing to the left 6, tracks hula-ing to the right. No one told me to do this, but I assume that for instance hula-ing to the right will work my left side?

Am unsure

So equal hula-ing it is until someone tells me otherwise.

Discuss in comments.

What else?

Oh yes have also fallen down a vortex of sound.

Paloma Faith - Fall To Grace
Scissor Sisters - Magic Hour
The Gossip - A Joyful Noise

These albums arrived and have been absorbing them into my soul. As well as some Madonna albums American life, and Robyn's body talk part one. ( I have ordered body talk part 2 and 3 but god knows where they are.

This is called "Just be" and its one of the highlights of her album, remember Adele's "Someone like you" ? Well I think this is as good, although it will be nowhere near as well known. purely because, lets face it Adele hogs all the soulfull diva limelight doesn't she. Bless her



What else has been going on?

Oh yes the grip of jubilee fever is tightening around the country and there is officially no escape from it. Am just trying to ignore the whole thing as much as humanly possible. I know I'm outnumbered on this one but am just not a supporter of the royals.

When I talk about this or am encouraged by others to "Cheer up and join in" or advised by others to "Not be a party pooper" its weird. I find it weird that people want to change my mind about the jubilee, my favourite comment was from my mother who moaned "God martin you're always so unpatriotic!"

just to check I looked up the definition of patriotic in the dictionary to check what it meant.

pa·tri·ot·ic (ptr-tk) adj. Feeling, expressing, or inspired by love for one's country. patri·oti·cal·ly adv.

(I stole this from thefreedictionary.com)

Why is it people cannot see the difference between being patriotic and being a royalist? You can be one without the other actually people.

My dad tells me that the royals do an important job, that they attract allot of tourism (20 million a year- I checked.) Yes good point dad. But in order to do that what does the queen actually do?
I'd be very interested to see what the woman REALLY  does on an average day. Does she steadfastly answer all the correspondence sent to her by well wishers? - No she does not. She has a team of people do that for her. Is she licking the envelopes of all the 100th birthday cards? - No she is not?

For those people who are reading this thinking " Well we get a four day weekend" It makes no odds to me. I'm unemployed, EVERY DAY is a bank holiday weekend! lol

My main beef with the royal family comes from the queen. Yes she brings tourism to the country, which does us a country good. But I always think there is SO MUCH MORE she could be doing.

I just don't think its just that whilst the richest land owner on the planet has her jubilee weekend, there are in the same city homeless kids on the street with no shelter or food. that families are out of jobs and struggling to feed their children.

I cant help thinking if she sold the odd Priceless paining of which she has a shed load. (I saw that tour around the royal castles documentary.) Believe me she's not going to miss them. Maybe sell the odd bit of jewellery, ( Alright not the crowns as it her thing , but some of the other bits. Not seen as often but worth a mint. I mean is it really doing any good in a draw? cant she stick it in a gallery or in the V&A where people can pay to see this stuff.

I considered going in to jubilee weekend hibernation until at least Wednesday but that's allot of effort as well. Unless I'm going to sit here for 4 days not watching tele or listening to the radio or venturing out. No thanks.

Oh and whilst am ranting on I may as well get this off my chest. Whilst trying to flick through the channels to get away from jubilee stuff I was confronted with the tennis! - Yes gang Wimbledon is upon us.

Don't even get me started - yawn! lol

Now the Olympics. THAT I'm looking forward to.

See its not all whingeing is it.

So I figure I may as well just surf the wave of jubileeness and know it'll all be over in a few days


"where's my gin and tonic? - oh there is is!"
bottoms up!

m.

x

taking the biscuit

Ok, don't look now but I think we have now had what I call two "textbook sunny" days.
This makes me happy,

Bar-b-q-ing with my sister, burning stuff in her wood burner, doing a bit of gardening with her, whilst drinking Lambrini and listening to xfm. Yea I've had worse days if I'm honest.

Pre bar-b-q-ing there was two solid hours of looking for and applying for jobs.
Which lets face it isn't as straight forward as it used to be. Remember the good old days where you just photocopied your CV and dropped one in every shop in your high street. That got me a job nine times out of ten. Oh no not these days, do that now and they wont have it. You have to do it all on line. Which is far more time consuming. You have to google who you want to work for and go to the careers bit and look for vacancies, but alas no. None in this area and so hence you fill in the thing with your email address. Only for them to spend the day emailing me lots of jobs I'd love, but jobs nowhere near me.  The swines.

After my two hour of job hunting it was gym time.

Am loving the gym at the moment. Its got to the point now where my body has got very used to its regular workouts. If i go more than say four days without one i feel my body start to yearn for exercise. It doesn't seem like such hard work, which i suppose is why you have to keep upping your exercises and changing the weights you lift.  I have been going to the gym for two solid years now. I wish now I'd taken some photographs to compare and contrast what i look like now.

Shame.

I know the diet you should be eating, (and i think 85 percent of the time I eat a pretty healthy and stringent diet. I've read allot of articles. I've seen exercise programmes. I've learnt of other people copying some parts of other peoples workout programmes.

All of this learning and adapting, this research and planning of exercises have and will continue to not change one fundamental thing in me.

Which is my FAMOUSLY SWEET TOOTH.

I love sweet things

Yogurts, Chocolate, Biscuits, Cake........

Before i started the gym i used to be one of those people who idea of a treat was walking to the shop, buying 2 packets of double chip Maryland cookies and eating them in one sitting. Dunking each one lovingly in full cream milk. (a pint of)

Not only did i used to do this on a VERY  regular basis. But i also didn't consider the amount of calories that was in one go. But most importantly. I enjoyed it enough that i in NO WAY FELT EVEN SLIGHTLY GUILTY.

Thinking about this now is bizarre.

I haven't done that for a very long time. I had a couple of biscuit binges this year, two stand out. it was more about trying to cheer myself up than greed. it didn't work. you finish off the packet and feel so guilty.

I still eat biscuits don't get me wrong. But now I'll have say four or 5 biccies dipped in just enough semi skimmed milk to cover them.  Which i consider to be almost saintly behaviour given my previous biscuit indulgences.

My mother tells me a little of what you fancy does you good, which i suppose in theory. But i find the will power to take a couple of biscuits and put the rest back hard to bare. It is mainly because i live with my parents.

My mum buys an alarming amount of cakes sweet crisps chocolate and sweet goods. All stored in the naughty cupboard next to the microwave. I've been living back at home for about seven months. I had forgotten the naughty cupboard was this naughty. My dad is a gardener and after dinner sits in front of the tele with the biscuit tin and a cup of coffee. he'll do a packet of crisps nay bother. my mum says he needs the extra calories because his job is so physically deamanding. time will tell i suppose.

 In my old house I'd have one packet of biscuits in at at a time. No crisps. Never been bothered. My friend ADORES CRISPS. No chocolate. (Occasionally i may treat self to a bounty bar, well its coconut mainly isn't it. Actually a very small amount of choc involved in bounty bars.)

 Beer of course. Nothing disguises your 1500 sit up a week earnt abs more than a beer belly. Which i also do not have, but i am intrigued. IF  i did give up drinking,  EXACTLY  how much difference would it make. And how fast would the difference be noticeable.

Defiantly something to ponder.

That's all for now.

More coming soon.

M. X

x

notty nose

Greetings earthlings.

so last Friday I rang my local tattoo/piercing studios and said "Hello, any space for a nose piercing today?"
"Yes come down now" they replied.

So i did.

Not being a stranger to piercings i knew what to expect. I've had dermal anchors for many a year. There's always the moment when having a piercing when you consider the pain you're about to go through. I'm OK with needles. But it IS  a nose piercing and piercings that go through cartilage usually hurt. More.
so the time came, i counted down.........and in it went.

I didn't make a noise, just breathed deeply as told to by the lady. It CANED for like 2 seconds.
Bought a tear to my eye!

They then put the ring in, which was huge.
Apparently its because the hole needs to be bigger, so when you get the ring changed down it has room to move.

Am 5 days in now. And its starting to settle down now. Although i canny wait to get a smaller ring in it. One thing i noticed within a matter of hours is how much i touch my nose. And also how i realised. i cant put my finger up my nose anymore. Not that I'm really a nose picker, but now there is no room for it.

So the question I've been thinking all week is how do people with nose rings pick/clean their nostrils. Answer = you get a cotton bud and wrap a wet wipe round it.

Clean as a whistle!

Its been a week of worrying, I am a worrier. I cant help it.
A trait that has been subliminally handed down to me from my mother. Rather expertly if i may so.

I always say to her, she is the 'Olympic gold medalist' of worriers. To be around her when she is in worry mode is exhausting. I tell her she is wasting her energy, that worrying will do her ultimately no good. And yet i am exactly the same.

Its all to do with boredom. The kind of genuine frustration led boredom that only comes with unemployment.

When i had a job a bout 5/6 months a go i took pride and told the world, my name is...............i work as..............etc.

Its what people do.
It defines who we are, to a certain extent anyways.

This week alone i have encountered two people with whom i have had conversations about employment or lack there of. Yesterday on the bus this happened.

Lady; Hello how are you
Me; Yes OK thanks
Lady; Are you working?
Me; No not at the moment, got laid of from my last job

I always wander why this woman ALWAYS asks if I'm working.
Not "Hello, how are you  you look well" or "Hello, hows your family"

I swear one of these days, when she says "Hello, are you working?
I'm going to smile back sarcastically and say something like "Yes I'm a rent boy, I'm loving it. Its very lucrative. Then give her a business card and tell her to give it around to anyone she felt may require my services or "Yes I'm a lawyer!" or something more inventive. Ideas in the comments below people? Discuss.

The second was a man, who always says hello. He at least asks after my general well being before out comes the obligatory "Hows work these days?" Now see here in lay my dilemma. Admit the job has ended OR pretend i am still at the job.

For some reason i could not bring my self to say it. So i smiled and said "Good thanks, still there." To which the man smiled and said "Oh that's good, well working seems to agree with you, you seem quite happy these days."

This is because i do the great British thing of keep calm and carry on. Endeavouring to but a "brave face" on not having a job. Because really that's what people expect of you isn't it. To keep up appearances in the face of adversity.

So i applied for three jobs last week, and applied for three today.

Hopefully i will be hired by some one soon.

Until then i shall be keeping calm and carrying on.

Thanks for reading
Bye for now.

M. x

breathe and reboot

hola comrades.


OK so the constant rain has stopped. Thank god. (Or at least for now.)


A wet bank holiday and being dumped, made for a distinctly average bank weekend.


God being dumped is humiliating isn't it. Especially when you know in your heart of hearts that you should have had the self confidence to get in there first and nip it in the bud a week earlier.


But alas no.


I'm Mr "Hang on in there, things may be about to change." But they never do really do they. Isually when you smell a rat. It is, in fact because there is a dead rat in the vicinity.


So yea there we go. Not heartbroken to be honest, just a bit disappointed.
It happens.


I think in light of arrival of summer and new shiny singledom update of image is needed. New hair cut/colour shall occour over the weekend along with a new piercing. I always think a change of image breathes new life into you. It changes the way the world sees you. And most importantly how you see yourself. Pics to follow.


Soooooooooo apart from that i had a good old smash up with my dear friend heather, she is lush. We drank, we talked, we drank, we ate chips, we got a taxi home. I had a very sinister but well earnt hangover on Monday.


In my last blog i said about how much i was looking forward to the new gossip album. Its not out yet but you can listenn to it streamed on the guardian website here. I think its a good album. Track number 8 is particularly RELEVANT. I think possibly the previous two albums had a harder punkier edge, but this album is certainly one of their more streamlined accessible albums. Overall a job well done. It flows very well and there are moments of pure joy. a joyful noise it really is.


Still twitching bout the scissor sisters release next week, bring it on.


I have also been embroidering onto my jacket which is coming along nicely.

It really is very satisfying work. Will defiantly do more of this in the future.

Also i managed to finally make the perfect poached eggs. My sister gave me a masterclass as hers were amazing, here are the ones i made, with coffee from a proper plunger-coffee thing,

wholemeal seeded bread no butter thankyou very much.


I heard somewhere that butter is one molecule away from plastic, a fact that i just googled and is by all acounts untrue. It did say however that a spoon of either is equal to like 100 calories. So thats 700 calories a week i can save by not eating something that is basicly only habbit anyways. Have a biccie instead, at leat biccies are honest. you KNOW they'll make you fat.


My mother bought a packet of chocolate hobnobs the other day.
How may calories are there in ONE?


Dont know well i'll tell you.


98 CALORIES PER BICCY.


Thats 7-8 minites on a treadmill people.
I cant justify the biccy intake like i used to.


Damn my unabashedly sweet tooth!


The butter and the less biccies are some of the ways i'm trying to be super careful with my diet. Combined with going to the gym, not drinking carbonated drinks, walking alot, and persevering with the gym and doing the free weights.


Toning up is so tough.


Though it will be worth it in the summer tho.

Hopefully

music is my boyfriend.

Hello lovely blog readers.
Did you miss me?

I missed you.

I've been pining, like a sick dog missing its owner.
Getting annoyed at how far you've been away and, (like a dog, thinking of ways i can get my own back) thinking how they must enjoy the look on the owners face when they get back to find shit all over the house.

We have a dog in our house but it's the parents, and I don't like dogs, so refuse to feed it/walk it/pay it much attention.

APART  from one day when it snowed i took it up the hills because I wanted to go up and take sum snowy desolate looking pictures.

I digress.

In case you were wandering this blog was intended to be a check-out-this-music-blog. But i think I will ramble on a bit before I finally get to the music bit.

So i hear on the Radio that we are back in a recession! Yay.

oh how I've missed it.

You know like during the second world war old ladies used to say "There is a war on you know!" when someone was trying to persuade the butcher for a bit of extra sausage, oh er matron.

Now we can say, " Oh I've had no luck in my job search this week, applied for loads..............didn't even get any interviews. Well we ARE  in a recession after all."

Comforting to know we're all in the same boat at least. well MOST OF US anyway. the 99% anyway.

OH MY GOD.

THE RAIN!  when will it stop? totes bored of it now.
so are we still in a hose pipe ban? surly not?
according to the weather people we are in for the wettest may in a hundred years.  Cheer me up why don't you!

So as an unemployed person, I try to keep myself entertained between job searching and stuff. This best remedied by reading, going to the gym or listening to choons as I write these blogs.

I have nearly finished the book I am reading. This excites me as i haven't read a whole book in quite sometime (I've half read quite a few but for some reason nothing has grabbed me enough to keep me reading until the end.) I think i may finish this one tho.
I'm reading this:

I mean who doesn't love dawn french? exactly! Half of one of the best comedy duos of all time. Top bird. It is incidentally a very funny and often moving read. I do love a biography. Graham Norton's is very good as well.  If you see it anywhere buy it/borrow it, whatever. Its great. next on my list is one i have already started but fell into the category of great read but just don't have the concentration span to finish, is this book

For anyone who might not recognise this man, its Anthony Kiedis, front man of the Red Hot Chilli Peppers.  He has had in interesting life. its a story full of ducking and diving in L.A drinking, drugs, debauchery. This man was DESTINED to be a rock star. But all the way through, even though he is a bit of a sod, he comes across at the heart of it as a really good solid, down to earth guy.

Musically i feel like spring has really sprung.

Lots to look forward to this summer in terms of new albums.

At the moment I am listening to allot of Rufus Wainwright.

His new album Out of the Game is DELIGHTFUL.this is his new video. 

                               
 For those of you who may not know, Wainwright is a Canadian singer song writer. He comes from a bit of a musical family his father Lauden Wainwright III and mother Kate McGarrigle are both famous Canadian folk singers. His sister Martha Wainwright is also a singer. He has a beautiful rich -sort of classical-sort-of-bluesy  type of voice. He sings a sort of baroque, sometimes operatic pop. If you're into that sort of thing.

Because i am an amazing blogger here is a link to my spotify play list for Rufus.


Also to come this year we have The Gossips new offering called A Joyful Noise. released may 14th.

Their new song Picture Perfect World, is pretty good stuff. This is the video if your interested (it really kick in about half way through and the video gets better so if ur thinking its going nowhere PERSEVERE!

 Also am muhos excite about the new Scissor Sisters album Magic Hour. Which is released  may 28th. Set to be a good one. Co produced by Calvin Harris and featuring female rapper Azealia Banks and Pharrel Williams. Gives you a good idea of where the music is going. Upbeat dancey electro pop. Marvellous.

First single of this album is called only the horses, god knows what's going on in the video. Its pretty but i just don't understand!

Hey ho here's the video

OK I'm nearly done.


Oh one more thing.


If anyone who likes a bit of vintage Madonna fancies something to put on their play list, (great for the gym or a bit of a house clean.) Particularly the gym. The track is something like 32 minutes long.

Hope you enjoyed that little lot.
If you did please subscribe and comment. And tell ur friends!

More to come soon

M. xxx

valley of the dolls......

When i started this blog i did so with the intention of writing about music and art and fashion etc. Championing the things i like which perhaps are not particularly part of mainstream culture but maybe had underground cult status. So this blog is about a particular person. With that in mind I have something to confess. *Takes deep breath*

OK here it is.

I have a very addictive personality
Obsessive!

Especially when it comes to music. Above everything else, all my other interests, ideas thoughts and inspirations, music is the centre of it all.

I cant pin point exactly when being a normal music listener developed into an obsession. I think its when i started listening to music out side of the mainstream. Having studied art for 4 years at college and university my tastes in culture developed ALOT. I became interested in fashion more. And i found something i hadn't been exposed to.

The Avant Garde. Including, punk, cabaret, performance art. This was around the time i was first exposed to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Also burlesque fashion and music. Anyting different and with a possibly absurdest theatrical streak running through it. That's my taste.

So for this blog am going to write about a singer songwriter who embodies a lot of these sensibilities within their sound and performance.

The Dresden Dolls,

Amanda Palmer on the left              and Brian Vglione

aren't they cute.

I first heard the Dresden Dolls at about 2am on a mid week night in the year 2000. Probably on something like the Rob DeBank radio show. This was the first song i heard.

First off i was alarmed and impressed at the chaotic speed of the piano playing and lyrics. Amanda plays the piano and sings, and Brian plays the drums. After the song the DJ talked about this new band rocking the Boston underground rock scene, with their Brechtian Punk Cabaret.

 Many of the songs on their debut album "The Dresden Dolls" comprised of punk cabaret music, often sounding like stories, or punked up nursery rhymes, with twisted lyrics and whimsical melodies. Palmer's deep sounding almost German voice at first sounded like a male vocal.

The dolls dealt with an impressive array of sunbject matter, and their songs also differ in mood and tempo. Amanda's often comedic take on serious issues is quite the audio spectacle.

The dolls general stage uniform was in a cabaret/burlesque style, Amanda often wears corsets and big rocker boots or DM's brian in a bowler hat, often shirtless. Both with french mime style painted faces. Amanda shaves of her eyebrows and draws them on fresh every day in a series of intricate and elaborate designs like this;

Because i am really nice blogger have put together a spotify play list. Which contains work from the Dresden Dolls album and also Amanda Palmer's solo work click the link for audio treats.

http://open.spotify.com/user/1118317871/playlist/5nDhbGNIKiPSb2hOOdJzzW

Some of my particular favourites from this list are.

• Guitar Hero
• Mandy Goes To Med School
• Backstabber
• Mrs O
• Shores Of California
• Jeep Song

A pretty interesting bunch of songs.

I think for best results if you wish you could listen to the play list. This music is certainly different and maybe even a bit of a particular taste but i estimate that at least 50% of the people reading this would enjoy some of their stuff.

So Amanda Palmer has been a love of mine for quite some time, particularly since she has gone solo.

Amanda is now married to the best selling author Neil Gaiman.

Pic from ghetty images.

Marriage made in heaven? Neil wrote the original book Coraline which was adapted into a great animation film. So they share a dark and magical sensibility.

What i really like about her also is how i have made friends with another dolls fan. I met my friend Claire at a party in Folkestone, It was if i remember correctly supposed to be a fetish cabaret evening. I was dressed in some ridiculous garb. I walked past Claire who was using her phone and saw this as her phone background.

picture from Dresden Dolls website.

At least I'm pretty sure it was this pic.

Anyways i pounced on her and interrogated her and found out yes she like me was lets say an "enthusiastic" dolls/Amanda Palmer fan.  Its such an amazing thing when you meet a like minded person with whom you are on the total same wave length with. The joy of being a super fan WITH SOMEONE ELSE who doesn't think your a music nerd douche.

Claire introduced me to other bands who perform what she calls "malicious opera." These being in no particular order;

• Emily autumn
• Bitter Ruin
• The Jane Austin argument
• The Tiger Lillies (The holy grail god like saviours of avant garde cabaret musicality.)

Claire and i made a pact that the next time Amanda toured the UK we would defiantly get our organised heads on and book tickets to wherever she was playing. Eventually dates were announced and tickets were booked. The venue was audio2 in Brighton.

Going to Brighton ended up to be something of a musical pilgrimage for both of us. I conducted a plan. To add a new tattoo to my arm whilst i was there. Amanda is very popular on twitter. (@amandapalmer if u care to follow her.) She tweeted saying that members of the audience could contribute items of clothing for the bands stage outfits. The theme was sequins and shiny things. I took a pair of silver sequined leggings i bought at a festival the year before. The plan was that we would lend items for the show and they would be given back in the signing Que after the gig.

My plan was on the return of the troos I'd ask Amanda not to sign my merch but to sign my arm and do maybe an eye with an Amanda Palmer style eyebrow, which i would get tattooed on the day after.

Long story short the gig was TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTALLLLLLLLLLYYYYYY amazing. And in the que after i got to meet my idol and ask for a tattoo design. She was totally sweet and lovely. but still had on the sparky troos. i told her the only cost me a tenner and although i loved them would be honoured for her to keep them. Here are the signing pics.

Having a nice little chat and asking her for tattoo/ talking about the troos.

The signing of the arm.

Best hug I've ever had.

My arm once signed, afp stands for Amanda Fucking Palmer. (Stage name.)

Arm once tattooed.

How it looks now. I love it

Every time i look it it i smile.



Well i could talk bout this subject for hours but have been working On this blog for around 3 and a half hours now and i better stop it here.

I hope you've enjoyed this blog and hope you enjoy the music. Listen with an open mind. Be glad to hear your comments in the comments box.

Enjoy the choonage.

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M. x