This is our last dance. This is ourselves.

Sunday, 31 October 2010


OH OH OH. And I got to see this absolutely beautiful building! Slap bang somewhere in the middle of Liverpool's Sefton Park is Palm House. This amazing Victorian greenhouse is full to the brim with plants and housed us for a night with PhilSoc. It was just such a shocking find, I can't believe that something so randomly stunning is just sat there.
If you ever have an urge to get married, do it here.
If you ever have an urge to go to a Midnight Garden Party, well, come with us!

In my pants.

oh HI there! Just you wait until I'm bored, you won't be able to stop me posting.

Life is still busy, still fun and this particular week, quite drunk.

Wednesday was a Cast Ceili. Irish dancing and stew and wine and birthdays and I WON AN IRISH RAFFLE. I have pulled a muscle in my back which may leave me crippled for the rest of my life but it was so much fun. The atmosphere was wonderful and it was so refreshing to get out of the student monotony. If you ever have the chance, GO GO GO.

Thursday, birthday madness. I lost my tights and pretended I was Cheryl Cole.


Tuesday, 26 October 2010

Higher and higher.

You are a king. Live alone. Take a free road
And follow where your free mind leads you,
Bring to perfection the fruits of well-loved thoughts
Ask no reward for noble deeds accomplished.
Rewards are within you. Your supreme judge is yourself.
None will ever judge your work more sternly.
Discriminating artist, does it please you?
- Pushkin.

Wednesday, 20 October 2010


"Oh hi Bla Bla, how are you?

I'm fine...oh Ruth, are you alright?

Yeah I'm fine. Do my eyes look sore or something? Like I've been crying? I haven't, they're just a bit sore today.

No no they're fine... You just look a bit.... And no one wants to hear this... You just look a bit worn down.

Oh nope, that's just me with no make up on. Most people are shocked when they encounter it for the first time. Sorry...."

Fickle, fickle face.
Damn you pale skin and permanently tired sore eyes.
I love make up, I truly do but I don't want it on my face every day. But I also don't have an urge to look like shit every day either. WHY DOES MY FACE MAKE ME LOOK LIKE SHIT?

Naughty face.

Friday, 15 October 2010

Thursday, 14 October 2010


Yesterday, the world stood by and watched something pretty amazing happen. In the world we live in, we are so used to awful things happening. Tragic, unfair, horrible things.
My friend and I had watched the events unfold during the day, we cried. We watched the news together before bed and watched the loved ones reunited, watched the men kiss their girlfriends like it was the first time and the last time, watch sons break down at the sheer joy of having their Daddy back above ground. And we cried and cried.
It was difficult for us to put our finger on why we reacted like that. I think diaster stories are all too common. But this had a true happy ending, there was nothing but an honest display of human triumph. It was a display of courage and hope and love and just how strong the human spirit is. One of the most amazing things I have ever seen.

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Quelle est le date de ton anniversaire?

Oh dearest Blog,
I missed your birthday! Yesterday (and I checked to make sure) you were one year old!

That to me is completely crazy. A year has absolutely flown by, a year seems such a huge unit of time at the moment that it hardly existed, you can't possible comprehend all the tiny events that happen in your life that make up a year. I was going to write more on this but the Rent song "Seasons of Love" has popped into my head, rendering anything else I saw cliched and grotesque... Thanks Rent...!

However, as my friend Maggie May keeps on reminding me, I absolutely did not think I would be here this time last year. Looking back, I was so certain that I was going travelling regardless of a lack of funds and lack of a plan.
I would never have dreamed that I would be typing this in the library after being at a PhilSoc meeting, worring about LUDS posters and lines to be learnt while doing my Logic homework. Those thoughts would never have crossed my empty little mind.

In a way, it's comforting. Some things do stay the same, I'm in the same relationship, I'm still studying Philosophy with a sneakier greater passion for drama, many of my friends are the same, I still have very little idea what I want to do with my life after this year.

But comparing where I am now to where I thought I was going to be is very different and quite scary. Life can just change and throw random thoughts at you which you make you change yourself and your direction.

So thank you to everyone who has ever bothered to read this over the past year. As I've said before, I am always so grateful, I am in love with you for it.
This time next year seems so far away...

Monday, 11 October 2010

Fear and Trembling.

"If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a weird ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything,

what would life be but despair?"

oh my life is busy. too busy to do anything but steal quotes from Kierkegaard.

Friday, 8 October 2010


Firstly, I apologise. I have posted only videos for the past three posts.
BUT for me, television gets no better than this.
I apologise for the poor quality, the poor sound, the lack of originality from me.
But this has filled an Office shaped void that was rudely left at the beginning of the summer and seeing Jim's face again.... well.... WOW.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Every cloud...

The subject of Logic, even after 3 full years at university, reduces me to a pathetic, confused mess.

Which in turn allows me to mope to Nat King Cole with justification.

Tuesday, 5 October 2010


In direct competition with

Fancy a Daisy vs. Kate dance off?


"Human life occurs only once, and the reason we cannot determine which of our decisions are good and which bad is that in a given situation we can only make one decision; we are not granted a second, third or fourth life in which to compare various decisions...

Without such experiment, all considerations of this kind remain a game of hypothesis.

Einmal ist keinmal. What happens but once might as well not have happened at all.

History is as light as an individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow."

"The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera has been a really difficult book to plough through. A mess of love and philosophy, it sometimes has the most poignant moments of clarity that seem to ring so very true.