I love to receive flowers, like I properly love it. at least some of this is because for a chunk of time I’d have far too much of a histamine response to any flowers that weren’t carnations but these days I can receive roses, calla lilies, all the good flowers. I got roses today and … Read More
Cake is love. The Princess has been baking my birthday cakes since I was eleven. Gary Rhodes Death by Chocolate is hands down my favourite but she says she’ll only bake that once a decade (it’s complex as all hell). I’m on three in my lifetime so far. If I die I want it on … Read More
I had promised myself that I would see meerkats today. There is a burst pipe so the meerkats (and other animals) are closed. I am really quite sad about this. I am therefore looking at previous meerkat pictures. Someone suggested that perhaps I was especially sad because I had LARPdrop. I said maybe but I … Read More
No nicknames used here, first names only. I’m maudlin at the drop of a hat at the best of times but the other week when I had the bad reaction to the Lisdexamfetamine I genuinely wondered if I was about to drop dead that second with nary a real warning or indication it was going … Read More
I really love a lot of the weirder bits of the Wintermark brief, the automata in the storm (troll creations obviously…), the alien ancestors of the Steinr, the dead in the fens. Mostly though I love the Krampus. I love the Krampus in the real world too, but in Wintermark I love a beast who … Read More
Ok I’m actually warm and I am AMAZED by this. It is very fucking cold, I think it’s been colder but not by much. We haven’t totally scored when it comes to our set up tonight, we’ve missed a couple of things but I’m laying here in my sleeping bag and thank fuck I’m warm. … Read More
I actually felt some semblance of connection around the Sigehold campfire tonight. Which is pretty good considering I haven’t really been feeling that lately. It was just the trace of it but it was enough to enjoy for now I think. The fire was not especially warming against the cold but the stories were familiar … Read More
I struggle regularly, but especially when talking about this blog in real life, with explaining why this is on the internet. Why do I have a blog if not to in some way pose for my audience or perceived audience… and that is in some way true or at least I always thought it was. … Read More
Today I cried. Nominally because I was printing out massage forms for a case study and it wasn’t The Racconteur. This is the first course I’m doing that he isn’t one of my case studies. My tutor in Glasgow is never going to tell me she thinks I made him up. For the last fortnight … Read More
Mary Quant is dead. In the picture the Guardian used for the article about her death she looks so fucking modern. My Great Aunt Joyce once told me that you buy clothes that last and then accessories that are fashionable but honestly I did not know quite how much truly stylish people do that – … Read More
