Mysteries To Be Unravelled....

I don't know about you but I have always felt a bit nervous about being huggy/kissy with relations. Mum went up to me and hugged me today and was trying to be all sort of mumsy on me. Thing is I am more like that with members of the opposite sex than with relations. I just feel awkward as I've never really liked it. I remember dreading playing Postman's Knock as a kid, I always insisted on a polite hug and that'd be that. I feel that I don't need to be all huggy with my parents, I display affection though having a laugh with them watching TV or joking about football, I see them as extended friends rather than in a sentimental kind of way. Stuart's just the same, he gets embarrassed too.
More recently though, I think my problem is the last person who properly hugged me was Alan. So anybody who gets within an inch of my shoulders or dares to put a hand on it is going to get a rather frosty reception.

But I'm feeling okay today, I've read almost half of "Two Caravans" about a Ukranian girl embroiled in various different scandals, secrets and salacious goings on at a strawberry picking farm and how the two caravans - one with women of various different backgrounds - a poster of the Black Widow of Kracow and a topless David Beckham sums it up nicely(!) and the other with men who are quite naive and silly but with sad stories to tell - From Andriy the wannabe poet to Tomacz who dreams of "Anglishk" girls and another who lost his father down the mines......it's a ripping yarn, dodgy gangster types, overweight foreign women, fishy farmer mowed down by irate wife who two times him with one of the naive strawberrypickers who mistakes her Honda for a Ferrari...a very pleasant way to spend one's morning.

Oh and yes I should mention a representative of Newcastle United texted me out of the blue a day or so ago (lord knows why or how they got my number) and said that they are sending a "new" picture of Alan for me and said he's "still top man" Riiiight. Quite what I've done to be singled out for such special treatment will hopefully become clearer in the next few days. Emailing the club, writing to Alan to offer support and generally sticking up for him in whatever way possible may have something to do with it?!

Roll on the rest of Saturday!

A Little Ray of Sunshine

A Poem

Alan's coming today
Something's coming my way
The sun is shining it's a great day
What can I say
At times my heart was hardening like clay
My hands muddied with mascara wiping away
The tears that ran into the night I couldn't keep them at bay
There's not a single debt - emotional or financial -left to pay
Alan's coming today!


Didnt get up til almost 11am, spent last night talking about random stuff over Yahoo Messenger to my friend Alex and her boyfriend until nearly 4am(!) Dean and Emma came over as the Sky and TV was on the blink last night, it just seemed an endless wave of conversations about cars, money, jobs, tax man......I just felt like I was losing the will to live. I emailed and added events to Viking FM's site, written out info for the local newspaper claiming dates...boring mundane stuff really. I need something amazing to happen. Typing up and reading through my French notes and tidying my room isn't exactly the most exciting thing ever is it?

At least I'm going out shopping to York tomorrow. That should be a bit more stimulating. Coffee and Fox's biscuits aren't the best way of chippering one up is it? I need smoothies I need fun I need.........well...something different.

Poetic Reflections...

Can you believe it's now the Easter break and next session will be 'Session Five' already!!! We have nine regulars and ten on the register, it's been a great laugh and although at times the marking, analysing and general setting up/organising/planning has been tiresome it's all worth it when you get glowing comments and lots of supportive feedback from the Centre. I'm really enjoying the challenge and in some ways it's annoying that we have two weeks off - it keeps me focused on the week ahead! But don't worry I still have people's work to mark, a Poetry Mystery Bag to organise not to mention banking all £105 of my Sports Relief money, sending off the cheque and FINALLY organising my ISA next week (with luck) No rest for the wicked as they say. Below is a poem I wrote using the 'six words to describe..' method and brainstorming ideas on a wooden horse on a keyring(!) to show the class what you can do :-)



I Saw Her At The Funfair
Monday night it’s throwing it down
Going out to the funfair in this weather..I must be a clown!
Hailstones start to dart around like icy arrows dancing in the winter air
Looking between the gaping holes in the tatty turquoise entrance tent I suddenly stop
Beneath the battered blue sign that says “Harry’s Hotdogs Here”
Is someone rather queer

Some dark haired girl about sixteen or eighteen I don’t know
She looks a shifty so and so
Dark hair sticking to her face like black tar
Can just about make out beady eyes flashing in the light
Watching me like a bewitched cat, desire burning bright
I try to reach out to her, she looks lost in thought
In her strange little tangled black web of magic I am caught
(Why does she stare?)
Something there..

Not in her apricot cheeks turning crimson with the cold
Nor in her queenly earrings of smouldering gold
Is she a gypsy girl cursed?
My heart is about to burst
What is that beneath my foot?
Suddenly..squelch crunch I hear
Maybe it’s just a plastic cup with the remnants of dodgy beer
I look down and see something orange and green
Is it a present from my unearthly gypsy queen?
Painted with orange, yellow, green and cream
I pick it up, it’s a tiny plastic horse – to own a real racing champion has always been my dream

Perhaps this is a lucky charm
I t can’t do me any harm
Stick it in my pocket and look up to see
Silly me

The black beauty has bolted from sight
That vision that got me as high as a kite
Was it real?
Whatever the deal
This little horse whether it’s from this world or another
I will cling to it like a loving brother

A Thoughtful Poem...

I could never stop loving you
There's just something about you that holds true
The smile on your face
Sends me to a distant place
Where everything is sunny and nothing else matters
When the dreams are in tatters
Somehow you give me the strength to stick it back together
Abandon you? - Never!

You look like a fish
Not everyone's favourite dish
Leeds' relegation shook our lives to the core
But in the end it taught me that its you I adore
Captain Jack is a bit of alright
Johnny Depp is a pretty sight
Yet mere mention of Mr Bleach Boy
Makes me go all coy

Creative Writing gives me dough
But that's not really what I want though
Nice house with my family
Is not really where I want to be
Its you I need
Its making my heart bleed
Don't know what to say
We must meet up one day