There hasn't been anything really to report. I haven't fallen in love with a sumo wrestler, I haven't been transformed into a harajuku girl, I haven't eaten a raw eel and I haven't hopped on the wrong bus filled with Japanese tourists. I've caught trains, checked out the vast and odd array of women's footwear, … Continue reading Gettin’ Nude
One Foot on the Platform
I know it's not officially the beginning but it feels like it. I won this holiday and while it isn't free, it essentially is. I paid for my airfare and I will have to pay for the useless kimono I am sure to purchase and a few beers, but the rest has been covered. It … Continue reading One Foot on the Platform
Fishing for Hobbitses
I've been looking for distractions. I've been searching for things to keep me busy and to keep my hands, mind and feet occupied. The logical conclusion is to exercise, but with a broken foot and a part-time moonboot, exercise wasn't going to cut it. For the last six months I've been internet dating. You've heard snippets … Continue reading Fishing for Hobbitses
Hug your Dad
It's not something you ever think you'll have to do. I mean you know you'll do it eventually but most of your life you pretend that it's forever away. You pretend that you'll know when it happens. You pretend that they'll be old and frail and you pretend that you'll be grateful that the pain … Continue reading Hug your Dad
The Splendour of Splendour
It is safe to say that festival life has changed for me. I have fond memories of losing shoes in mud pits, drowning in urine splash back, watching other - ballsier people - sneaking vodka in the gates with water bottles, but above all generally spending my days mildly uncomfortable, irritated and needing to go … Continue reading The Splendour of Splendour
Diversional Therapy – who knew it wasn’t about shoes?!
Therapy is different for all of us and over the years I've had my fair share of therapeutic diversions. Since my forays into the field of Positive Psychology, I've gotten pretty good at preventing the onset of the sads, but the extrovert in me can't live on positive feelings all the time and the … Continue reading Diversional Therapy – who knew it wasn’t about shoes?!
I am wasting my flirt!
I think I am wasting my flirt. Friends have told me for years that I am a flirt. I've protested this label, profusely at times but in the age of my thirties I am happy to take it. My saving grace, my self flagellating justification, is that I flirt with everyone. Man, woman, good looking, … Continue reading I am wasting my flirt!
I drew nude women!
Last night I completed task number two on my eight week challenge list. And here is the verdict. I will never be Picasso, Rembrandt or another famous artist I don't know the name of, nor will I ever be able to sit comfortably in a year five drawing class. My life drawing is terrible. I … Continue reading I drew nude women!
Regrets
Regrets, I've got a few... and they are never as clear as they are the morning after the night before. I'm not really sure what that suggests about my character or it's obvious flaws but it does seem to insinuate that a few rums, wines, vodkas or beers will inevitably lead me to some kind … Continue reading Regrets
Just the Good Bits please!
Waiting for life to begin is a terrible way to live. It's like living through my neighbour's jackhammer at 7.30am. Annoyingly frustrating that you can't think about anything else but you can't be bothered to get up and move away. While I don't think I wait for my life to begin, I have been known … Continue reading Just the Good Bits please!
life in big frilly knickers 