• Me: I drew a fried breakfast yesterday.
  • Bronagh: What for?
  • Me: For an advert for a cafe.
  • Bronagh: Oh, I thought you were going to say to eat it or something.
  • Livy: What? It doesn't come to life after she's drawn it. She's not Penny Crayon.
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art - write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. May your coming year be a wonderful thing in which you dream both dangerously and outrageously. I hope it’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and you will be liked and you will have people to love and to like in return. And most importantly, because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now - I hope that you will, when you need to be, be wise and that you will always be kind. And I hope that somewhere in the next year you surprise yourself.”
— Neil Gaiman
“Because women’s work is never done and is underpaid or unpaid or boring or repetitious and we’re the first to get fired and what we look like is more important than what we do and if we get raped it’s our fault and if we get beaten we must have provoked it and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos and if we don’t we’re frigid and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a “real” man and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic and/or pushy and if we expect childcare we’re selfish and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and “unfeminine” and if we don’t we’re typical weak females and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man and if we don’t we’re unnatural and because we still can’t get an adequate safe contraceptive but men can walk on the moon and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion and…for lots of other reasons we are part of the women’s liberation movement”
—

- unknown, quoted from The Torch, September 1987

(this is why I’m a feminist)

“When you come back from being out somewhere; in a minicab or a night bus, or with someone, or walking across London late at night, dreamlike, and you’ve still got the music kind of echoing in you, in your bloodstream, but with real life trying to get in the way. I want it to be like a little sanctuary. It’s like that 24-hour stand selling tea on a rainy night, glowing in the dark. It’s pretty simple.”
— Will Bevan, on his music

I have had face-to-face social interaction with only two other human beings today: one was a man who works for Orange giving me my new phone, and the other was Impossibly Hot Guy from upstairs (!!!) who got the lift at the same time as me and gave me a smile and a wink. I like to think it wasn’t a smile derived from pity because of my walking stick.

I saw Radiohead in Prague last weekend and apart from the gig being very much mindblowing (A Wolf At The Door, anyone?) the company was blissful all weekend and I would give anything to be in the same room as any of those people right now. Even if Radiohead suddenly got shit - which, let’s face it, is not going to happen, but humour me here - I’d go to the gigs anyway just for the sheer joy that comes from being around people I love. This could turn into a big rambly post about how much the internet is made of win, but I won’t let it as it’s bedtime and I’m on my blackberry (which, although awesome, I cannot type essays on yet).

In other news, after watching Charlie Brooker’s You Have Been Watching on Tuesday night, I now really fancy Victoria Coren (as well as my continuing insatiable crush on Mr Brooker himself). May attempt to engineer dreams of her abrasive wit and lovely face tonight.

right. know what I need to do now, just have to knuckle down and bloody do it. Easier said than done with a gimpy keyboard…

ok. diss appointment tomorrow morning, need plentiful evidence that am not going to fail. only space bar is malfunctioning. AAAARGH

eating the same lunch two days in a row does not get boring when it’s gnom gnom gnom

well fuck me sideways (only don’t), I’m actually on a roll. Going to wait for lunch til Laura arrives & then make it for two from dust etc

bed, and get up super-early to do dissertation work, or stay up late hoping to get as much done as possible tonight? dunno how tired I am