I am babysitting my parents' kitten at the moment. His name is Tibby - he was named by my son. Imagine the embarassment of going out at night and calling his name... He is a charming little thing, very affectionate, very clever and quite a delight. He likes to poke his head into my book when I am reading. Oh, thats apart from when he decides to play at 2 am and taps me on the head gently with his little paws. Josh adores Tibby. He has spent all his pocket money on his little kitten. He loves Tibby without question and is very protective of him.
My problem is not keeping him in but keeping other cats out. He is only a baby and unsure about going out. I live in a place which is overrun by 'feral cats'. They are big, scary and do not deal with any nonsense. If Tibby managed to get out he would be eaten alive.
I have never been a cat lover. Cats know everything. They look at you, sit on your kitchen window sill and report back. Look into the eyes of a Cat and you may become lonely, hirsute, shuffling of slippers and accepting of old age!
My little man, Josh AKA The Git is a bit like Tibby. He is finding his feet in the world. He is unable to go out as he is bullied very badly and up until now he has been struggling to find his place in society.
Josh has just started to find his feet and make a few friends. My little man has become Master of the Household, tutting at me if I struggle trying to put a new fuse in a plug, pulling bags from my hands to carry them for me, putting out the rubbish, locking up and switching lights out. Josh and his little group of friends keep each other safe in school. They reside in a kaleidoscopic bubble of friendship and look out for each other. Perhaps you could call them Geeks but I think they are just like Tibby. Young, clever, entertaining and aware that they could be someone elses dinner but always staying one step ahead.
I am so grateful that The Git has finally found his feet with the help of a little kitten called Tibby....
Namaste
Muse x
PS I have to go now as Tibby has already deleted half this post with his clever paws. He loves the warmth of the 'Pute.
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Payback Time!
I am not a bitchy woman, never have been, never will be. I am a frustrated writer and have a lot of opinions but I have learned not to sweat the small stuff. Oh,but the small stuff does not include road rage. I am the worlds worst. Today was a good day for me. I only managed two road rage incidents. However, I did manage one grudge match and a near 'scrape the keys down that feckers car' incident. Let me explain.
I usually park the car at the front of my humble house but after 3 acts of vandalism within 6 months, I decided to park it around the back. All the parking is public, none of it is designated. I innocently parked my car and after three days started to receive 'love letters' from someone whose 'space' I had evidently nicked. Life is too bloody short so I just shoved these notes in my glove box and carried on. I did not know what space I was supposed to be nicking as I had parked in several. It soon became clear and I identified the house these letters were issued from. The last one read, 'Park in my space again Bitch and I'll destroy your crap car'. Oh how poetic. I collected about 6 of these badly spelled notes and sighing heavily, wandered off to the Polis station, just to confirm that I was actually parking in a non designated zone.
I did not realise that the Polis would take this seriously as they had never bothered to investigate the vandalism to my car. Cue 'SHE- MAN'. No other description would be fitting. Tall amazonian, mono brow, cheap trainers (who wears trainers unless you are at a gym???) and I suspect her Ma had mated with a Gorilla. Her husband is of the spotty, weedy variety with blonde hi-lights. Now I'm being a snarky bitch but I was pushed! She- Man apparently received a caution and I thought that would be an end to it. How wrong I was, it was only the start. So far I have been blocked by her car on several occasions etc..etc...ad nauseum. I have kept photographic evidence just in case she/he decides to torch my little banger but can't be bothered to do anything more. I have better things to do.
I was driving home tonight and spotted her pulling out behind me. Ha! Here we go darling. I am a better driver than you, a better person and no-one does payback like me. Foot to the floor, I swerved off the high street, using my gears to negotiate a steep hill, lots of speed bumps and keeping a wary eye out for small children. She decided to go the long, allegedly faster way round. I beat her, I beat her. I am a god. My driving is superb.
I smoothly slid into 'her' parking space as she pulled around the corner. I could see the steam hissing out of her ears. I got out of the car with a large smirk on my face. Actually I was cackling like a Hyena with Pleurisy inside that smirk. She had to park around the front. If you can't drive it love you shouldn't fecking own it! Serves you right Madam.
Don't care if I've been bad tonight it was bloody worth it!
Muse x
I usually park the car at the front of my humble house but after 3 acts of vandalism within 6 months, I decided to park it around the back. All the parking is public, none of it is designated. I innocently parked my car and after three days started to receive 'love letters' from someone whose 'space' I had evidently nicked. Life is too bloody short so I just shoved these notes in my glove box and carried on. I did not know what space I was supposed to be nicking as I had parked in several. It soon became clear and I identified the house these letters were issued from. The last one read, 'Park in my space again Bitch and I'll destroy your crap car'. Oh how poetic. I collected about 6 of these badly spelled notes and sighing heavily, wandered off to the Polis station, just to confirm that I was actually parking in a non designated zone.
I did not realise that the Polis would take this seriously as they had never bothered to investigate the vandalism to my car. Cue 'SHE- MAN'. No other description would be fitting. Tall amazonian, mono brow, cheap trainers (who wears trainers unless you are at a gym???) and I suspect her Ma had mated with a Gorilla. Her husband is of the spotty, weedy variety with blonde hi-lights. Now I'm being a snarky bitch but I was pushed! She- Man apparently received a caution and I thought that would be an end to it. How wrong I was, it was only the start. So far I have been blocked by her car on several occasions etc..etc...ad nauseum. I have kept photographic evidence just in case she/he decides to torch my little banger but can't be bothered to do anything more. I have better things to do.
I was driving home tonight and spotted her pulling out behind me. Ha! Here we go darling. I am a better driver than you, a better person and no-one does payback like me. Foot to the floor, I swerved off the high street, using my gears to negotiate a steep hill, lots of speed bumps and keeping a wary eye out for small children. She decided to go the long, allegedly faster way round. I beat her, I beat her. I am a god. My driving is superb.
I smoothly slid into 'her' parking space as she pulled around the corner. I could see the steam hissing out of her ears. I got out of the car with a large smirk on my face. Actually I was cackling like a Hyena with Pleurisy inside that smirk. She had to park around the front. If you can't drive it love you shouldn't fecking own it! Serves you right Madam.
Don't care if I've been bad tonight it was bloody worth it!
Muse x
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Shameful Trojans
I am grumpy - very bloody grumpy. In fact I may have to pick this computer up and hurl it through the window. I am obviously a stupid blond bint as I had the audacity to get a TROJAN! Feck, feck, feck! Oh the shame! I never even got to look at any porn sites and I GOT A TROJAN. The Trojan in question has so far taken three days of my precious time. I finally decided that I was bored looking at the laptop trying to boot up and finally contacted Penfold. Why DO people use laptops anyway? They are sooo...slow. I really do not get Laptops. Nothing but trouble if you ask me.
My problem is, I have been driving 'putes for about 25 years and have forgotten more than I have been taught. This means I have avoided all mentions of back ups, fragmenting discs and completely side stepped anything involving stuff that will delay me getting on with what I want to do. I asked my Pa to look at it a couple of days ago.
'You haven't done any back ups in THREE years...'
'You haven't deleted any files...'
'For Gods sake Lynette, you know about this stuff...'
OUCH! He used my 'given'....this means I am in the shit! I mumbled something about not knowing how to do these things and he walked away in disgust and threw a Windows Vista book at me. Can't say I blame him!
I drive a computer much in the same way as I drive a car. Impatiently, changing gears often and spouting lots of really really bad words beginning with the letter C. You are talking to 'Ms Road Rage' here. All that know me understand that I do not swear unless I am driving the 'pute or the car! I am bloody lucky to be alive considering that I have pulled at least two 6ft blokes out of their cars for cutting me up. I just cannot help it. I am usually a reasonable person but all that goes out of the window in the driving seat.
Cue Penfold. He dealt with my Trojan for two hours over the phone. I am in bits. I could no longer concentrate so he left me to it and we have round two tomorrow. Luckily Penfold does this for a living. Erm...what he actually does is deal with lots of impatient and utterly stupid people trying to cut corners and whinging when they end up in the Doo, Doo! He tells me there is money to be made doing this. Frankly my Dear, I wouldn't care if they paid me a million quid and hour for doing what he does because I would haul 'em out of their stupid leather computer chairs and bang their heads against their 19 inch touch screen!
In my defense I had to take The Git to the Dentist today.
Ms Stressy Knickers AKA Muse x
PS Thanks Penfold.
My problem is, I have been driving 'putes for about 25 years and have forgotten more than I have been taught. This means I have avoided all mentions of back ups, fragmenting discs and completely side stepped anything involving stuff that will delay me getting on with what I want to do. I asked my Pa to look at it a couple of days ago.
'You haven't done any back ups in THREE years...'
'You haven't deleted any files...'
'For Gods sake Lynette, you know about this stuff...'
OUCH! He used my 'given'....this means I am in the shit! I mumbled something about not knowing how to do these things and he walked away in disgust and threw a Windows Vista book at me. Can't say I blame him!
I drive a computer much in the same way as I drive a car. Impatiently, changing gears often and spouting lots of really really bad words beginning with the letter C. You are talking to 'Ms Road Rage' here. All that know me understand that I do not swear unless I am driving the 'pute or the car! I am bloody lucky to be alive considering that I have pulled at least two 6ft blokes out of their cars for cutting me up. I just cannot help it. I am usually a reasonable person but all that goes out of the window in the driving seat.
Cue Penfold. He dealt with my Trojan for two hours over the phone. I am in bits. I could no longer concentrate so he left me to it and we have round two tomorrow. Luckily Penfold does this for a living. Erm...what he actually does is deal with lots of impatient and utterly stupid people trying to cut corners and whinging when they end up in the Doo, Doo! He tells me there is money to be made doing this. Frankly my Dear, I wouldn't care if they paid me a million quid and hour for doing what he does because I would haul 'em out of their stupid leather computer chairs and bang their heads against their 19 inch touch screen!
In my defense I had to take The Git to the Dentist today.
Ms Stressy Knickers AKA Muse x
PS Thanks Penfold.
Saturday, 7 May 2011
Behind The Bike Sheds.
I am bleary eyed and my mind will not shut down. Why? Because I have discovered Twitter, thats why. I have avoided it for a long time. Sniffily declaring it was for saddo's that really should have something better to do. Get me!
Oh the joy of dropping in on an anothers life. Vacuous, periphery, inane and fecking brilliant. I sit here with the The Twitter tab open, eyes glazed, desperate to be accepted, followed. Twitter is the biggest school playground we have ever played Hopscotch in. One guy @tweetygeeky says "now following stars in our galaxy, will you be one of the lucky ones? ..". The desperation of wanting him to follow me, you can almost smell it. Oh, what a delicious challenge, it was almost as good as eyeing up the best looking boy in the class and praying he would deign to speak to you. @tweetygeeky has granted me absolution. I am one of the chosen few. I can now breathe again and whisper to myself how clever, beautiful, wonderful and talented I am!
The spiders web grows ever wider and I discover more and more connections, some of them , frail and friable, others strong and unbreakable. I am Borg like. I am part of The Collective!
Be Careful out There!
Muse x
PS @Donut_Child. Follow me...follow me....follow me....
Oh the joy of dropping in on an anothers life. Vacuous, periphery, inane and fecking brilliant. I sit here with the The Twitter tab open, eyes glazed, desperate to be accepted, followed. Twitter is the biggest school playground we have ever played Hopscotch in. One guy @tweetygeeky says "now following stars in our galaxy, will you be one of the lucky ones? ..". The desperation of wanting him to follow me, you can almost smell it. Oh, what a delicious challenge, it was almost as good as eyeing up the best looking boy in the class and praying he would deign to speak to you. @tweetygeeky has granted me absolution. I am one of the chosen few. I can now breathe again and whisper to myself how clever, beautiful, wonderful and talented I am!
The spiders web grows ever wider and I discover more and more connections, some of them , frail and friable, others strong and unbreakable. I am Borg like. I am part of The Collective!
Be Careful out There!
Muse x
PS @Donut_Child. Follow me...follow me....follow me....
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Random Acts of Kindness.
I have been thinking...yeah I know, a bit of a dangerous occupation! Through my Blogging and the Great God FB, I have met so many fabulous, endearing, arrogant, self serving, bewildering, humbling and amazing Human Beings that I have to talk about Random Acts of Kindness.
I have been grumpy of late and only managing to feel happy when the sun is shining. Perhaps I have become so insular that I have forgotten that giving is so much more satisfying than receiving. I started a new note book today. I can no longer write longhand, due to the fecking arm but can manage to keep a small book by my bed and scribble in it. I flicked through the old one. RAK's are mentioned. I have managed to hold a door open, give someone parking money, stop for someone who has broken down and lend someone my mobile.... Bland and Boring! I also leave books that I have read, on bus stops, in phone boxes and in restaurants/cafes. I delude myself, thinking that if I leave books in odd places, I may be encouraging people to read. Durr....
My other talent is feeding people. I usually go to my Hairdresser at teatime on a Thursday, when they are open until 9pm. I like to take them some 'tea'. It is called "Open Bribery and Corruption". Treat all Hairdressers, Window Cleaners and Nurses with great respect and you are guaranteed a good experience.
It seems to me that I must UP my game. I am dissatisfied with my life and despite searching the Net for a great 'RAKer', I can only find the likes of Bill Gates or some sickly sweet American sites, boasting of bland RAKs. Failing that I am overwhelmed by organized religious sites. Shiver! I wanted to give you stories of inspiration and hope but the only person I can think of is my mother. She is fondly known to us as Hyacinth (Mrs Bouquet). Look it up readers outside the UK....
My mother is a force to be reckoned with. My first memory of her RAK personality is at the age of nine. A child was hiding behind her skirts, whilst his mother yelled that she would kill him as he had cut all the heads off her beloved tulips with a pair of scissors. Oops! My mum had 4 kids under the age of five at one point and was always such a sweet and forgiving person.
My next tangle with her RAK mind was sitting at the dinner table on Christmas Day at the age of 17, whilst she searched the streets for someone worthy to share our Christmas Dinner with. She arrived back with a 'Gentleman of The Road'. He proceeded to eat his food, drink us dry and peed on his seat. I was (as a teenager) disgusted! This Christmas tradition continued and one Christmas I found myself in the passenger seat beside her. I think this was much more due to me trying to upset and bait my father, rather than doing a good deed. Oh! the years of the 'Gents of The Road' were great! The best Christmas I ever witnessed was when we were invited to a posh drinks party at the nauseating 'K's house. Put it this way, the daughter was probably doing her dad and I suspect her husband was doing her mum! The said 'Gent of The Road' was utterly blasted and gave us all quite a good show - oh... and he peed on their sofa - triffic!
My mother, did actually manage to open my mind and if I cook Christmas Dinner I am happy to get into the car and find someone having a crap time and bring them back. My mum is one of the great RAKers of life and continues to be so. I am not going to do Christmas with the Family this year. I am going to volunteer somewhere and probably have a better day than you. Blimey, that all sounds a bit patronising doesn't it? Nah, no prisoners taken here - just time I upped my game, thats all.
If any of you have a RAK you want to share then please do, because I am all out of ideas! The bigger the better folks....
Up to You.
Namaste
Muse x
I have been grumpy of late and only managing to feel happy when the sun is shining. Perhaps I have become so insular that I have forgotten that giving is so much more satisfying than receiving. I started a new note book today. I can no longer write longhand, due to the fecking arm but can manage to keep a small book by my bed and scribble in it. I flicked through the old one. RAK's are mentioned. I have managed to hold a door open, give someone parking money, stop for someone who has broken down and lend someone my mobile.... Bland and Boring! I also leave books that I have read, on bus stops, in phone boxes and in restaurants/cafes. I delude myself, thinking that if I leave books in odd places, I may be encouraging people to read. Durr....
My other talent is feeding people. I usually go to my Hairdresser at teatime on a Thursday, when they are open until 9pm. I like to take them some 'tea'. It is called "Open Bribery and Corruption". Treat all Hairdressers, Window Cleaners and Nurses with great respect and you are guaranteed a good experience.
It seems to me that I must UP my game. I am dissatisfied with my life and despite searching the Net for a great 'RAKer', I can only find the likes of Bill Gates or some sickly sweet American sites, boasting of bland RAKs. Failing that I am overwhelmed by organized religious sites. Shiver! I wanted to give you stories of inspiration and hope but the only person I can think of is my mother. She is fondly known to us as Hyacinth (Mrs Bouquet). Look it up readers outside the UK....
My mother is a force to be reckoned with. My first memory of her RAK personality is at the age of nine. A child was hiding behind her skirts, whilst his mother yelled that she would kill him as he had cut all the heads off her beloved tulips with a pair of scissors. Oops! My mum had 4 kids under the age of five at one point and was always such a sweet and forgiving person.
My next tangle with her RAK mind was sitting at the dinner table on Christmas Day at the age of 17, whilst she searched the streets for someone worthy to share our Christmas Dinner with. She arrived back with a 'Gentleman of The Road'. He proceeded to eat his food, drink us dry and peed on his seat. I was (as a teenager) disgusted! This Christmas tradition continued and one Christmas I found myself in the passenger seat beside her. I think this was much more due to me trying to upset and bait my father, rather than doing a good deed. Oh! the years of the 'Gents of The Road' were great! The best Christmas I ever witnessed was when we were invited to a posh drinks party at the nauseating 'K's house. Put it this way, the daughter was probably doing her dad and I suspect her husband was doing her mum! The said 'Gent of The Road' was utterly blasted and gave us all quite a good show - oh... and he peed on their sofa - triffic!
My mother, did actually manage to open my mind and if I cook Christmas Dinner I am happy to get into the car and find someone having a crap time and bring them back. My mum is one of the great RAKers of life and continues to be so. I am not going to do Christmas with the Family this year. I am going to volunteer somewhere and probably have a better day than you. Blimey, that all sounds a bit patronising doesn't it? Nah, no prisoners taken here - just time I upped my game, thats all.
If any of you have a RAK you want to share then please do, because I am all out of ideas! The bigger the better folks....
Up to You.
Namaste
Muse x
Wednesday, 4 May 2011
Stalking Catfish.
I stumbled across something called 'Stats' on Blogger a few weeks ago. Those that know me understand that I am Internet Savvy but prefer to ignore most of it and stick to the basics. I have no patience and need a personal trainer...if he looks like George Lamb then so much the better! Driving a computer is much like driving a car to me and believe me I suffer with incurable road rage. Not proud of it but that's how I'm made. I don't like foul language but get me in front of a wheel or a keyboard and a I can swear in 5 different languages not including Chinese! I digress. The 'Stats' I refer to are something that Blogger has introduced so that you can see who and where and how many times people are reading your Blog.
Blimey I thought, thats a bit Big Brother isn't it? Previous to this I had a little ticker counter on the bottom of Donut Child that was about as reliable as a dodgy motor bought from Arthur Daley, it kept resetting itself. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on Stats and found lots of people reading my Blog, all over the world. Some results were a bit worrying, I have 86 readers in Russia and 2 in Iran. The best bit is I am, apparently, a National Hero in Denmark! Whoo Hoo! Oh and the worst bit. One particular post has been read 526 times by the same guy.....shudder!
This brings me neatly onto the subject of the Documentary film Catfish made by brothers. Nev and Ariel Schulman. I am not going to go into the plot too much as it will spoil the film for those who have not seen it. You need to watch and/or review the film to understand where this Blog is coming from. Nev meets an 8 year old, prodigy artist on Facebook and befriends not only her, but her family. Nev is a dance photographer and Ariel is a film maker. What follows is a quite, mesmerising film but the Donut Child in me did not get sucked into the hype that is Catfish. Perhaps Nev and Ariel started to film events in innocence but I think the latter part of it was staged. The shots were too perfect.
I suppose that Catfish should serve as a warning to us all. We are entering uncharted waters. Or should I say, have entered. The Internet got so big, so fast that no authority in the world has a cat in hells chance of policing it. And thats the way I like it!!! So yeah, you can create an alter ego, the definition of which reads - A person's secondary or alternative personality. There is no harm in that. We all have an alter ego, whether it be inside our heads, the make up that females or males put on, the clothes we wear or the cheerful Tweets and FB posts that we deign to share with the world. FB and Twitter would be quite a turn off if we all posted how we really felt in everyday life. Catfish explores how FB and social networking sites can abuse the trust that we put in them. Big Deal! TV has done that for years, its called Propaganda folks....
The thing we all need to think about is EVERYTHING we put on the Internet cannot be deleted, it cannot be removed, you cannot even remove posts from Facebook now as (like me) many people have a separate email address dedicated to FB and the posts ping in to that email. Let me give you an example, a friend of mine was accused of a crime a couple of years ago. He was exonerated and proved to be totally innocent. Not before the press got hold of it though. He has spent a lot of time putting positive things on the Net to cover the nastiness that had been written about him. Why? Because he is a personality, a great philanthropist and as he puts it, 'a public domain'. The only way he can try and wipe out unfounded accusations is by spending time publicising his positive profile. It stinks for him but perhaps others are so stupid they do not realise or care what they are writing. All I can say is don't go running to your Ma when you get your fingers burned. Think about it..The Net is a bloody wonderful thing and used positively is changing the way we live our lives. Treat it with respect and don't be surprised if it comes right back at you and bites you in the bum!
Stay Safe
Muse x
Blimey I thought, thats a bit Big Brother isn't it? Previous to this I had a little ticker counter on the bottom of Donut Child that was about as reliable as a dodgy motor bought from Arthur Daley, it kept resetting itself. Imagine my surprise when I clicked on Stats and found lots of people reading my Blog, all over the world. Some results were a bit worrying, I have 86 readers in Russia and 2 in Iran. The best bit is I am, apparently, a National Hero in Denmark! Whoo Hoo! Oh and the worst bit. One particular post has been read 526 times by the same guy.....shudder!
This brings me neatly onto the subject of the Documentary film Catfish made by brothers. Nev and Ariel Schulman. I am not going to go into the plot too much as it will spoil the film for those who have not seen it. You need to watch and/or review the film to understand where this Blog is coming from. Nev meets an 8 year old, prodigy artist on Facebook and befriends not only her, but her family. Nev is a dance photographer and Ariel is a film maker. What follows is a quite, mesmerising film but the Donut Child in me did not get sucked into the hype that is Catfish. Perhaps Nev and Ariel started to film events in innocence but I think the latter part of it was staged. The shots were too perfect.
I suppose that Catfish should serve as a warning to us all. We are entering uncharted waters. Or should I say, have entered. The Internet got so big, so fast that no authority in the world has a cat in hells chance of policing it. And thats the way I like it!!! So yeah, you can create an alter ego, the definition of which reads - A person's secondary or alternative personality. There is no harm in that. We all have an alter ego, whether it be inside our heads, the make up that females or males put on, the clothes we wear or the cheerful Tweets and FB posts that we deign to share with the world. FB and Twitter would be quite a turn off if we all posted how we really felt in everyday life. Catfish explores how FB and social networking sites can abuse the trust that we put in them. Big Deal! TV has done that for years, its called Propaganda folks....
The thing we all need to think about is EVERYTHING we put on the Internet cannot be deleted, it cannot be removed, you cannot even remove posts from Facebook now as (like me) many people have a separate email address dedicated to FB and the posts ping in to that email. Let me give you an example, a friend of mine was accused of a crime a couple of years ago. He was exonerated and proved to be totally innocent. Not before the press got hold of it though. He has spent a lot of time putting positive things on the Net to cover the nastiness that had been written about him. Why? Because he is a personality, a great philanthropist and as he puts it, 'a public domain'. The only way he can try and wipe out unfounded accusations is by spending time publicising his positive profile. It stinks for him but perhaps others are so stupid they do not realise or care what they are writing. All I can say is don't go running to your Ma when you get your fingers burned. Think about it..The Net is a bloody wonderful thing and used positively is changing the way we live our lives. Treat it with respect and don't be surprised if it comes right back at you and bites you in the bum!
Stay Safe
Muse x
Monday, 2 May 2011
Royal Weddings and Grumpiness.
The week before The Royal Wedding (hereafter known as TRW) hacked me off. The Media speculation as to what may or may not happen made me grumpy. I don't mind a bit of a Royal Knees Up, after all I am a Brit and am very proud of our Queen. Charlie and Camilla can bugger off as far as I am concerned - puppets of the establishment, hedonistic and arrogant.
I never really got to grips with the Nations worship of Princess Di? I didn't get all the howling and National grief thing when she tragically died. Nice Sloany girl, fed to a pair of lions named Charlie and Camilla like a sacrifice. I felt sorry for her, desperately sorry and was sad that she had, had to cope with some seriously nasty people, in order to survive. Still, she knew what she was doing with the Press and used them to her own advantage. It all got a bit 'Dynasty' there for a few years.
After the week of Media frenzy, prior to TRW I had, had enough. I got very little sleep the night before and popped a sleeping pill at 4am in desperation. I stuck the duvet over my head and slept blissfully through the whole thing. Bad Muse! My mother phoned me at about 4pm, asking my opinion of the dress etc. As I had just crawled out of the shower, I mumbled that I loved the dress etc... not having seen a damn thing!
At this point I thought I had better switch on the box and catch up with all things Royal and gushing Media Shite! All my preconceptions were shot down in flames and I did have a tear or two as he said 'You look beautiful' to her as she stood beside him at the altar. My faith in Romance has been restored. William must have known that his words would be read but it seems he was determined to make it their day as well as the Nations. Good luck to them, they will need it.
I have just watched a film called The Young Victoria. I thoroughly enjoyed it as was in the mood for a bit of a Costume Flick. It has sat in my DVD collection for the last 6 months and it finally got dusted off tonight. Now there was a Royal Court to be bloody scared of. Victoria must have been a very strong woman to go through what she did. Her accession to the throne was difficult to say the least but after 9 children and a reign of 63 years and 216 days, she became our longest serving British Monarch. Our own Queen is a close second at 59 years and 84 days. Interestingly Charlie has recently become the longest serving king-in-waiting in British history.
Seems there is a god after all!
Be Careful out there.
Muse x
I never really got to grips with the Nations worship of Princess Di? I didn't get all the howling and National grief thing when she tragically died. Nice Sloany girl, fed to a pair of lions named Charlie and Camilla like a sacrifice. I felt sorry for her, desperately sorry and was sad that she had, had to cope with some seriously nasty people, in order to survive. Still, she knew what she was doing with the Press and used them to her own advantage. It all got a bit 'Dynasty' there for a few years.
After the week of Media frenzy, prior to TRW I had, had enough. I got very little sleep the night before and popped a sleeping pill at 4am in desperation. I stuck the duvet over my head and slept blissfully through the whole thing. Bad Muse! My mother phoned me at about 4pm, asking my opinion of the dress etc. As I had just crawled out of the shower, I mumbled that I loved the dress etc... not having seen a damn thing!
At this point I thought I had better switch on the box and catch up with all things Royal and gushing Media Shite! All my preconceptions were shot down in flames and I did have a tear or two as he said 'You look beautiful' to her as she stood beside him at the altar. My faith in Romance has been restored. William must have known that his words would be read but it seems he was determined to make it their day as well as the Nations. Good luck to them, they will need it.
I have just watched a film called The Young Victoria. I thoroughly enjoyed it as was in the mood for a bit of a Costume Flick. It has sat in my DVD collection for the last 6 months and it finally got dusted off tonight. Now there was a Royal Court to be bloody scared of. Victoria must have been a very strong woman to go through what she did. Her accession to the throne was difficult to say the least but after 9 children and a reign of 63 years and 216 days, she became our longest serving British Monarch. Our own Queen is a close second at 59 years and 84 days. Interestingly Charlie has recently become the longest serving king-in-waiting in British history.
Seems there is a god after all!
Be Careful out there.
Muse x
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