Cup of tea....?

I've not been on here for a few months, what can I say, I've been a busy lass. I suppose that's no excuse really is it, but you know me, I only say something if I have something to say or I'm bored and fancy whittering on for a few minutes.

A lot has happened since we last met and we shared a cup of tea and a kitkat. Not all of it is worth telling you, some of it is just self-preservation and some of it is just boring and you'd be waving me ta-ra before you'd finished the paragraph. I can tell you I turned 37 (I know, I don't look a day over 26, ahem), got so disgustingly drunk I'm now completely tee-total (apart from a cheeky drink at my works Christmas do in a few weeks), and I'm trying to get my arse into gear with Uni work....and failing completely miserably, but we all can't be good at everything.

As you all know I write, not as often as I should or anything that's going to win me the next Man Booker Prize, but I like to do it for catharsis and therapy. The other day I found something I wrote about 6 years ago. It's probably the most honest thing I've ever written and it was a big blast from the past, but also a huge insight to where my life was at the time and how much I've moved on since then. It felt like I was going back and reading my old teenage diary, like I was invading my own privacy. I didn't read it all, just the first page, that was enough, it's best left in the past.

I've been on a bit of a book buying frenzy recently and I've been buying books I've never read, should read and some for just pure indulgence. It makes a change from buying clothes and shoes all the time.....ooooh I really do need to go shoe shopping though.

It's not arf gone cold now hasn't it? It seems like summer, or what we very very loosely called a summer...lets face it, it was just warmer rain, was so long ago. I hate the cold, I'm so nesh it's pathetic, anything cooler than 15 degrees and I'm ready to get out the blankets and put the heating on.

Well, I think it's time for me to put the kettle on. A friend recently called me a tea whore, and I can hardly deny it :)

Hopefully, I won't leave it as long next time.

Till next time....x

P.S. I'm going to see Bryan Adams in two weeks and I'm so excited I might literally wet myself!

It's not neglect, it's tough love.....

Ok, I'm here. Yes, I know, I know, I won't insult your intelligence with excuses, but I'm here and alive and sat in on a Saturday night with a glass of lemonade and 2 cats for company. Wooo, rock and roll!

So what's been happening, have I missed much? Shall I put the kettle on and we can have a bloody good gossip? Hello to my new followers too, you are both very kind indeed and are welcome anytime for a cuppa tea and a kit kat.

Not that I'm all about myself but I suppose I should tell you what I've been up to since I've not been around for nye on three months. In my defence I have been busy, I've been a bridesmaid for the fourth time for my brother and his lovely wife, Dani. It was a lovely day, really nice and relaxing. The studies have been busy and I'm presenting my first academic paper on Lord Byron on 25 May. Yup, squeaky bum time because all I know about Byron is he was a Lord....and a man.....! Stunning revelation that is, not sure I can eek it out into 15 minutes though, I'll give it a damn good try.

I've also taken over at the Black Market Review, http://www.blackmarketreview.com/as Editor in Chief (well I will do once the current edition has been published). To say I'm nervous about it, is an understatement, but it's a challenge and one which hopefully I won't fuck up. If you get a chance, please have a look at it, it really is very good.

There's been more domestics with my neighbours next door than on your average weekly Eastenders plot. It really does make for a fascinating listen on a boring Thursday night. Several evenings have passed with door slamming, crying and shouting of 'your an evil bastard you are'. Ahhh, and who could forget the Polish love muscle from Flat 2 and his infamous 3 second knee tremblers. You'd think I live in the doldrums somewhere, I don't, I only live in Southport.

Well my beauties I think I shall leave it there for now. If you have any gossip you think I'd love (and I do love a gossip) then pass it on.

I'm going to see Elbow tomorrow night at the Echo Arena and to say I am excited is an understatement. I will be worshipping at the feet of Guy Garvey like a lyric obsessed junkie (his lyrics are my kind of poetry).

Good night all.

Till next time...x

Today of all days.....

Firstly, I would like to thank everyone for their lovely, kind birthday wishes. I never realised I was so popular, hahaha. Thank you though, it means a lot. I'm now in bed with a cuppa and a piece of cake, damn fine way to spend a birthday i reckon.

Secondly, yes I know it's only been 24 hours but I'm going to moan....what's with the weather. St Swithen will you bugger off with your persistent pissing down. Not only has it meant i've had a very soggy birthday but also it doesn't half put a dampner (pardon the pun) on the summer. Get it sorted!!! Maybe it's my own fault to be honest, I was whittering on the other week about the smell of the summer rain, think I may have jibbered on a bit to much about it. Just goes to show, be careful what you wish for.

Anyway, my moan is over I just hope the weather picks up by the weekend otherwise I'll be wearing flippers and a snorkel to go shopping instead of a dress and flip flops.

I just want to say a big congratulations to the third years who graduated today....scary thought, that'll be me in two years!

Till next time....x

Hallelujah....

The sun it is a shining and with it some warmth and happiness.

I've just come back from having lunch with one of my friends, and for the first time since September last year we sat outside and stuffed our faces. It was heavenly, I think I may even have added to my freckle count too.

Don't get me wrong there's still a slight chill in the air but the sun's out and everything seems to be ok with the world....well for now, I'm sure I can find something to moan about just give me a bit of time.

Last night I went to a book reading by Jenn Ashworth at uni and it was really good (sorry to rub it in Martin!). Jenn's book A Kind of Intimacy is an absolute must read, it's very funny and is very northern, in sense of humour as well as setting. Jenn also writes a blog too, Every Day I Lie a Little, which I follow on here too.

As a newby writer myself it's great to go to things like this because it's always interesting to hear how other people write, where they get their inspiration from, motivation etc etc., and it also gives you the spur to carry on with your own writing because you know that you're not the only one with writers block sat there trying to figure out how to link 2 things together with absolutely no clue, so after 14 cups of tea, cleaning out the cat litter tray and scrubbing the loo to try and take your mind off it, you fnally get the spark.

I find staring at a blank computer screen (with it switched on...obviously) the most daunting thing ever, but I know writing is what I want to do with the rest of my days, so I keep staring till it all falls into place.

Anyway, on that note I'm off to make a cuppa and clean out the litter tray....

Till next time....x