something from nothing

Trina :: Gig-a-gig




...and so to relax i've just had a bath with the bathbomb that gore bought me for xmas {or was it my birthday? hmmm...}. For a moment i felt as though i were lying in a pond - a warm pond - with petals in yellow water all around me. For a moment i was a mermaid. A big fish in a small pond.


The pressure seems to be on lately to pull my finger out. My life seems to be deadline after deadline after deadline after deadline and i've been doing a lot of whinging and yawning and whinging as a result.

Today i stayed in the library until long after dark and everyone else had left. It was both eery and nice to be up there on my own. And when i left i felt satisfied that i had achieved something. Always good.

A few of us went to a music free jazz shindig put on by KneeKnees and Good Name For A Racehorse. I enjoyed it much more than i was expecting to. I wish i'd taken some photos, but i'm conscious of being the girl with the camera annoying everyone with flash photography. I also discovered that Becky cannot whisper. Her whispers are very quiet shouts. I had this suspicion after attempting to go to the cinema with her and Tris the other day to see The Perverts Guide To Cinema when her whispers turned the heads of the people on the front row.

The Perverts Guide To Cinema was really good. I'm not sure how much of it actually went in. And i'm not sure how much of that is because the content was a little mind-blowing in itself or because of Becky's constant poking and whispering.She has ants in her pants. Next time i'm going to bring tape and request that she sits on her hands.
So, in conclusion, i'd like to buy it on dvd and watch it in my own time and space. Preferably with the aid of the 'Stop', 'Rewind' and 'Play' buttons on my remote control...




Jeffers and i have both been suffering from the grey sky blues recently so we decided to go on an adventure yesterday to Cromford and a little bookshop/cafe there by the river that Tris recommended. After being stuck in traffic for an hour and getting lost, we finally reached the bookshop. Packed from bottom to top, in every nook and cranny, with books the shop smelt like the bookshops of days gone by; musty. And right at the very top of the shop hid a little organic cafe with green walls and tasty scones. We went for a walk along the canal and then sat in a snug corner, drank tea and ate apple crumble. This is what Jefferys are good for.