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OH...here I am again.Don't know what happened there...one minute I was floating around the ether then...kapow!...Lardy and I got back on the case and I AM NOW A BLOGGER AGAIN! Lovely I've been keeping up the tiny scribblings in the ol' pocket diaries since I was last here and I'll do my 'This time last year' spot as a little retrospect leands it's self to a more scathing, honest interpretation of

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I'd had my beady little eye on him most of the evening.i was in one of those moods to watch other people anyway...and planned to keep my big mouth shut for once. I did so for as long as I could but in my silence I'd had the internal dialogue and was dying to air it. I went right up to him and told him that my very good pal really fancied him. He looked intregued and glanced around the room. "Yes,

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This time last year... The house in Graham Road had been quiet all Summer. I just was getting on with things. We made a sitting room up stairs that people had to walk through to get to the kitchen on the other side of the house (rather, the other house as our sqwat was two houses knocked through to join at the top). An entertaining spot, I'll say. I hadn't had a t.v. since moving to London and no

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Hope all is well with you. Please give Jonti Tripper my phone number as he's lost his phone and my no. in it. I phoned his phone last week and this gormless bint answered and I told her to put his chip into an envelope marked Jonty Tripper and shove it into The Port and she went "eeeeeeh..." so I guess she was a bit too thick to manage that. I'm comin up to Edinb. with Lardydah and two mad women

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Back in The Dalston Library. Been a while. Last night ,as I was kinckin' back,thinkin aboot sandwiches, a young lad "Ratsay" come roon ooor sqwat. He scranned some bacon sarnae thein went rinsed ma room. Ma 'phone. Aye, ya wee shite.SHITE So you will not be able to me contacto on ye ol' telephono baez. Hmmmm. A slightly bigger than wee crew o' us went scouring the streets to no avail and as if by

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Woo woo wooo...I'm back! Terrible thing, the ol' writers' block. Full time work for two weeks has had an adverse affect on my digital ramblings. Really, I've nothing to say but that must be the lamest excuse I've ever heard from any bull-shitter. Righti-ho...next week I'm starting Theme Blogs Them. A weekly theme of complete and utter drivel, laced with a few nungi-nung nuggets, and maybe some

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I am taking a break from blogging for a while. I didn't think I'd feel so bereft of my 'This time last year...' slot, but I do, so there... When I was writing it it was like I re-lived those times. Now I am re-living that strange feeling of coming to terms with life as usual. Just get on with it. I've got new and strange subjects to blog about, but not now. Two weeks off should do the trick...

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Respect Festival: totally faberoonies & an 'arf. This time last year...(at last, the last!) Fulfilling the promise of hair doos doing, Vague Voguer's hair high-lighting started to make me nauseous. All that poking the hair out with the crochet needle thing though the rain cap made me want to vom. Maybe it was just nerves: the final part of my journey imminent. V.V put that song on: 'And I love

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Just in time to blog-on-a-Friday. And nuffink to say. Wheyhay!!! Love love love Ruth xxx

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Surrealaine has graced Hackney with her presence. Indonesia, surely, misses her v. muchly. In an attempt to align days, rather than dates, I've hit a very wierd one with... one of the last installments of... ...This time last year.... My last day in NYC, my last day of one of the hugest things I've ever endeavoured in my life. Let's go shopping! I sat on the stoop of the hostel that final

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This time last year... I'd decided to move to a more cost effective hostel, hopefully with a kitchen. I arrived in Harlem on the Sunday afternoon, worst for wear but what's new?! The place was alot more relaxed than the Aladden and the kitchen was a great social space. I went out and bought loads of grub. Around tea time everyone was complimenting the cooking smells so I offered to share the meal

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Bright and early I ventured out for coffee. I was now on a slightly more serene cloud nine. I sat on a wall outside a cafe so's I could enjoy a ciggie and to watch the way the people and traffic moved (most revealing in any society). I had a psychic experience just then and will (maybe) write about it another time (you think I'm mad, don't you?!) Anyway, too much to do, so little time to do it, I

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It's not that my life at the mo is not exciting or anything, it's just that I feel more of a burning desire to get this travel blog scrambled to a conclusion. I felt like that too... ...This time last year... Another mad dash for another airport. I had been diligently negotiating the Mexico underground during my stay and realised I'd be better off getting that so's arrive by the skin o' my

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This time last year... Getting the hang of major cities seemed to becoming second nature to me. I loved those final few days in Mexico; trawling around tacky shops, snapping up taudry religous memorabilia, visiting art galleries, museums, going out eating...even doing hand-washing in hotel sinks as part of my routine had become almost comforting. On the road, huh?! I wanted to aquire a Mexico

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This time last year... That gastly, shocky morning I went out to buy spinach; I needed spinash...bad. I met two lassies in the kitchen who were such a good help to me when I relayed my night bus experience. I shared my spinach with them then we got laughing and went out looking for more food. Great company they were. We planned to visit the natural wonder known as the Hievre del Aqua the next

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One of my friends has been diagnosed with Pnuemonia. He was staying at my house when he suddenly fell ill. I was helpless in his plight and kept recommending he go back to Croydon or to hospital...I am not nurse-maid material, I kept telling him. So, when I was out gallevanting he was lying there, sweating for England, poor b*st*rd. When he looked well enough I shoved him into a taxi Croydon

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www.enroutemag.com. An interesting July feature, I think you'll agree...autoblography...at it's very finest. Yeah, yeah yeah. "!" Just baCK FROM THE oASIS GIG IN fINSBURY pARK. rEALLY AMAZING VIBE AND SONGS GOT US ROCKIN' TO WAY ON.Cap locks, eh! Lardydah, Fingas...I love you to bits, OK!? love Ruth xxx This time last year... The waves at any of the beaches were lovely to watch but

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Well, I'm hardly a Bill Bryson. One, I'm not that witty. Two, I meet and hang out with far more people than him. Three, (as far as I know) he isn't a blogger. I was thinking of his writings, especially 'Notes From a Small Country' on my way to the library. It is f**kin brilliant. I had a wee wait to get on the computer so I went a-trawlin' around the bookshelves for a sniff. I came across '

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This time last year... I enjoyed roaming around Oaxaca in the morning. I stopped to look through a Mexican magazine pinned up outside a newsagents. Suddenly this clown's face craned round to mine. Totaly radge, man! Clowns still put the shits up me. I followed him around for a bit, checking his elaborate regalia. He turned around swiftly at one piont and stared at me. He was good! I realised that

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This time last year... I awoke early and went wandering. Signs for the Historical Area led me a merry dance. I found myself on dogey, dodgey streets; desperate looking guys cased me at every corner. Yikes! I found a main road and beat a hastey retreat back to my locale. Ok then, where next? I'd been recommended the town of Oaxaca (pronounced 'Wahaca'). It was six hours away by bus. What beautiful

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Scuppered palns to jump up to EdinB left me with just enough time to complete my application for the dance project funding I have decided I deserve. No mean feat...perhaps eight hours banging away on the computer trying to present my case. Yawee, but that's it done! Done it!!! This time last year... Wandering around Mexico City without a guide book was fine. I stumbled upon the Zona Rosa; the

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This time last year... The shuttle bus booked to take me to the airport waited an extra five minutes for me to get my shit together. I was in some shape, oh deari me... The flight was rather unpleasant but I'd made it! Mexico. Chawawa woo woo woo! I hung around the airport cafe trying to get my bearings. The only way into town was by taxi, a rather steep tarrif was asked. I thought I'd wait

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This time last year... Here's the email I sent Gollocks, the crazy zitar student I'd met in Pushkar, Rajasthan earlier in the year. It still blows my mind!!! Hi Gollocks,nice to hear from you!!! I was last in LA early June. I'd slowly traversed the natural wonders of CA then zoomed down the coast road from San Fran and found myself with only an evening to spare in your wild city.I tried to

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Lardydah's off to Glasters. I'm off to EdinB. We're all off oor trollies! Dinki-dink brrrrrh blulloooop! Talking of which, where's CheekilySweet gone?! Tomorrow's blog falls into the 'must read' catagory. This time last year... Quite a wee posse of us went to the fun fair to get the special offer roller-coaster tickets. We walked along the beach grimicing at the American versions of Blackpool

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On the Saturday morning I grabbed the BART back from Freemont (Silicon Valley). I was not as hungover as ought to have been. The nite before had been pretty wild party-on-down time with the computer wizards (another story!) As we reached the Mission I could feel Pride getting going to a fine old start. 'Me too, me too!' my thoughts jibbered excitedly. I got glittered up to the maxi and nearly ran

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This time last year...(and a wee bit more) So, thatSaturday night, my first in Frisco, I joined the Irish crew, all of us squeezed into there room downing the bevvy good style. We ventured out to the bar along the road called Cha Cha Cha's and the guys got talking to a famous base ball player of old. He wore the big f**k off ring that such celebs are presented. I asked for a deek then showed him

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Cycling furiously from work in Camden to Leytonstone so's not to be too late for Capoiera workshop got the ol' blood pumpin'. The usual crew were hanging about outside the Gallery with an unmistakable expectant vibe. Weird clothes on too. "Amn't I late?" I was sure I was. "No,capoeira class is at Stonehenge" Sedecoration beamed. "Ooooh!" I suddenly got a surge of excitement in my belly...maybe I

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The warm weather has everyone in Hackney out in the wildest, most imaginative costumes...like they've been planning their out-fits for the last ten months. Quite invigourating! But I have to report a rather disturbing clothing faux pas that was on display for all to see, worn without even a hint of irony; those a-symetrical tops with the one shoulder strap? Well this very well built lady was

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Far too early! The library is practicaly deserted and my brain isn't on full radgerblog tilt. This time last year... I couldn't wait for 'Frisco a minute more. We'd bought new tapes for the journey, Lenny Krevitz, Ice T, and Fat Boy Slim. As we hurtled along the freeway I was practically chewing the car furniture with excitement. It was at this time that the girls realised what a complete nutter

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Lardydah & CheekilySweet were doing the hussle with the gallery programmes most efficiently. My ill-defined role as punter/eccentric person/alchi would normally suit me down to the ground but just as Graham Norton walked in the hall I suddenly felt at odds with myself. But Graham's charm and warmth soon broke through everyones edginess. The converted old nunnery houses forty artists. Graham had

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Bloggin' was on my mind as I woke up this mornin'. It's a strange ol' medium I thought out loud to mysel'. Cheekily Sweet said that RadgerBlogger was very readable and she appreciated that I don't bear my sole. Lardydah has it on her home page ( now, that is a compliment way on high) and that she hangs on every word. CyberSlut loves to be updated on the on-goings of radgeness, home & away, bless

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Too busy on Tuesdays, library closed on Wednesdays and today UNISON are on strike so I've spashed out and paid 50p for half an hour on el internet shopo cumputero. This time last year... Full of excitement and muesli, driving up out of the desert and into forested altitudes anew we came across the Grand Canyon. How small and awe-struck we really were. My poetical attempts at any substantual

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Now, I really do have to get a grip and be more of a consistant blogger, or it's just not going to work! This time last year... The evening after the coffee on Rodeo Drive (days and days ago!!!) I got f**ked up on the buses and there was a serious lack of side walk leading to the hostle. Aaaaarg! I could see it but unless you went by road you could not walk to it. I thought myself clever

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Ooh deari me! Nearly forgot to say that Kingston Green Fair was a roaring success! I really enjoyed the whole day; it was a giggle. Kathak Dance was well appreciated even though I f**ked up a few spins because of the rubber flooring on the stage, ach well, no-one claimed to have noticed. Earlier there had been some very interesting demonstrations of yoga and this thing called inversion therapy

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This time last year... Well, that was me in li'le ol' L.A.! The long long flight thro' the night was pretty ok. I had two seats to curl up on and one of those nicorette inhalers to wheeze on. I didn't have a clue where I was going to stay but a lass in Sydney said that there was a good information desk at the airport and right enough; within half an hour of going through passport control a

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Having to re-write some dance moves as my memory is not quite what it used to be (and my 'short-hand' notes are just confusing). I haven't touched the peice I want to perform on Monday for nearly a year. I really am quite enjoying the challenge but am having to pull out loads of skelfs from my feet because my floor boards, I'm guessing, aren't quite what they used to be! Time to apply for dance

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Ooh, it's exciting! At The Kingston Green Fair on Monday I'll be performing Kathak and doing a mini-workshop at the 'Sacred Dance' stage. My sqwat-mates (WeeYin & HugeYin) are incredibly good-natured about my banging about, sorting out foot-rhythms, the music blaring etc. WeeYin said that he lived next-door to a Flamenco Dancer, a while back, who prefered early mornings to practice so he feels

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Last nite at Gallery 491 'Michelles Meta-conceptual Cabaret' went like a dream. A Capoiera group from South London came up to do twenty minutes of astounding moves, a Polish band (I think they were Polish) played into the night after many a whacky act was performed. I'd been at the Gallery the nite before for the African drumming session, which was utterly amazing, so by this morning, as I was

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My reasons for not having a comment system on me blogspot, at first, was because I thought that I might be too sensitive to your opinions or even criticisms. I get enough in real life, believe me! When I was up in EdinB CyberSlut and I tried our damndest to get a lo-tech comment system up & running ie: my eddress in my template, nae luck, like. If there's anyone out there wanting to write to me,

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Last week was the most sobber, relaxing, healthy week I've had in a long, long time. Nae money, see?! The best way to deal with London while skint is to sit in and read, shuffle paper around, go for strolls and wait for the Giro! I loved it, then the Giro happened and how drunk I got on Saturday nite is anyone's guess! Too wobbly to find the Underground Sound System party near Limehouse...so back

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This time last year... Woke up feeling physically fitter than one would expect and sat out in the morning sun for a ciggie. It was then I felt something was not quite right with the ol' vibe. I dunno, I just got a sense that I was going to be in the way of VP & BH. It's all very well being a guest for a while but then real life kicks in and you KNOW! I decided to take myself off to The Rainbow

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This time last year... It had been a full on week in Melbourne and after all the hurtling about in cars (me and Gone Shone did some really crazy driving around the Dandenong Ranges & Frazer Island a le weekend (I'm so surprised to this day that I am alive after that...)) and all the mad cloobin' ( Freakazoids Saturday nite, Commercial Lounge Sunday morning, and a mad wee place called 161 on

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I may be a complete space cadet but I know when to count my blessings. I stood there in my new room having swept it AGAIN, waiting for the dust to settle and suddenly I realised that the last grueling three months of being newly back in town is stating to pay off...more offers of session work at The Centre, Kathak Dance workshops set up, a new bike, great new AND old friends, health as good as be

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"Love & anarchy starts @ home...!" I thought out loud to myself, happy, on the morn of May the First. Knowing it was time to move, not wanting to hassle anyone for a lift I moved all my tat from the old to the new sqwat. The sun shone and I spent the whole day trudging from one to the other with as much as I could carry at any one time. Maybe five trips; plenty time to take stock and gradually

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"Cheekily Sweet!" That's what she said! Cheekily sweet, I ask you!!! She leaned over the table in the theatre bar and proceeded to tell us the difference between heaven and hell, eyes slightly bulging, neck muscled taught, honing her way to break it to us gently. The analysis. Here it is: "Hell, that's when you die and there's a lifetime of film and it's all about YOU, you know, EVERYTHING about

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The light in Edinburgh, when first arriving, always sends me on a wonderous visual vouyage. We drove through the hills south of the city at about 5am, low clouds shrouding the squat hills, grey light mystifying the scene that beheld us. We sighed... Quick winds blew the fluffy, bumpy clouds across a bright, bright crisp blue ciel at mid-day as we awoke from our well earned rest. Not quite warm in

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Events can move at break-neck speed. No time to write. Moving sqwat. Meeting a real porn star. Organising dance workshops at the 491 Gallery,Fridays at 6pm-7.30pm. Going to Scotland on Friday. Funeral on Thursday. Voluntary work in 13 mins time....

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The thing is,ya cannae kid a kidder. I fyer gonna tack the ol' shmackerooni dinnaea cum tae me whin yir deed,righ'? Tak i' fae me...am no gunni moov inti a perfectly deesent sqwat wi' yi last thingi a' need is yi f**kinm diin on my,f**kin righ' We could have got a good place togethr...too bad...too late. Huhhhhhhhh Love you Loads,byeeee *r* c ya L8R

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I'm going up to Scotland next week (plus one) for Tam Dean-Burns' show in Glasgow, so that means EdinB gets a wee visit, cannae wait. Though I've many exciting new things going on here that need my attention I can't resist Scotland at this time of year; not too cold and not too many tourists, yum. I find out on Thursay if I have job with Centre404, a charity for people with learning disabilities,

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Not going to go on about it much but the last few days have been awe-inspitingly intense...just on our way to the punks piknic in New Cross after jumpin' about with Lardydah&Fingers for the nite. I done a great gig in Leytonstone earlier. Kathak Dance.The place is called 491 Gallery on Grovegreen Road. Plenty workshops , loads goin' on... love it! This time last year... After the mini-tour of

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Blog a long time coming. I keep lunching out my library computer booking as something always seems to crop up between phoning and my alloted time, excuses, excuses, eh? The sqwatted swimming pool in Haggerston, just over the road from Vague Voguer's old flat, had a smashing party on Friday nite. All the pool paraphernalia had the new role of decoration, which made me smile. The lane dividers and

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ANOTHER havin' it weekend! If only my career was going so well!!! Och well, those tings take some time. Luckily I'm a very patient (and unluckily skint) woman. On Friday evening around ten guests came for dinner, all bringing a dish to contribute. Polish recipes, salads, cauliflower/broccily bake, tatties, ratatoui(spelling!) and les pieces des resistances: banoffi pie & kiwi cheese cake, made by

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A flurry of job applying and passport sorting and corresponding has taken up my last few days. It's about time I stop writing lists and actually DO the gawd damn things! Spring makes me like this sometimes, after all, can't stay in bed all day wanking!!! (or can I?) Aaaaanyway! Some new pals of mine are talking about cracking a new sqwat. I fancy a change of 'scenery' (what scenery? With no

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Friday evening was the quietist time that I've had in ages. Then,suddenly, at around 1am things livened up considerably. Two pals (new pals) turned up and we drove to a party @ The Dungeons in Leabridge Rd. What an excellento nicht too! So it was. I'll go on about it for a bit L8R,ok? 128 Hoxton Market...most commendable art exhib. going on. Films, installations, interactive art at it's finest.

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Hoorah! The sun poked it's wee face out again today so I wandered down to Dalston Market to by some tawdry items and really, to bask a little in the sun's rays,mmmmh. Yesterday I dragged myself out-doors even though it pissed down all day. I trudged thro' The City to find the wobbly bridge leading to the Tate Modern, wobbled over to the magnificent old power station-turned-art gallery and

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Waaaaw! In the most excellent building with hun'ers of computers and a wood-turning woorkshop down'stairs. Right opposite a rather green bit of 'Ackney,cannae beleive how on it this place is. We walked thro' all the dodgie housing schemes to get here, me questioning all the time "Are we there yet?" ect. Really getting on my pals' tits, oh well! Wurf i' in the end, yeah,yeah....oh yeah. Oh, a

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Lardydah just said, as I was putting away some old beer cans, "You can come round any time". She swiftly added "And you do!". Tell it like it is, babes!!!

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DJ BitchBlaster is playing a f**Ked up set of ska & punk @ The Perseverance. She's a wicked DJ and she is...ME!!! Haven't messed with the wheels o' steel in public 4 ages. Should be a healthy challenge. It's 888888's birthday (haven't got her blog-name quite right yet!) and it's all her 7" singles so I have to be damn careful not to scratch/loose any of them, even more of a challenge. Have

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Well...the whole evening at the Foundry was a roaring success,totally magic! The poetry rad as you like and alot of it belly-hurtingly funny. The compering and the organisation swam most smoothly. The music rang out like a dream and the dance? Yes, the dance went sooooo well! I loved it, I loved the audience, the whole vibe just happened, man!!! And we're goin' to do it all again soon. You bet

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At last!, Fingers Knees & Toes has edited the music for the gig on Sunday. I started to seriously panic last night as I've still to choreogragh an eight minute piece; classical poetry to full on Tabla to my wierd idea of contemporary. Things are shaping up and about time too. The Foundry near Old Street tube is such an excellent venue; the poetry nites are on Sundays and a Mr Relax will be

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Can't get up the road the now. Sorry. I did try.

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Been a very very VERY hard couple of days. Jim Toner has died and I took some time to fully absorb the news...getting pissed and off my head did not, I repeat did not help in the slightest. Bloody hell, life just keeps going on with me on board so I have to go along for the ride, rocky or otherwise...RIP Jim, we'll all miss you honey... Lardydah came and rescued me last night and bunged me in

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Yeeha! I'm now a fully signd-up member of Hackney Libraries and therefore have free internet access. Totally delighted! It's sunny outside and really I should be going walkies but let me play with my new toy. I had meant to go and visit the 'wobbly bridge' but am going to wait for someone special to accompany me. The Tate Modern could do with a wee visit too... Yesterday ,at about 3pm, all my

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Monday morning again.I have decided to embrace this time of the week and actually DO something. I now have addressed ID so I can join the library and use their computer. I've been showen how to use a floppy disc and am most impressed.It's funny to think that up until late November wild horses couldn't have dragged me near this set-up and because of Blogging look at me now! Not quite a whizz kid

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Started off with such zeal and enthuesiasim and ended up at Easyeveergtbing and was tha t passion thwarted or woyt? Sooooo,here I am. Mind have employed (voluntary,all the better) me. We're setting up a music workshop. I will do basic skills for some time then it's time for learning through music and dance. Nothing signed on the dotted line but I know it's time to learn with eachother,don't you?

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Another wild weekend under me belt and happy to set about some realities of a different nature. Going for a job as an usher at the London Dungeons. Don't care if I get it, it's nice to imagine for just a little while; me blabbering on about stuff to a captive audience(ha ha haaa!) who knows? This time last year... Quite a strange gig all in all. The tiniest dance stage ever but hey! Ms

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Temporary Autonomous Art part 4. Just round from Farringdon Road tube, in the old Jazz Bistro. It's a sqwat now but I used to go to Olly and Gerry's gigs of a Friday oh, way back when...had some great nites, movin' it, groovin' it, you know what I mean. Last nites exhibition cum perty was fantastic. Some great work for us to see and brilliant music. The crowd were a very interesting bunch but

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Yikes! Back in the saddle on the London streets and shitting it ! Thinking of doing the ol' cycle couriering malarki again may be a silly idea; self preservation wins the day, me thinks. Have been applying for the oddest jobs in the Jobcentre, what will be, will be, what will I be? Am I anyway ? Something about this place gets one wondering! Wondering one that I am (hmmmmmm...) This time last

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The flower market,really,really buzzin'...loved it,left it,went to Brick Lane,scored some samosas and walked/danced our way passed the arches,great music blaring,funky,groovy chunky monkey ooh la la I'm so lucky! Our mission to go and check out a photograghy exhibition was thwarted by the addmission fee so...we went to the pub,of course. Next week I'm going to make and sell organic flap-jacks at

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Though I half expected a call from the traval agent's woman, Maria, I got dressed in office wear (well...near as damn as) anyway and went to the photoshoot in Islington. They wanted actresses over thirty in the above mentioned clobber and actors over fifty who could be taken for a wizad. What a strange cross-section of society I found myself amoungst at the pre-ripe hour of ten pm. I swapped my

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Zooming about in Lardydah's car looking for perty venues is good fun. This time last year... Went to Ajmer and watched Subhash do his laundry on the front step. Bloody exhausting viewing. For the benefit of passers by and neighbours I kept ordering him to work harder etc. Now, for a pupil to be ordering her teacher ( especially the 'her' bit) in this way caused some very circumspect looks which

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This time last year... Went to Ajmer with Elaine, a Tabla student of Subhash's. The lake side of the Anar Sagar is quite a lovely place. The guy that done the Taj Mahal had started to build stuff there so white marble is a bit of a theme. We fed the birds. Next; the Golden Temple, Jain, beautiful. Down a wee back street on the way back to Subash's house we called in on an amazing old Babajee (

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Met my Mum up in Glenrothes today, only a week late! What a beautiful place Fife is when you leave Glenrothes!! The Lomond Hills and the charming wee village of Falkland are enough to have you sighing with a gladdened heart. The sky was dynamic and unexpectedly dry... This time last year.... And so on to Pushkar. The road through the desert mountains to the oasis which is Pushkar . Up the

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Five and a half days till I nash to the London. This time last year... On the night train to Jaipur, on arrival at Agra I woke up to the unmistakable nassle whine of "Chai,chai,garum chai!" It's a piercing chorus of a sales-pitch and,I must say,it works! I sat up and ordered mine through the window bars. Sitting there sipping chai, still covered in blankets,some fellow passengers left my

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This time last year... The tragic news of the full extent of the earth quake in Gujerat hit us...hard. I'd spent alot of time in that area four years previously. I know people there. I feared for their lives. I decided to pack up and leave the Kumbh. One more time long the rivers' banks, amongst the devout bathers I found myself questioning EVERYTHING. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely to have such

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Kumbh Mela... That night I followed the sounds of music at the other side of the hill.A group of Sadhus had made camp in such a graceful manner. As I 'wandered' by one of the holy men called "Sister, please, cup of tea!" I accepted. I don't usually, you understand, we get so many warnings about that sort of thing, but I knew, I just knew, I was not going to be spiked. The bajans (devotional songs

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What a night! Goddess Nite alright. I was the last guest to arrive and all the other goddesses were ready to rock. The butler was the only male there and he was just charming. It really was the perfect evening. At half-time a kind of naughty tupperware party started.Pleasure-giving items, that's all I'm going to say... We had been asked to bring a pound note for 'the club'.I didn't really get

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This day last year... Radge to Kumbh...Radge to Kumbh...come in Radge... Stored my rucksack,bolted down to the railway station,day-pack and blanket strapped to back, and found myself in the midst of a good-natured riot on the platform,manic! Strangely, I managed to find an empty compartment on the train to Allahabad. Two westerners suddenly appeared. We got chatting away, but soon realized that

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My dentist looked a bit too pleased when I told him that it was my last appointment at his surgery. My final filling before the NHS stop paying my dental bills, for the mean time anyway. I don't know how he can do that beastly job, what with all the wailing, screaming patients and all... This time last year... Great dance practise in my room. Mellow wander around the ghats and the wee streets.

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Look! New font size!! Cyber Slut sorted out my month-long hang-up about font size in about ten seconds flat. Fabbi! This day last year... 'Niagra Nose' I thought to myself, no, I said it out loud...along with "Shut the f**k up!" at 5.30am when the distorted, tinny, LOUD wailing from the near-by mosque's PA kicked in and "Right, that's it, I'm changing hotels!!!" I'd spotted a groovy hotel

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Back in EdinB after sleeping all the way home on the train. I'd woken up at 5.30am to catch the 7o'clock from Kings X. V V made me coffee and then apparently fell back to sleep and slept-in for work. He texted me just to let me know. And now you know too... I love the train; I had curled up on two seats at a table setting and woke up to find a very business-like, bald geezer farting about on his

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Yesterday last year... Woke up in high spirits. Light breakfast then up to the roof-top terrace to soak up the morning's sun rays. A freaked out Japanese tourist was having a bit of a radge time, shouting out things in about three different languages all at once. When he saw me he looked like he was directing it all at me. I looked the other way. Sometimes you have to... Varanasi is an extreme

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Lardydah(who's neither fat nor posh) has kindly let me use her lap-top. We're enjoying afternoon coffee midst chortling baby and mentle, tail-chasing Staffie. Lardydah is trying to find two socks of any description so's she shall be shod and we can go visit a squatted swimming pool. This day last year... Awoke at 4am to alight at Jansi. All the lights were out in the info hall, people sleeping

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In boloody Easy(my arse)everything now...standards are slipping. Been an exciting few days, catchin' up with all my pals and getting some incouraging pointers in the direction of housing, employment, what's goin' down on the f**kin' scene,maaaan. I've been hurtling around on buses most of the day absorbing the ol' atmos.,appreciating the architecture, all the styles of people, just the viiiiibe,

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This day last year... Mad as a bastard rush to round up all the tapes of dance music,collect the beautiful hand-made costume from tailors,attend my last one-to-one lesson,prepare a big box for posting (up to Rajasthan),go to my final afternoon class, run home, pack, say good-bye to everyone, flop into a rickshaw...and finally, to catch my train...in my wee diary it says"here we go" and off we

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Furry Buttocks' trainer is coming to take him awa'...awa' The guide dog people haven't found him a foster family yet and I just cannot keep him any longer.His trainer agrees that he shouldn't go to kennels and has decided, just this once, to take his work home with him. Bless. Me? I'm in bits...

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Ooooh! It's exciting!! I gor a rail ticket to London for a fiver!!! Next Wednesday I'm goin' way on down.Five days of sheer madness. So many outfits to organise. So many more dance moves to practise. So much more of Edinburgh to enjoy. So much more masterbation(I hear what you're calling me) to really enjoy before Wednesday. I'll be crashing on Vague Voguer's sofa and six hours sleep per night

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The universe can wait til tomorrow morning...it's a morning kinda feeling, fresh and f**ked up...just the way I like it. It's early evening raga radge right now. I now know how deep into all things computery is TOO complicated for me. Know your limits I always say. But how do you know your limits til you're either dangerously teetering over the edge, you're over the edge or you ARE the edge...?

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I was ranting on about the universe, tried to save it(!), all that cut and paste nonsense does my nut in and then I lost it! (in more ways than one, in fact ad infinitum...or nausium, however you take it in your coffee).I can remember it word for word so I will bash it out L8R, can you stand the suspense ? No ? Didn't think so.

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Muddy muddy muddy mud mud. The thaw is not welcome. Furry Buttocks and I are permanently chocka with the stuff. Come back minus 1 degree, all is forgiven...still, yesterday we just did not care. At about 2pm we clenched our toes and walked out into the watery, serene sun light that had just managed to emanate it's graceful presence. Off we pounded through the Queens Park then up, as if to climb

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This time last year? Ha ha that's another time.!!! Ok, I'll spil the beans. Up-state Karnataka,on the coast,just south of Goa...a charming wee town crammed with pilgrims called Gokarna(name meaning cow's ear,don't ask!) was my New Year time out kinda town. The town is stuffed full of shrines,temples and strange huge objects. Mad wee streets and tunnels take you into the most bizzare market area

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Hooray! Writers block,away!!! Had a great Noo Yeaha,ta very much!!! Lots of carousing and singing,dancing and blethering....fabbi. Now I'm thinking what a GREAT year it's gonna be.I am excited. The crisp weather is suiting me down to the ground.Nae wind,nae rain & loads of sun makes it a pleasure to walk Furry Buttocks and though I'm eating loads I feel in good shape 'cos of hicking up Calton

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Thinking of doing a link titled"This day next year" ! What do you think? I recon that if you have a fair idea of what's next to come then you should just spit it out.Who knows .The power of suggestion is such a powerful thing.I believe(sort of) that we have some degree of influence in our own destiny ,via that old chestnut: the sub-conscience. This day next year I'll be in India. Bollywood will

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A whif of THIS TIME LAST YEAR thingi Returning form Mysore (another long weekend) I lamented at my lack of freedom. Staying as a PG (paying guest at a really sweet family's house in suburban Bangalore) had certainly its draw-backs.Better than a hotel for lots of reasons when one is studying but having to be in doors by 7pm was rather a strain for yours truely,of course I used to lie alot about

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Been such a long, long week my friends. Everything that could go wrong did. I would not burden you all with the details for all the money in the world. Just awful, believe me! So, onwards and upwards...fully intending to stay in on Saturday night, curled up on the easy-chair watching 'Devil's Advocate' I suddenly had a surge of natural seritonin.Yeeha, hello stranger! I phoned a couple of

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Been such a long, long week my friends. Everything that could go wrong did. I would not burden you all with the details for all the money in the world. Just awful, believe me! So, onwards and upwards...fully intending to stay in on Saturday night, curled up on the easy-chair watching 'Devil's Advocate' I suddenly had a surge of natural seritonin.Yeeha, hello stranger! I phoned a couple of

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What a week-end it's been.Only just recovering. Had Young Peculiar and Banana Chick over for dinner on Saturday night.Home-made curry and oven chips,totaly taste-tastic.Some beers and some intense talks led to vodka and the excitement of plans to go to Joy. We got all my clothes out for the pair of them to pick about and beautify themselves to the max. The minute we got in I lost the pair of them

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Aaaaargh! just lost todays blog.Nightmare. I'll write about other things so's not to bore myself. Righti-ho.Time to get my ass in gear and get my designs patented.A pal of mine who knows about such things advised me to do it soon before I go blabbing to all and sundrey down some pub or other only to return a month down the line and some gadgie propping up the bar telling every one how minted s/

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Thankfully last nights effort of a blog slipped into the ether.I wasn't using WordPad(good,good)... the sentences made no sense what-so-ever.I tried to inject some remedying verbage,salvaging sense where I could and all the lines got all disjointed and wierd as. I can't quite work out what happened to the offending article when I tried to post & publish,but boy! was I glad when I woke up this

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Lots of love

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