I'm Kristen and I'm living in Crawley, Sussex (hoping to return to my beloved Brighton 'n' Hove when my ME/CFS allows). I drink a lot of tea, ride a lot of buses, go in a lot of charity shops, draw, sew and knit (and attempt to crochet), take a lot of photos, spend a lot of time sleeping, read a lot of history books and follow Jesus Christ. <3
Email: busstopgirl (at) googlemail (dot) com
Trip to Southampton to see the Gorgeous Blonde. She had to get her usual fix at Shakeaway - Yule Log flavour, wouldya believe?!
Sadly, the usual crowd of nu-metal kids usually to be found hanging out in the Bargate Centre were nowhere to be seen. Possibly at home washing their Korn hoodies. Having at least ten years on these kids, I have a little chortle to myself. I don't know why - when I was their age, me and my mates were suffering from the effects of grunge - all flowery skirts and big cardigans. What they now have in common with us then is Nirvana. These kids wear a LOT of Nirvana T-shirts. Sometimes I have to resist the temptation to go up to them and point out that they were about 8 years old when Kurt Cobain shot himself and why don't they let us grieve in private?! Their dress seems ugly at first - flares which Bez would find excessively wide, assorted ironmongery, quantities of eyeliner which Robert Smith would flinch from. But a lot of it is really beautiful. I was talking to a shop assistant in one of the North Laine shops in Brighton a few weeks ago, and kept being distracted by her hair and make-up. Pink spikes of hair interspersed with cute hairslides, electric blue eyebrows and glittery red eyeliner. Gorgeous.
Would anyone else be freaked out by walking into a pub to join a birthday celebration, and finding yourself introduced to your GP, who turns out to be the girlfriend of one of the birthday girl's friends? No? Just me then...
A fine Saturday night was spent at Brighton's Komedia, at the Krater Comedy (or is that Komedy?) Club, compered as ever by the ludicrously energetic Stephen Grant. Favourite act was Lucy Porter. Never heard of her before, but she was brilliant - and managed to totally win over the crowd despite being (a) five foot nothing (b) on first, so folk weren't that drunk yet. Cute AND funny - I hate people like that.
Yesterday I saw Harry Potter. Well, why not? I'd never read any of the books, and had avoided the movie hype, but even so it's pretty good fun, if a little long. Lots of top-notch actors - including a bizarre cameo by John Cleese and 20 seconds of the wonderful Julie Walters. Folk flying, folk turning invisible, secret rooms and fantastical monsters - made me realise how much I miss reading fairytales - might have to have a Grimm session sometime soon. Also made me realise how much my movie-going companion looks like Harry - not an insult, dear - honest!
Do yourself a favour - go to the (fantastic) Diesel Only website and downloadLaura Cantrell's cover of Johnny Rivers' Poor Side of Town. How does she make the line 'Do-do-do-wa-ah...shooby-dooby...' so darn heartrending? I love this woman. Having fallen head over heels for her album Not The Tremblin' Kind (buy it from Shoeshine), I got to see her live in June - and...wow. While you're at Diesel Only, be sure to check out the Amy Allison tracks too - her voice is an acquired taste, but it sure works for me.
A bunch of us went to the Lewes Bonfire Night, guests of the very fine Uncle & Mrs Meat. I'd never been before, and it's quite a experience. Lewes has five bonfire societies, and each tries the outdo the others with a parade, firework display and bonfire, at sites across the town. Hundreds of folk in fancy dress roam Lewes' winding streets, carrying flaming torches, throwing bangers at each other and chucking flaming tar barrels into the River Ouse, when the fancy takes them.
So, some fiery fun, friendly hospitality, a wee nip to keep out the cold and later, an hour's wait behind crash barriers outside Lewes station before we could get a train, joining hundreds of others in a Lennon & McCartney medley. And now all my clothes smell like BBQ crisps...
It's November, yet still warm and dry enough to sit on the beach this lunchtime - in brilliant sunshine, almost blinded by the reflection from the sea, wrapped up warm with the latest Uncut for company. Life may be in a 'walking through porridge' phase at the moment (thanks to the excellent Miss Inky for hitting the nail on the head there) but just for an hour, what else matters?
It also helps that I'm blessed with a bunch of (bizarrely nicknamed) associates who offer sage advice and gentle reassurance in dark times, so a big THANKS to the Gorgeous Blonde, Camel, Tree, Uncle (& Mrs) Meat, Inky and Aunty PéaWithTheBiscuits for their tender loving care. It'll be OK, I know.
'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.' (Jeremiah 29:11)