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I’m wandering aimlessly through a maze of cold, grey stone. Each wall like the next, indistinguishable from eachother. Every time I look back on the path I’ve just taken, the roads blur and duplicate. I cannot turn back and I don’t know what lies ahead of me. I rush on despite of my uncertainty. Because I know that there is something following behind, urging me to retreat from what I haven’t seen before, back down the road that is under the control of this being who is morphing and twisting all that I think I am sure about. All in the hope of returning to the place I have just come from. I decide to take a chance on the unknown. I run into a clearing. The labyrinthine walls around me blur and warp before fading to black. I sink down sobbing in relief at the abscence of that unknown entity. I am alone.

But not for long.

There is a presence. A bag of drowned kittens poured in my lap, one still barely holding onto life. It nudges its brothers in turn then climbs onto my outstretched hand. It’s so tiny and helpless, puddles forming around its velvet paws. It mewls in mourning and confusion, a sickening gurgle. All of its muscles relax and its body folds in on itself. The wet slap of its fur  on my hand seems absurdly loud, almost obscene. The sound too final for such a fluid and ever-changing delusion. It dissolves and slips through my fingers, like sand. I am alone again.

I am transported once more. The car is rolling down the hill. I’ve been behind this wheel a hundred times, I know just what to do. But the place where I feel safe is rushing away from me, along with the passing seconds which seem more important than ever in this imagined place. Something is preventing me from pulling the handbrake. I keep rolling and all I can do is steer. Maybe if I could start the engine up and drive it back to where the car started, everything would be okay. Because all I know about what is happening is that I want to be back where I was, but I am hurtling away and I am not in control. I turn the key and the car jolts once, twice then shudders and shatters into a million pieces. I am falling. Crashing through the surface of the water that seems to belong in the place of the usual tarmac road. I take a breath. Then my brain realises that I shouldn’t be able to. I am filling my lungs with the liquid, satisfyingly denser than air, my lungs feeling fuller than they ever have. But water does not belong in place of a road. I was not born to breath fluid. So I sink. Down into darkness. And all that bothers me is that the weight of the water in my lungs is so terribly comfortable. I shouldn’t feel so alive when, in reality, I am drowning. All light goes out. My eyes snap open and I am gasping. The air burning my lungs and feeling so irritatingly thin. Yet, I am alive. And disappointed.


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This is quite brilliant. It’s be a good present for an uncle or godfather.






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Why A Taxi Update

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Why A Taxi Update

Here is a link to the update on the Tumblr, cos I’m lazy. I’ll do a full update later this week when the etsy is up and running. Until then, please read the short update and keep an eye out for more news.

Sisterhood of the Travelling Journalthing

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One thing about me is that I love getting things in the post. So, this year, I vowed to gain a pen-pal. I found the most amazing and creative solution.

M’collegue, Jemma, and I have recently started something called the ‘Journalthing’. It is just your ordinary, A5, hardback notebook, sent by post from one of us to the other, adding a new entry each time. There’s no real theme or rules when it comes to the Journalthing, we just write, draw and compose a few pages of our thoughts then return to sender, so to speak.

We shall adorn it’s plain, purple cover over time, and the additions to the inside cover shown below can give some indication as to how it will turn out.


Jemma's handiwork on the left, and my own on the right.
Jemma is the boudacious blonde and I am the green-haired goddess in both instances.

So far the Journathing has featured:

From myself

-a typewritten note

-a Streetwalker!Cathal centrefold

-a rendition of JohnJacobJingleHeimerSmith

-and quotes

From Jemma

-a proclamation of love to me

-a claim that she is a lizard [in caps]

-a poem about Tribbles

-and a picture of AdventureTime!Matt and his Expensive Cardigan.

Along with other


From what I see, this venture can only go very well, especially seeing as we are planning to spend time in both London and Austria together this summer. There shall be future updates as to the progress of, and additions to, the Journalthing.

Nos da~

So, I thought I’d write a blog about what I’ve gotten up to lately, rather than ranting.

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Well, maybe I’ll rant later. I’ve been reading some scintillating stuff. However, I digress. What I’ve been getting up to lately is mostly woolcrafts. Crochet and knitting, really. I decided to teach myself crochet last Tuesday night, and it turns out that I’m actually rather good at it.

Granny Squares

Here’s some crochet I’ve done in the last hour. These granny squares are the start of a blanket for myself, made of wool I found in an old suitcase in our attic.

I found about 20 balls of this wool in the case and just had to start making a scarf out of it. I especially love the blue metallic thread running through it. I put this down beside the squares I crocheted earlier and went off to make some tea, but when I came back I was like ‘LIGHTBULB’ and made the blanket a whole lot more difficult for myself.

I’ve also been working on this Slytherin scarf for a while now. It has been absolute TORTURE. It seemed everything went wrong that could have with this. I added wayyy too many stitches. Welllllll….. that’s a lie, actually. I meant to put that many on. I wanted a long thick scarf. Just didn’t think of the effort involved. Especially seeing as I used 5mm needles, when I could have used much thicker ones with this wool, making it much faster. Then, I miscounted the lines of green between the grey stripes and ended up having to undo about 20 lines and wasting a load of wool then running out of wool 1/5th of the way through cos I wasted so much making it so small-knit, so wide and fixing a mistake nobody would notice. But I would notice. It would genuinely bother me every time I see it/put it on.

That is all I have for this evening. This has been a blog in which I showed off my stuff for no reason and had a mini-rant even though I said I wouldn’t. But I digress.

Remember, keep calm and distract the mothers of the young women you’re corrupting with talk of knitting.

Ciao ciao, all!

Top 10 Nearly Extinct Household Items

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Illustrations by Federica Bonfanti

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So much talent. Makes me feel so tiny.

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