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Verbal Detox CWS Open Mic

Monday I did the open mic and my friend Laura came along with me which was nice.  The theme was ‘detox’ and we were encouraged to show the “new you” so I did all new material, including one about my new haircut, whilst wearing a new dress, just £2 from primark! However I didn’t get any of the prize potatoes, so had to ask for some at the end as I do love potatoes!

A couple of girls came up to me and said how much they liked my set and said how they felt the words I spoke, which was great to hear because of it being new material, and that’s kind of the aim of what I do.  I want people to understand and feel what I feel, like when you hear songs that just speak to you.

There were all the usual performers really, apart from one girl at the start who was good but brought one REALLY irritating and, quite frankly, rude friend.  She was constantly texting, eating, talking, laughing and had her back to the performers all night.  I thought maybe she was going out after and just there for pre-drinks because her friends were there, but I noticed her change from heels to flats.  It was just weird, I couldn’t help thinking WHY IS SHE HERE?!

John Simpson Wedge was doing a ‘feature’ set and it was the best he’d ever performed.  There was a lot of variety, as he ventured away from the comedy and did an amazing serious prose piece, and then a Coolio parody which was funny.

Me and Laura ended up accidentally going out and went to Havana’s.  It was fun but I didn’t want to drink as much as I did.  It was good to meet some guys from The Birdcage but on the dance floor I was astounded at the disgusting behaviour from men in there.  There was a big group of guys that just dominated an area and it just felt really unpleasant and predatory.  At one point two of them came up to me and started to try to “dance” with me from in front and behind and I was creeped out and got them to move away, or rather, I just moved away.  There were a group of scary guys that kept asking for a dance and then when we said no, they asked if we spoke English, and also asked if we would dance with their uncle, who was an elderly, short man.  They followed us when we moved away, another guy even tried to keep one away from us.  They attempted to touch Laura from behind and I told them to back off.  Later, we saw they were leaving and glad, they walked past as and one pinched my bum so I pushed him away and felt incredibly angry.  He turned to me in a threatening manner and I shouted not to touch me.  They left but it ruined the night a bit and we decided to leave and got chips.  We talked whilst waiting for the bus but didn’t get home until 4.30am.  So I was pretty tired the next day!

Anyway, that’s about it.  DJ set at The Birdcage tomorrow with Kristy and our laptops haha.

xxx

Dead Poets and HEADcrash

Dead Poets were at Word of Mouth on Monday.  I’d never heard them before and they were great, such a good show! It over-ran by half an hour and I didn’t even notice the time.  So, the After Hours open mic didn’t happen til near to 11pm I think, and I didn’t read until around an hour or so later.  I didn’t know I was going until I saw that it was on about five mins before I had to leave so I grab three poems.  I regretted the poems I picked but still it went okay, and Mixy from Dead Poets said he liked it so can’t complain!

A couple of days later I did a gig at HEADcrash at The Birdcage.  I noticed me and my housemate’s face were on flyers for the DJing we’re doing next week which was pretty funny/cool.  I was on just before Tim Clare, so was the penultimate act.  I felt okay as I had a lot of familiar faces and I know the venue well and I enjoyed my performance.

As I’ve seen most of the acts before I thought I’d just mention a couple of names.  Bethan Williams was my favourite poet of the night; I thought her set was very well thought-out and whatever she says, she is pretty and intelligent!  Dan McKee was really funny as well, though he did comedy rather than poetry, it’s always nice to have a laugh.  Tim Clare obviously did a great set… a massive contrast to my own, and he did the one about crazzzzyyyy yeah! Errrm…

Another performer, Andy Bennett came up and gave me some advice, in a really nice way.  I’ll have to take it on board because it was actually the second time I’d got both pieces of advice in a fortnight!  He said that I knew my poems too well to use the paper security blanket, and to speak slower at times.  At The Tea Box gig, Vanessa said I should do my poems by heart, and Anna said she wished she could hear Roots slowed down, so yes, I will take these things on board, they’re kind of things I want to progress too, I guess it’s just more clear now that it’s actually possible.  However, I will probably read some new stuff on next Monday’s open mic so that’s my excuse!

xxx

PoetryJam Feature at The Tea Box, Richmond

After some standard Nando’s with my friend Hannah, we met up with Kim and Matt to go to The Tea Box.  I had a group of about ten others that were meant to come but they were too late and couldn’t all fit in so they went to the pub instead.  I saw a few familiar faces which was nice and I met Anna Le who was really lovely and the perfect host, as well as performing some brilliant poetry.  It was amazing how she thought of something to say about everybody’s poetry!

I had one glass of wine at Nando’s but after three nights of drinking, I didn’t feel like it and switched to water, especially as my mouth was gonna get pretty dry from a 20min set!   I’d felt quite hungover in the morning as I’d had one pint too many – think it was about 5 pints.  I’ve drunk double that before so it could have been worse I suppose!

I was on in the second third.  Just before it I was approached by someone who asked if I was Carmina.  I had a hunch who it was when he said he’d sent me emails.  I thought he was going to be nice and friendly, but as it wasn’t quite the encounter I’d hoped for I won’t be naming names.  I had meant to go to the event he puts on the night before but because I’d got this gig the next day I thought I’d just try to go another time.  I hadn’t seen my friend for months and needed a proper catch up where we could talk a good few hours, so I did that instead.  I was apologetic that I hadn’t gotten round to going, and do intend to as soon as I can.  I just seem to do the wrong thing without meaning to.  He said he thought it was rude I hadn’t replied to emails he’d sent, though I thought I was just added to the mailing list and didn’t need to respond.  I HATE making mistakes, and being wrong and anything that puts me in a bad light basically… so I felt horrible, and he made me feel so small.  I couldn’t even end the conversation properly because I was about to cry and so just said ‘okay’ and dashed back to my friends.  I had to breath and take some time before speaking so I didn’t end up crying, and told them what happened.  I managed to feel a bit better, but it was at the back of my mind the whole night.

Anyway, I was happy with my set.  I tried my best, but I go through stages when I’m at the mic… first I feel a bit nervous, then I get into it and I’m okay, and THEN I start thinking I’ve been speaking for a long time, get worried people are getting tired or bored and so it sometimes causes me to rush through it.  I’d planned 20mins and it ended up a bit under, so taking the clapping into account, I probably did rush a bit.  However, I took sips of water now and again, my mouth was so dry!

My friends left by the end of that section and then a poet I met previously at the Tea Box turned up at the last five seconds of my set, so he came to sit with me, and managed to do the open mic as well, with a really good poem about inventions.  There were so many amazing performers that night, I am going to try to get a list off Anna as it would be good to look them up online.  I loved Vanessa’s performance again, and did a great one about “pretty girls” haha.  I recognised a girl who read some really funny poems and I thought they said her name was ‘Harrie’ so I was thinking it might be her, and then she came up to me and it was her!  I met her a few times through my first boyfriend (the only one I don’t keep in contact with… ’cause well, he was a bit of a dick with me before, during and after our relationship), but she is lovely and it was good to see her so hopefully will see her in future.  It was her first time doing it so was nice to be there, and says she’ll probably come every month now.

Anyway, what else is there to say… it was pretty funny having flyers with my face on every table, I think the photo was about 3 years old though so I look a bit different now since my hair has changed about 3 times since then.  I got a few people come up to me and say they liked my set etc.  One woman was even surprised I wasn’t published!  Mike, who organised the event, got me to autograph a flyer, I’m not sure what/who for but that was pretty cool.  “Jazz Man John” asked the “youngest” table who wrote Howl and gave them a free CD.  I would have liked it, and I knew the answer but though I’m 21 and didn’t think they were much younger, I didn’t think I was included in it so didn’t say.  I once went to a celebration of Howl and Allen Ginsberg in general which was really cool.

I had to rush to get my train and got it literally JUST in time, so I wasn’t home too late to see my parents and chat to them about it a bit.  Right, I think that’s it.  Back to Norwich in a bit.  Got a gig at the Birdcage on Wednesday 19th.

xxx

Death Drawing and Life Living

I went to the first installment of Death Drawing: Art is Dead with my artist friend Siobhan Belingy. You can see pictures of the event, including one of me holding up my picture by clicking here.  You can’t really see the better picture, but oh well.  I knew one of the life models which I would have been awkward with if it were me up there, but it didn’t really seem any different had it been a stranger. 

You can’t see my haircut very well as I straightened it instead of washing it haha. But, yes, I have had my hair all cut off.  I have around 10 inches in a ponytail that I want to sell.  I’m not sure the best way to go about it.

My and my housemate, Kristy Smalley are going to be DJing with laptops at The Birdcage.  We get paid with a bottle of spirits. Yay. Click here.

I went out to good ol’ Spoons in Wimbledon with a group of friends and got talking to some guys one of them knew. They had this idea for a computer game or “app” and they were using us for market research.  I stupidly gave them the best idea, so if they get rich from this it’ll be The Social Network all over again.  It’s some sort of decision-making game and to do with dating and I said at the beginning the user should pick their own profile of what to look for in a guy.  It sounded quite cool because I loved The Sims (so much I got addicted and had to get rid of it) and it’ll be a similar design to that.

Anyway, tonight I’m finally seeing my friend Ricky, and will get to find out what’s happening with The Ruskins as they’ve not had a gig all holiday!  Tomorrow I have a gig at The Tea Box in Richmond. Come.

xxx

So Near and Yet So Far

Last night was the Farrago Zoo Awards and New Year Slam.  I hadn’t been to a slam there for ages and so, despite the depressing weather and sore throat, I went along with my new Motel dress and newly cut hair.  I was asked to read out an award that went to Fran Landesman, and this made me more nervous than performing my poetry, especially as there was a name I was worried about pronouncing properly, but I think it went okay.  It’s a bit of an honour to present an award to this lady, clad in an Iron Maiden t-shirt, she’s still rocking and holding her own for the older generation.

I didn’t have any friends with me this evening, but was introduced to photographer Oliver, who sat with me through the first half before getting a better view from the back.  Ray Antrobus came to talk to me as he saw me on my own, and told me about a new poetry event that will run in the daytime on Sundays, welcoming more “page poets” than perhaps other events to add to the Chill Pill events.  I assumed the implication that I was more of a “page poet,” though I try to present myself as bridging the gap between the two.  That said, I would like to see the pages I am on, as I have only been published a handful of times in magazines.  A major problem for me, other than confidence issues, is my bloody memory.  I need an autocue or something!  Anyway, he’s a lovely guy and very talented performance poet haha.

The slam itself was won by a girl I can’t remember the name of or find via the internet but I knew she was going to win before the scores were shown.  She did a poem about weave, which reminded me about when I watched Good Hair last term, and was in a similar sort of humour to the film: amusing, but with more serious undertones.  I was pretty close to winning, I think by like 0.5… if I remember correctly I got 6, 7, 7.4, 9 and 9, so I was pretty pleased.

So I’m not mentioning the same people over and over, I’m just going to mention a couple of people to check out.  First of all, Vanessa Kisuule, who I mentioned won the slam (when I was featured I thiiiink).  She’s so good I hate her.  Not really, I love her, but am a bit jeal of her, in an inspiring way though.  Btw, I’m loving the abbreviated ‘jealous’ ever since The Only Way is Essex.  If anybody has Kirk’s number, heeeeyyy there!  Anyway, another one to watch is Mab Jones, she was perfectly hilarious.  They both deservedly won awards, and to prove I don’t really hate her, I did vote for Vanessa.

I’d actually forgotten I had to pay entrance of £5 so I could only afford one drink.  It was probably for the best as I’d already had a bit and drank water instead.  At the moment I’m checking out the NME one’s to watch for 2011.  I’m so out of touch so I figure it’s a good idea.  Only a few stand out so far, but I’ll have to look into them more to see what I really think.  Although, this one female singer, Spark, appears to have a similar hair-do to me.  Mine is basically very short at the sides (man-short) and the middle section (and a bit extra) is long and is brought forward.  The back has already grown a bit, and as they shaved my neck a bit I’m slightly worried what I’m going to do about that… attempt to shave it myself? Eeeek!

Anyway, before I start talking about Keith Jarrett’s beautiful poetry with his eyes that make you think of sparkly chocolate buttons melting, I shall go and give myself a bit of time before watching Hustle.  Though as it’s taken me an hour to finish this, I will have to save the bath until 10pm.  Then I shall be a good girl and read The Female Eunuch in bed.  Before that, I shall leave you with a quote from Germaine Greer herself:

“I’m sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I’m sick of the Powder Room. I’m sick of pretending that some fatuous male’s self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention.”

Since writing the book though, she wrote a terrible piece on Mrs Obama’s dress which i wrote a poem about but it’s on my external hard drive in Norwich.

xxx

There’s More to Life Than Cheese

Because I love writing lists and love food I have decided to write a list of the different foods I like!  Plus, I get irritated when people think that just because I don’t like cheese that there’s loads of things I can’t eat (which is only true for the most part because cheese is something that’s added to dishes a lot).  I used to be ‘fussy’ but I object to this label, because in the past the reason for this is due to fear of being scared to try new things in case I didn’t like them and therefore it would be a waste and I’d get no food.  I was locked in a classroom and forced to eat fish fingers at primary school though I hated them, and so this probably has something to do with that fear.  I am now not afraid to try new food, though I still know what I like and like to eat those things!  I also hate to waste food, so with often either over-eat or save some for the next day’s lunch.  I still worry I won’t like things but am willing to try new foods, but this worry, combined with my weird little particularities and habits about how I like my food means I’m sometimes still called fussy.  However, I also have been known to have things in my packed lunch that aren’t as traditional as others expect, so I don’t think it’s fair to say that just because I don’t like what YOU like that I don’t have a varied palette.

So, here’s the list, which will probably expand in the future!

-Chicken – in pretty much any form, my consistent and reliable love.

-Satay sauce – the reason why Dexter’s Grill/Tootsies became my favourite restaurant and I nearly cried when they took the dish featuring the sauce off the menu and I switched to the BBQ sauce burger.

-dark chocolate and milk (not full fat) – sometimes I worry I drink so much I’ll become lactose-intolerant

– Tortilla Española – my Gran makes the best.  Basically this food sums up my BIGGEST love for both potatoes and egg which I love in every form possible.  I also have tortilla paisana after having peas in an omlette at The Noshery in Isleworth with friends Ricky and Eamon, and have sadly not been since.

-Olives – you can’t be a Masoliver and not like olives… my favourite are pitted with pimiento.

-Kiwi juice – only ever found some in Sainsbury’s, pricey so it was a rarity, but sooo worth it!

-Seaweed peanuts – another one showing my peanut addiction, also love cashews, pistachios, brazils, walnuts etc. 

-Crab – although I’m not sure of the amount of actual crab in them, I used to have seafood sticks in my packed lunch.

-Raisins – my friends from secondary school once cut out and wrote on an advert for Sunmaid because they thought of me.

-Meatballs – specifically from Ikea with that lovely gravy and chips, yummm!

-Currywurst as made by my housemate Kirstie.

-In terms of meats… beef steaks, pork belly, sausages (proper hotdogs with ketchup and onions or chipolatas), maybe a bit of lamb or turkey but they’re not faves!

-Salmon stir-fry with lots of veg and soy sauce.

-And so in terms of more fish… lobster, cockles, shrimps, prawns, crayfish, squid/calamari – I have been asked by friends how to peel their prawns and also have friends who have been scared to eat squid. Tinned tuna only though. Mussels I’d rather not have but can deal with.

-Fruit – grapes, raspberries, strawberries, mango, oranges, pineapple, apple, pear, melon, grapefruit, cherries, peach, nectarine, blackberries, blueberries, plum, currents, lemon, lychees, avocado, banana, kiwifruit, passionfruit, watermelon, butternut squash.

-Vegetables – peas, broccoli, pepper, carrots, raw mushrooms, sprouts, lettuce (good old iceberg is best), kale, chickpeas, most kinds of bean, cabbage, onion, seaweed, cress, cucumber, lentils, asparagus, garlic, spring onion, bamboo shoot, water chestnut, sweetcorn, babycorn, sugarsnaps, greenbeans.

-Weirdly I don’t like tomatoes or cheese but still like tomato sauce with pasta dishes, and cheesy flavoured snacks such as mini cheddars, cheese twists, Watsits, Quavers, cheese & onion flavoured crisps, and pesto.

-I cook Quorn quite a lot when making spaghetti bolognaise (Ragu sauce best!), cottage pie, chilli (con carne/quorni) and tacos.

-Soup! Covent Garden ones are best.

-baked goods and naughty stuff… cakes, bread, biscuits, waffles, crisps (salt & vinegar McCoys, prawn cocktail Walkers, any Pringles or Hula Hoops, Skips, and so on), pancakes, ice cream (chocolate preferably, such as Ben & Jerry’s brownie, also cookie dough, or sour flavours in summer such as lemon or sobets)

-Obviously a main meal needs some carbs, ones often found in my cupboards are… rice, noodles, fusilli, spaghetti (try to get wholemeal).

-Spreads: marmite, margarine/butter (thinly spread), honey, peanut butter, jams, chocolate spread.

-Breakfast in a bowl: Weetos, Choc Shreddies etc, porridge oats with honey, Frosties, Golden Grahams, Fruit Crisp, Fruit & Fibre.

– Falafel and homemade hummus with chili.

A little list of favourites from different countries and typical things I order when getting a take-away or at a restaurant:

–          Indian: poppadoms, Naan bread, japati, Bombay Aloo, onion bhaji, vegetable samosas, chicken or prawn curry up to about medium

–          Chinese: prawn crackers, vegetable spring rolls, satay dish, Chow Mein.

–          Thai: satay skewers, pad Thai.

–          Italian: risotto. Pizza without cheese haha. Panettone.

–          Greek: chicken souvlaki, baklava, Ouzo.

–          Spanish: paella, chorizo slices, sangria, Pa amb tomàquet/Pa amb oli, churro.

–          American: fajitas, burger and fries, BBQ stuff.

–          English: Cornish pasty, Full English fry ups and tea, Sunday roast, pies, gravy.

–          Portuguese: Nando’s

–          France: French Stick/bagette. Crossiants.

Sometimes a Cigar is Just a Cigar

I can’t enjoy Peep Show in the same way anymore, since reading this article: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/apr/18/students-pole-dancing-david-mitchell

While I don’t agree with the spokesperson quoted in the article that pole dancing is ‘empowering,’ I don’t agree with David Mitchell either.  I’ve recently joined both the UEA Feminist Reading Group and the Pole Dancing Club.  So, I thought I’d write a post questioning whether a woman can be both a feminist and a pole-dancer; I argue that we can!

I’ve quoted Freud in the title in order to highlight the idea that one doesn’t always have to over-analyse something.  Why would someone who claims to be a feminist, knowing its connotations of strip bars and objectification, take up pole dancing?  Well, because it’s fun!  However, it is a sad fact of society still that we can’t simply enjoy such an activity and have to question the implications and how such behaviour reflects on us as women.

It’s like a combination of gymnastics and dancing, and you do feel a great sense of accomplishment when you learn a move and after a bit of practice you finally get the hang of it.  In just a few months my friends and I have moved up to the Intermediate class, and I’m even planning to take part in a competition in the Beginner s category.  I enjoy trying new things (I’ve also taken up boxing at the same time) and I am always trying to find ways to improve my confidence.  I don’t feel very sexy when doing it, but the better you can fake it, the better you look doing the moves, and the better you feel.  If executed in the right way (and personally, without those awful ‘stripper shoes’) it can look beautiful and elegant.

Just look at videos such as these:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrPf-ImD_H8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYci4f0nEZo

When I’ve told people about my new hobby, some (men) have made suggestive comments and asked if we do it in our underwear.  The reason why people may do it in underwear or costumes that resemble underwear is because you need as much flesh-to-pole contact as possible.  But when we practice we just wear shorts and a vest top or t-shirt… nothing more sexy than what you would wear to the gym.

It would be ignorant to not expect attitudes such as Mitchell’s, but we do not have to accept these kinds of judgments.  As someone who has dance since the age of five, it adds another element to what I already know, and shows that life’s experiences are never-ending.  I do these classes because they are fun, but I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy the sexual aspect of the dance form.  I wouldn’t personally feel comfortable doing a routine to a bunch of leering men, as that is something I would find degrading, but if I happened to own a pole and be in a committed relationship, who wouldn’t want to show off some moves in the bedroom to spice things up a bit?  You could even try to teach your man a thing or two!  Though painful moves such as learning to ‘sit’ on the pole could be more painful for the opposite gender!  It’s not just for girls though.  I once went to a club in Norwich which has poles, and a massive mixed gender group took over the poles and one guy even got told off by security for hanging up-side-down. 

Yes, the world we live in is still dripping with sexism, but for every guy that just thinks ‘phwoar’ at the prospect of a girl pole dancing, I would hope there are still some that appreciate the skill involved in the same way that I might think a swimmer is hot, but marvel as he does the butterfly.  If pole dancing is still viewed in this one very black and white way, then it just serves to give men the excuse that they are incapable of thinking beyond what goes on in their trousers and presents them as animalistic, which comes right out of the school of thought that says a rape victim is ‘asking for it’ by wearing a skirt.  I’d hope for a bit more from men.

I find it offensive that Mitchell would question my role as a woman and a feminist simply because I enjoy spinning around a pole from time to time.  The article just latches onto the word ‘empowerment’ and goes off on one in an attempt to get the reader to agree with him because if you don’t then you are a poor excuse for a women, most defiantly not a feminist and should be ashamed of yourself.  Well, fuck you Dave!

No, I don’t find pole dancing empowering, but I enjoy it.  I may even go as far in proving my point as to adding it to my CV (though I may refer to it as vertical dancing, because I am aware of the misconceptions made clear by Mitchell).  I do many other things that I find empowering, but, sometimes, in the words of Cyndi Lauper, girls just want to have fun.

New Years Resolutions

-Cut down on drinking! Say no to hangovers!

-Take time to relax – listening to music, baths, meditation.

– Read more books and less on the internet.

– Move on more from past relationships and let go of negative emotions, accept change.

– Make an effort to learn poetry by heart more.

– Save money.

– Exercise more.

– Don’t stress out when things don’t go to plan.

– Don’t get too hung up on guys. Have fun and don’t get hurt too easily when it doesn’t work out.

– Write more and edit… a bit.

– Tell people how you feel and don’t bottle too much up.

– Try to exude confidence and feel good vibes.

Highlights of MMX

–  The start of the New Year with family

– Starting up UEA LitSoc properly with Helen and Alys.

–  Recovering from the horrible mystery illness.

–  Pancake day with housemates!

– Dance Squad Loughborough competition and after party, dancing all night and staying in the hotel!

– Poetry gig in Walthamstow which London peeps.

– Doing karaoke with Kirstie.

– Taking part in ‘Take UEA Out’ as part of Hearing Aid.

– Having my first radio interview.

– Grandad’s 70th birthday celebration in Warwick.

– The LitSoc Spring Ball with The Middle Ones.

– Speed Dating with James… and it failing and being a crazy night with James getting lucky and me going to Havana’s for the first time… without even knowing it!

– Supporting Kate Tempest at The Bicycle Shop in Norwich, with thanks to Russell J Turner.

– Having my first Brazilian wax – so painful, but so worth it.  I feel like I can take on the world now.

– My 21st birthday with my housemates and Jo, making it the best it could be with lovely breakfast, pressies and a chilled day with a Tapas meal, wine and a surprise cake!

– The lovely poem and card from my uni friends before the night out on Saturday.

– Family birthday celebration meal.

– Hosting my first poetry and music event at UEA, organising it and everything, wooo!

– Two silent discos – one of my favourite things to do now!

– Mum’s friend Jaquenline’s wedding – getting drunk with the parents for the first time, proper grown-up! Followed by an Indian takeaway I can hardly remember eating.

– Seeing Grumpy Old Women again with mum.

– Meeting Elliot Snook.  Because he has a cool name.

– Hosting my first London event in Richmond’s Tea Box.

– My internship at Penned in the Margins – by far the most fun I’ve had working!

– My first experience of a squat – Feminism in London gig.  It feels good to be a woman!

– Race for Life with Hannah and Lucy, with Simon and Kev cheering us on! Would love to do it again next year, and hope to do some charity work for the events side of Cancer Research.

– Finally arriving at Hop Farm with Kim, saving camping space and then Dave and Marcus carrying our tent to where the bloody Ruskins actually set up camp.  FOL.

– Hannah arriving and hitting the arena Blondie covering Taio Cruz ‘only gonna break your heart’ … later changing ‘heart’ to ‘bag’ after breaking the strap on my bag.

– I ❤ sausage and the Hop Farm cups… devastation at not remembering to take them home!

– Ricky having problems with the backstage pass at Hop Farm… “er, I’m in the band”

– Blanking out and thinking Ricky turned into someone else… yeah, that’s good.

– Going to Latitude alone – # all the women who independent, throw your hands up at me #

– Finding out who my real friends are.

– After the Dance – a wonderful production.

– Getting a whole free Nando’s chicken.

– Having the most sex ever in a year – three is a magic number 😉 doubling my number of sexual partners, including my first one-night stand and another that I hope to repeat in future 😀

– Thorpe park twice in one summer!

– Being in the heart of London, and enjoying lovely BBQ food and stroll followed by poetry with Siobhan.  Seeing someone from Gemini Dancer’s after years!

– Last Big Brother series, sad to see it go though!

– Going to the Zoo with Hannah

– Borrowing Hannah’s SATC boxset – made my summer. Need it.

– Swimming in Tooting Bec Lido, even though it was freezing, and then seeing X-Factor’s Nicolo on the train.

– Going to a gig free with Kirstie, courtesy of Concrete.

– Getting all my module choices.

– Starting a variety of extra sports and societies – boxing and pole dancing, and tap dancing!

– Celebrating National Poetry Day with a small event and having an even more successful Hive event with music, poetry and comedy.

– Dance Squad social – not so much the one with the rugby boys. 

– Finally meeting someone I’ve been waiting around five years to meet 🙂

– Crystal Castles with Natalie and Tom when they visited Norwich!

– Getting a lap-dance from a male stripper at the pole dancing social.

– 65daysofstatic.  Because music is amazing.

– Good Hair & Exit Through the Gift Shop – great films at the lecture theatre!

– Singing my own poem-songs on stage 😀

– Aisle16 poetry reunion celebration and Hannah visiting!

– Christmas celebrations, always a highlight yay!

– New Slang NYE with balloons and indie tunes haha.

The People’s Mass

I went to The People’s Mass last night, an event organised by The Oubliette at Limelight Church – squatted and made into a venue, complete with automatic-sensor-flush toilets and a fully stocked bar.  A nice stage space was also set up with a curtain backdrop and plenty of seating.  I was greeted with a warm welcome from fellow performer Alain English.  His energy made me realise how knackered I was but it was really nice to see him.  I then got my travel money and drinks tokens from Catherine Brogan, the host of the evening.

It started pretty soon after I arrived and I was first on.  There were a decent amount of people there, and whilst loads more people arrived throughout the night I was glad I read earlier in the night because some people appeared to be there for the wrong reasons and just would not SHUT UP!  I hate that, it’s so rude, Catherine even had to tell people to be quiet so she could perform a poem.  It was also really annoying that people smoked in there.  Anyway, I felt a bit nervous and under-prepared when I started, and didn’t feel like it was going too well, probably because I was doing a poem I’ve done about once before a year ago.  I got more into my set and think it ended up being okay overall as both Catherine and Alain described it as ‘beautiful’ and a lady in the toilets told me I should sing more… oh yes, I sang again – I did Fix It for the second time.  This lady I later realised was another performer, Helen Walford, who was one of many great singers of the evening.  Although there were technical difficulties for some of the time, it was a really good night.

Amongst the poets, I remember enjoying Captain of the Rant, but E.Amato made me want to buy her book, and I would have but I forgot and had to leave early so dashed off in the middle of Poeticat who I always enjoy, yet am jealous of Cat’s musicians.  I was glad they did the Moomin Song before I left though because I love it loads!

So, I’ve been catching up with writing my diary which took over two hours as I had a month’s worth of news and I don’t think I even got into everything.  I’m going to be posting quite a few blog posts in the next couple of days… or at least I intend to… everything always seems to take longer than planned.  I hope to write a few I won’t post up until later so it’s not overloaded, but we’ll see.  I also have left my camera lead… was about to say “at home” but I meant to say “in Norwich”, but anyway, it means I won’t be doing video blogs for a while and won’t upload my poetry readings for a few weeks.  I’m really wanting to move out as soon as possible after the summer and really hope to get on this UEA London Creative Entrepreneurship MA course!  I was talking to Alain about how all the poetry shizzle seems to go on in London and it got me thinking… I’d really like to live in Norwich.  I can always stay with my parents and friends when I’m in London and it’s not that far away.  It just seems a shame, as much as I love London, that everything has to centre around it.  Especially as UEA is meant to have an amazing reputation for writers… the city itself doesn’t seem to offer as much and I want to change that.

Anyway, I’m beginning to digress! 

Adios

xxx