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Silly Cow part II August 28, 2006

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Mitzy-graph

Drawn up by lovely boyfriend during one of our ‘creative’ afternoons

Hopeless August 27, 2006

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Love note penned in ink

kisses smudged with derision

Too clumsy to care

Silly Cow

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There once lived a cow in the zoo

Who didn’t know how to moo

She thought it a lark

To whistle or bark

Or hum a nice tune in the loo!

Can’t believe I actually submitted this as part of a TMA!

They fuck you up, your mum and dad August 24, 2006

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On the stage, standing still and looking straight ahead as we’d been told, we were ready to sing our first song, ‘Doing the Lambeth Walk’. In the hall of the small parish primary school, the parents were crammed in, sitting uncomfortably in tiny plastic chairs. They were all dressed up for the occasion, overcoats folded on their laps, proud dads giving a last-minute thumbs-up for luck while the mums chattered, their voices mingling. It was hot. All the different perfumes made the hall smell different to how it usually did. We were doing an Old Tyme Music Hall. Dressed as a Pearly Queen, covered in sequins with my lips and cheeks smeared with red Rimmel lipstick, I felt really excited. Not only was I playing a solo verse on the glockenspiel in ‘Little Donkey’ at the end but I had the lead role in ‘Albert and the Lion’. I was the smallest in the class, perfect to hide behind the lion after he’d ‘swallered the little lad ‘ole!’ We had a new boy in the school from Lancashire who could read the poem in the proper accent. I was so excited, even though I had to wear a horrible flat cap that made my head itchy.

The lights were switched off and we launched into the first song. I couldn’t concentrate. I was still glancing as often as possible at the door at the end of the hall, opposite the huge artificial Christmas tree. The red lights gave just enough light to see that neither of my parents had come. (more…)

Never again August 9, 2006

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Memories in boxes

newsprint wraps fragility

I hate moving house