Anyway, for those curious (ha!) this is me.
(The hot blonde is my friend Kirsten who lives in Edinburgh. Miss you pal, see you soon like.)
Defo still would, you saucy minx.
(by Terry Richardson )
And I (almost) TOUCHED IT!
Literally giddy for a good ten mins after being in such close proximity to this jacket. Is there something wrong with me? In fact, don't answer that...
I used to write,
I used to write letters I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by the time we met
By the time we met the times had already changed
So I never wrote a letter
I never took my true heart I never wrote it down
So when the lights cut out
I was left standing in the wilderness downtown
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
It seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
We used to wait
We used to waste hours just walking around
We used to wait
All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown
We used to wait
We used to wait
We used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Sometimes it never came
Still moving through the pain
I'm gonna write a letter to my true love
I'm gonna sign my name
Like a patient on a table
I wanna walk again gonna move through the pain
Now our lives are changing fast
Now our lives are changing fast
Hope that something pure can last
Hope that something pure can last
we used to wait
we used to wait
we used to wait
Sometimes it never came
Sometimes it never came
Still moving through the pain
We used to wait for it
We used to wait for it
Now we're screaming sing the chorus again
We used to wait for it
We used to wait for it
Now we're screaming sing the chorus again
I used to wait for it
I used to wait for it
Hear my voice screaming sing the chorus again
Wait for it
The Woman in Black is seemingly a popular choice on the curriculum at GCSE and Standard Grade level, but I'd never even heard of it before. Turns out it's now being made into a film with Daniel Radcliffe of Harry Potter (and Dazed) fame.
Not convinced by the creepy cover? Here's a little extract:
"In the greyness of the fading light, it had the sheen and pallor not of flesh so much as of bone itself. Earlier, when I had looked at her, although admittedly it had been scarcely more than a swift glance each time, I had not noticed any particular expression on her ravaged face, but then I had, after all, been entirely taken with the look of extreme illness. Now, however, as I stared at her, stared until my eyes ached in the sockets, stared in surprise and bewilderment at her presence, now I saw that her face did wear an expression. It was one of what I can only describe - and the words seem hopelessly inadequate to express what I saw - as a desperate, yearning malevolence; it was as though she were searching for something she wanted, needed - must have, more than life itself, and which had been taken from her. And, towards whoever had taken it she directed the purest evil and hatred and loathing, with all the force that was available to her."
EEEEK! I'm excited already. I'll be getting the gas fire on and snuggling up with my cat to read this one. Anyone read it before? Thoughts?
So, never really knew how to use Polyvore before - I confess I was more than a little scared of it, but who knew it could be so fun!
Here's my first ever effort. I have to say I went for a similar look today myself, except I had on lovely faux-leather shorts and a black velvet Tshirt from toppers and my trusty western shoes from urban, but it's all in the same vein. Those quilted shorts are the stuff of dreams, and I'm probably going to buy that Tshirt from Your Eyes Lie when I get paid.
Rock on!
What I wouldn't give for a buckled bra (that I would never ever wear outside, but just strut around my room in thinking fierce thoughts. But still, what I wouldn't give...)