I know, I know

that in the post below I have done exactly what I said I wouldn't do, but that was purely for demonstration purposes.

Mud

So you've been to a festival? I am very happy for you. Of course I want to see your pictures of distant stages in the middle of the night, and I'm sure that it really was far muddier even than the snapshot of half immersed director's chair can show. It's true, you really had to be there.

But I wasn't. So you just wait until next year, and then we can have hours of fun comparing long-drop anecdotes and remeniscing about the hare crishnas.

In the meantime mud is just mud*. I saw plenty of my own at the allotment this weekend, AND I planted more than an upturned wellie, but you're not interested in seeing a picture of that, are you?

*Unless there is some sort of bathing, of course.

Ps. I realise that I am being just a tad glastenvious, and also a hypocrite because I am also going to a festival this year. But I PROMISE not to take or show pictures of festival mud. Allotment mud, on the other hand....

Girl, there's a better life for me and you

When I was a melodramatic teenager (as opposed to an unacceptably vague adult), my philosophy on depression and despiration was this:


If the situation is that bad that you don't see a future for yourself, it's a hell of a lot worse for a lot of other people. So shut the fuck up and get some perspective. If it's that bad for you that you feel like dropping out, do it; put yourself in a different situation and make someone else's life better for a change.

Well, life isn't so dramatic as it seemed then, but I am still at a crossroads. I am not happy in my job. It is a good job, but not for me. I have had the opportunity to be 'corporate', and will not go there (therein true depression lies), but cannot make a decision about a way forward. So, I have decided to run away.

The idea is this...

I work. I save money. I raise money, by hook or by crook (not so much by the crook). I finance myself to volunteer abroad for a number of months. During which time I will stop moaning about my situation and get a bit of perspective, hopefully using my 'skills' to do some good work for others.

So far, so vague. I am in the process of finding a project to volunteer on. I have seen plenty, but it is difficult to find an organisation that doesn't 'liaise' with charities for profit, which seems to defy the object of my mission.

Which is where readers (if there are any) come in. Can anyone recommend an organisation or charity that is legitimate? I have been looking at Cross Cultural Solutions - anyone had any experience with them? How about Global Vision (I think they are 'for profit')?

Anyway, thanks.

This will be a continuing campaign. Sorry to those who come here looking for hot lesbian action - it aint happening. Send me on a charitable expedition - that's hot too.

A sensual as a pencil

I was going to write a detailed explanation about why I was disappointed with the production of TRHS at the Lowry recently, using reasons such as the fact that the Lyric theatre is like battery farming for audience members and thus not conducive to time warping, and that it really isn't in the spirit of the thing to have two characters doing a two step during a song about despiration, fear and seduction, and that Frankenfurter's thighs were too musclely for my taste.
But then I realised just how much of a geek that would reveal me to be, and decided just to post a picture of Tim Curry instead.
Oh, but the Sign Language interpreter was wonderful. In his only-gay-in-the-village pvc short-suit, he translated the dialogue and songs with a humanity and style that was missing on the rest of the stage. He was, by far, a true hot-patootie, and the best thing about the whole show.