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23 Mar

Snapping bubble gum between her teeth in a way that annoys even herself, Al steps out of the front door, half registering that it’s warm enough to not need a coat.

She’s wearing one anyway.

Key lodged under the plant pot by the steps, her rubber soles thwack on concrete and she’s off down the hill. Her friend Lucy is waiting at the end of the road, as promised.

Lucy carries her awkward bundle of bones in her uniform. They stretched before she was expecting them to; adolescence and all its unreasonable anger poured into a glass like a dropped can of Coke, fizz rising to the top and spilling out before she could stop it.

They call out things that feel like normal teenage words. Perhaps “Hey,” or “Yo,” definitely nothing like OMG or LOL. This happened before all that.

They pass the woods on the left. The air hums with the start of summer.

New green things unfurling, becoming tall in the silence.

Chlorophyll flooding venation, a viridescent tide swelling underfoot and overhead, sweeping everything on it, under it, in it.

Damp earth warming in the already-potent morning sunlight and fermenting like wine. Photosynthesis everywhere.

Normally they chat. Boys, girls, teachers, TV. Not today.

The woods start to thin out and a hill rises in front of them. To their left, a gap in the hedge and beyond it: fields. They stop. They both know that they can just carry on and the other will go with it. That would be easier.

Each of them half wants the other to just walk forward and carry on up the hill so they can follow, but the plan said now or never. If you could have asked them afterwards, each would probably lay claim to being the first to turn away from the inevitable and towards the unknown.

There were no witnesses so early in the morning, no dog walkers or postmen. If there had been, they would have reported no sass. No teenage bravado. No jostle to be first through the gap.

Just two friends, disappearing.


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#oneaday 28: Friday Fash – MOSHERS

28 Jan

Today’s Friday Fash is brought to you by the (decidedly unfashionable yet still) very lovely first album by Avril Lavigne. Questionable? Yes. Bothered? No. I’m having a regression into my sixth form days when I used to love dressing in baggy shorts, vest tops, hats, skater shoes (despite not being able to skate) and about a million bangles and chains. I used to love getting dresses up like that. Obviously I looked like a complete dork, but I had fun all the same.

gem leeds fest 2001 rawk avril lavigne fash

How did you dress when you were 16/17? How has that changed? I want photographic evidence!

#oneaday 17: Bookworm

17 Jan

I absolutely love reading and books. I always have loved books and can’t ever imagine life without them. From about the age of 7 I’ve stayed up way past my bedtimes, under the covers, squinting in the landing light or cosied up with the lamp on to finish that chapter or to find out what happens next. I have a few favourite series of books that I loved when I was younger, including Redwall, Lord of the Rings, Babysitters’ Club, Sweet Valley High, Point Horror, Mallory Towers and loads more.

point horror R. L. Stein books 1990s

What were your favourite books when you were growing up?

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The Saturday Guardian on a Wednesday

12 Jan

The Saturday Guardian has been one of the things I look forward to the most for the past five or so years. I bought the paper on Saturday and I’ve only just got round to reading it properly, but it stirred up some memories and I thought I’d share them.

Guardian weekend saturday guardian news paper supplements

Saturday morning memories on a Wednesday…

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Round up of 2010

28 Dec

The last year has been eventful to say the least. 3 jobs and 3 houses later and I’m finally feeling all settled and ready to give you my review of the year’s stuff. Enjoy! Feel free to argue/agree with me by leaving a comment. What were your fave things of 2010?

2010 year in review

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Jaunts west to Liverpool: well boss

28 Oct

Tomorrow morning, I’m being whisked away to the city of Liverpool for a lovely night away with my lovely fella.

I’m very excited about this for a number of reasons. Firstly, we’re going to get all cultural and visit the Tate for some art action. Secondly, we’re staying in what looks like a fab hotel on the Albert Dock. Thirdly, we’re going to disco dance into the night to the sounds of Danger, an electro type producer off of France. Should be cracking. I won’t talk too much about it now as I imagine I’ll be back here shortly regaling you with tales of my trip, so I’ll tell you the other reasons I’m looking forward to visiting Merseyside: ace memories.

Liverpool is one of those cities that you just get a really good feeling for as soon as you step off the coach/train/ferry/pit pony/whatever. There are a couple of reasons why I think this is. Firstly, it seems to have a lot more space than a lot of other cities that I’ve visited. The first time I went to Liverpool, as a Fresher back in the early noughties, I was visiting with Rock Soc (yes, I’m that cool) on a trip to Liverpool’s ROCK CLUB, the Krazyhouse. I remember getting off the bus and being really surprised that I felt like I was at the seaside. The air in Liverpool felt exhilarating. Okay, so I know I’m not the most blessed person when it comes to geographical knowledge, but I did know that Liverpool was near the sea. But I didn’t expect it to have that big, open sky, whilsting wind feel of some of the more remote northern beaches that I’ve visited. I think it’s because that free, open feeling contrasted really well with the sprawling city behind me. The city itself feels like it has a lot of heart and, excuse the rhyme, art in it. I don’t mean galleries. I mean that it just feels like it generates a lot of creativity. And, even though I’m not the world’s biggest fan of The Beatles, you can’t help but see how they (amongst countless others, I know) felt inspired by the city.

Lots of sky, lots of water

Lots of sky, lots of water

I’ve seen the city from the other side of the water and it’s equally as exciting. The fact that there’s an underground tunnel UNDER THE RIVER freaks me out quite a lot (I’ve never been on the Eurostar, can you tell?) but the view from the wirral of the city at night is just lush. I was once lucky enough to venture to an old maritime defence castle type thing – Fort Perch Rock-  on the banks of the Mersey to take part in a club night called Nautical. Even though it absolutely binned down with rain and we had to squeeze about sixteen people into a Corsa to get back to Liscard to go to someone’s parents’ house and drink their Amaretto, it was a brilliant night and once again, left me with a lasting and positive image of the area.

A fair few of my favourite friends hail from Scouseville or thereabouts and they’re all jolly decent, so I seem to have an in-built predisposition towards folk from the Wirral and the ‘Pool which may explain why I feel so at home there.

I’m very much looking forward to our jaunt west and hope the reports I bring back with me are as glowing as ever. There’s lots more that I want to see, for example, Port Sunlight sounds boss. I don’t know where the city gets its other, more negative rep from…

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Calm, as they say, down.

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