Innocent When You Dream

What a fitting title! Well last night I had my third dream in as many months about Tom Waits. This time I was part of his band and we were touring around Europe (Paris I think). I think I was actually one of his backing band and we fell madly in love as we toured. Hmmm....think my subconscious is trying to tell me something! I think I need to run away and join a band. Anyone know if Mr. Waits is auditioning for backing singers???
Photo is from tomwaits.com by Anton Corbijn.

Just call me Vidal Part Two

So I bet you're all itching to know what happened(?) Did I butcher my friends hair? I hear you cry! Well, fortunately no I didn't and by some not so small miracle, said friend actually loved the job I did which involed me cutting about an inch and a half off the length, cutting in a fringe and feathering the front and back so it didn't look too heavy. So basically a restyle.

I don't think I've ever been so terrified, I could hardly speak as my increasingly nervous friend tried to engage me in chit-chat, I could do little to hide the tremor in my voice. Once I had finished, and I watched my mate making her tea and could see the hair swishing around I relaxed slightly-I had done a bloody good job! Was it luck? A small miracle? I like to think it was down to the fact I'm just a natural whizz with the scissors, but I think I'll be waiting rather a long while to find out!

Just call me Vidal Sassoon!

So, I've been cutting my own hair for the last three years, due to not being able to afford to get it cut professionally, boredom, and being in possession of my Mum's old hair scissors. When my friend asked me to cut her hair I thought-no problem! I'm a whizz at this (its worth noting that I have never received as many complements about my hair than in the period in which I've been cutting myself), yet it wasn't until I was halfway around her head and there was a pile of hair on her floor that I realised: I haven't a bloody clue what I'm doing! The thing that became glaring obvious to me once there was no going back was: my hair is curly-therefore hides a multitude of sins, my friends is poker straight and unfortunately doesn't!

I now declare this blog....officially open!

If this blog were a boat, I would've smashed a bottle of champagne over it!
Well, here I go I guess, this is rather nerve-wracking actually-my first ever blog post, I hardly know where to start now. Well I guess I should begin with a mission statement of sorts. I don't intend to write about one thing in particular-just life in general, and my day to day struggles with life as I try to get myself happy, and back to normality after a very long and tumultuous battle with depression. I have many passions and interests and am always looking for new ones. One of my biggest passions is film and I predict a healthy dose of cinematic discourse here, but other than that much like life there will be no rhyme or reason to this....just random blatherings, as promised!