Follow the Yellow

back home

I’m back home now.

I had a lovely holiday. It rained every day, but that was very good practice for coming back home to Manchester. Later I will post some photographs which I took in spite of the fact that it was raining, and maybe even write something about what I did.

Today I am back and I have been to work, also in the rain. My kitchen ceiling is leaking.

In other news, I seemingly now have a surname! How novel.

Also, this blog has been mentioned here on the Manchizzle. I suppose this means I am now a proper, official, grown-up blogger. Greetings to anyone wandering here from the Manchizzle. Thanks so much for visiting, especially given the many other fine new blogs there are out there to tempt you (even a blog written by a cat !) and I hope you’ll come again soon.

not here

I am not here. I will be taking a screen break for about a week.

I am on my happy holidays in France.

I may well be eating a croissant at this very moment.

I will be back soon…

there is a wardrobe in next door’s back yard

There is a wardrobe in next door’s back yard.

It is lying on its back, crooked, splayed diagonally, like someone who has fallen down drunk.

It’s a sad sort of wardrobe. The white plastic coating is peeling off revealing the drab wood beneath. The door has fallen off and is now propped against a neglected shrub in a pot, revealing a shabby underbelly and a narrow mirror speckled with raindrops.

From here, I can see right inside the wardrobe and its meagre inner cavity. There is nothing inside it. It is just a very small, narrow wardrobe with no door. It is not going to take anyone to Narnia. It’s just lying there, looking helpless, beside some damp, flattened cardboard boxes that are slowly disintegrating.

I keep expecting my neighbour will move it but every time I look out of the window, it is still there.

more doings

last night I went to the “there’s no point in not being friends with someone if you want to be friends with them” reading night at the deaf institute, which is organised by Sally Cook and Chris Killen. It was great.

Unfortunately I couldn’t stay for the whole thing, but the readers I heard were all fantastic – I especially enjoyed Richard Barrett‘s poems- and it was brilliant to see so many people there. It was really lovely to meet Sally in real life as well, though I have to admit there is something slightly odd about meeting people whose blogs you read. Is it because sometimes it’s easy to forget that blogs have actual people attached to them? I suppose it’s something not dissimilar to when I saw Mr Scruff the other weekend and I was disconcerted to realise that he actually was just an ordinary bloke, rather than a sort of friendly potato thing with headphones on. Perhaps, even though there is a photograph of Chris on his blog (he appears to be buying bananas), some part of me expected him to look a bit more like a white cat with weird eyes.

Since this blog seems to be turning into a kind of ‘this is what I did today, and this is what I ate for my dinner’ sort of affair, as opposed to a place for the finely-tuned, inspired creative writings I anticipated, I think I may as well write about some other things I did yesterday. Here’s a list. (I like making lists. I’m much better at them than I am at finely-tuned, inspired creative writing.)

got up late
couldn’t decide what to wear. eventually decided.
ate breakfast.
walked to the bus stop, cursing the six magic buses that went past the bus stop before I could reach it (this happens every morning without fail)
got on the bus
went to work. worked.
had lunch: a jacket potato with tuna
did some vaguely stupid things, but for some reason, didn’t feel too bothered about it.
drank 1.5 beers at the deaf institute.
ate a chicken kebab.
watched part of “my neighbour totoro” which I have seen about a million times before. My boyfriend and I have a slight addiction problem with “my neighbour totoro”. We like to sit in treetops and play ocarinas of an evening.

and here’s some things I did today:

got up slightly late.
couldn’t decide what to wear. eventually decided.
ate breakfast.
walked to bus stop, etc.
went to work. worked.
couldn’t decide what to eat for lunch. eventually decided (a pastrami sandwich with mustard).
went to kendals. smelled the perfumes.
felt very indecisive in general.
drank about 4 cups of herbal tea.
thought about how I would like to go to rye in east sussex.
bought some coriander.
got the bus home.
talked on the phone about nothing in particular.
went to see “hellboy 2” at the cinema. it was not very scary compared to “the dark knight” but a lot more cheerful. in fact, it was a bit silly. I thought the legolas-gone-evil baddy was fairly ridiculous, but I did like the bit where hellboy and abe sapien sang “can’t smile without you” for a full 5 minutes.
ate some eve’s pudding. it was very, very nice.
tried to read a book but fell asleep instead.

another weekend rolls around

hello weekend.

I am going to make a resolution to try and post here more regularly than once a week but it’s sometimes so hard to find the time. Here’s a few sporadic events from another busy week: apologies for the stream-of-consciousness style rambling:

…I went to see the lovely new Ceri Hand gallery in Liverpool and the most uncanny current exhibition by artist Doug Jones.

…I also saw the New Ends, Old Beginnings exhibition at Open Eye Gallery and the Bluecoat – my highlights were the beautiful photographs by Lara Baladi.

… I went to the launch of the new exhibition at Cornerhouse – Masaki Fujihata’s ‘The Conquest of Imperfection’. It’s great fun – definitely recommended if you get chance to check it out.

… I re-read my old Virago edition of Elizabeth Taylor’s Angel in anticipation of the new film adaptation which I think comes out later this month. I haven’t read it since I was a teenager and had forgotten what a spectacularly peculiar book it is. I have mixed feelings about it: it’s a pretty depressing read but also oddly compelling. I’ll be interested to see how they attempt to transfer the book – and the character of Angel herself in particular – onto the big screen.

… I also had quite a lot of my hair chopped off. It was a bit scary. I didn’t think I’d be that bothered – after all, it’s only hair, it grows back – but I actually felt strangely emotional about it. I’m starting to get used to it now, but I have felt very tired ever since – I am starting to suspect that my hair contained all my strength, Sampson-style. It also worked very well as a substantial blonde security blanket – very good for hiding behind. I’ve not exactly got a ‘short back and sides’ now, but even so, it is a bit of a shock to the system.

… And I marvelled at knitting wizardry from my friends Rachael Elwell and Sarah Hardacre. Check their lovely and very inspiring new artyarn blog out here. They have been commissioned by New Islington festival to knit guerilla art. They are making tree cozies! They have knitted a chandelier! I love it…