Month: August 2014

Na na na nanana naaaaa, nana na na, hey Jude!

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Fourteen years ago I picked up my GCSE results, walked back down the hill from the top site hall to my house, picked up my bag, piled into a car and was driven, by Mum, to Towersey Village Festival.  

 

I didn’t know that I would be attending 12 of the following 14 years’ festivals, nor that I would remain camping with the same kind people who feed me and give me a chair to sit in and a gazebo to be sheltered by.  I didn’t know that people from that festival would inspire me to study their music at university or trust me to be involved in the behind the scenes workings.

Happy Birthday Towersey

Happy Birthday Towersey

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We have fallen down again tonight, in this world it’s hard to get it right

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Everybody
Ingrid Michaelson

We have fallen down again tonight
In this world it’s hard to get it right
Trying to make your heart fit like a glove
What it needs is love, love, love

Everybody, everybody wants to love
Everybody, everybody wants to be loved
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh….

My older brother and his wife have been together for 15 years, my sister and her boyfriend have been together for 9 years, my brother and his girlfriend have been together for about 7 years and my youngest brother and his girlfriend are getting married next year.  I’ve had 2 proper boyfriends and both were essentially shits.  There’s been a smattering of almost men and I’ve asked out a fair few male friends who I’ve had crushes on only to be (very politely) turned down.

I go through phases of not particularly being *that* bothered and others of being completely annoyed that I’m on my own.  I know one of the factors is that I don’t go out and meet people much so when I start the new job I’ll be doing that, but in the meantime, I’ve joined an online dating site.

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So lay away your livery, forsake and cut them down

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I moved up to Sheffield carrying with me one large suitcase of general stuff, my travelling backpack, my tent, ready for Towersey Festival, and a big Ikea blue bag filled with things to make stuff from.  When thinking about what I’d need to move to a new city with, I packed clothes, a few items for the start of school, and I knew that travelling up on a train would be a pain, but I couldn’t bear to leave behind my felt, embroidery threads, needles, bits of ribbon and other odds and ends for making bits and pieces.

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