The inside of my handbag #1

Apparently the contents of your handbag say a lot about you as a person. I have one too many lighters, like my lips to be soft, rob my friends of their watches and am getting a tattoo in a couple of weeks. I also travel on the bus and am old school, a pen and a piece of paper with a number scribbled on it being testament to that. Hmmmm.... Can't say I'm entirely sure what to make of this activity except that I need to grow up and get a new purse.

Alice's Adventure in Wonderland

I found an old paperback copy of The Penguin Complete Lewis Carroll this morning, with a little note to yours truly on the first leaf. I think it was a gift from a poet friend of the mothers who I haven't seen in a very long time. Pretty cool though eh? I never actually read it, I think I must have been very young and found it too difficult. Also I don't think my parents were the type to read to us as children, which in it's own way is a good thing I suppose. Anyhow I'm reading it now and I like it just as much as I think I would have if I'd read it years ago.

However, it turns out Carroll wasn't a very amiable fellow, regarding adults anyway, and this I found out before I even got to the first chapter. Why in the world would anyone do that? It's a pity that people feel the need to crush those little illusions you have about really fantastic authors that you grew up reading. C.S. Lewis was a misogynist, and J.M. Barrie was also a bit of a weirdo, or so I read. Both Narnia and Peter Pan have been tainted for me thanks to people poking their noses in where they shouldn't. The next person who researches a famous author would want to be careful.

Feist. No. Likey.

Never will I read a know-it-all introduction again. Scholars, pfft.

ooooooh.....

........a party dress is it? I love it. Urban Outfitters is just fabulous sometimes.
I shall be turning 18 soon, and me and two other cailins are having a session to celebrate. You'll recognise me as the girl in the shit-cool dress dancing to the shit-cool D.J., who, wait for it, played OXEGEN last year and is set to play that very same festival this summer! Oh yeah, this is gonna be CLASS.
Be there and be square.

I don't know why....

...but leggings are beginning to appeal to me. Is this wrong?
I've always been a bit wary of them, I'm not a fan of this whole bad-taste, 1980s revival thing that's going on. I think it's the most disgusting idea to walk down a catwalk in years, however these married to the mob ones are kinda cool.
Saw a little girl in the post office with some kick-ass ones today, they were pink and silver with little cut-out stars. Coolest little girl I've seen, if I was five, I think we would have become friends.

Dearest Blog,

Just finished working in the post office for the day. It's a nice place to be for some reason and you might not expect it. I'm sure people who work there day-in day-out have lost there love for it, but if you're only in there like me for a couple of days, it's enjoyable watching the people go about there business.
Anyone who thinks the Ireland of old is gone is wrong. They need to go stand in the post office for a while, it's quality. The banter going on between people and the gossip flying around the place...I think I'll be heading to the post office more often.
It's made me wish we were still in the era of letters. How nice would it be to receive a full blown letter? Nowadays a text or e-mail can be sent in a few seconds, a letter takes so much more effort, I've kept every personal letter I've ever received. One of the best times I can remember for sending letters was when I was in Irish College for three weeks two summers ago. There is nothing better than coming home to a letter from someone you're falling for. I still get tingly when I think about it now.
Also, check this out, Fafi is writing a comic... almost too good to be true...

I'm a Toy

I mentioned before that I like graffiti but I neglected to mention that I dip my own hand in sometimes. This one here (please excuse the crappy photo) was my first venture in stickers and stenciling. Hepburn here has been my hero for as far back as I can remember so I felt I owed her something. I first stuck these around the place about one year ago and recently made a couple more for the craic. I've done a couple more since this one, some more people I really love, historical figures and the like, and also a few of my friends.

I don't spend all my time at it admittedly, it's a hobby I only give a go at every now and then, so I haven't progressed much or anything but it makes you feel good. I also haven't told a lot of people I actually am responsible for them.

Anyway, as I've said, I've been doing this around a year, and since then my eyes have been even more open to the graffiti adorning our streets. Some of the stuff you see around is seriously amazing. Also, it's great seeing more and more people getting involved in it and let me just tell you now, if I ever catch the little dopes going around spraying 'toy' all over the place, I will not be responsible for my actions. Little shits. Can't say I've been targeted or anything, but it still annoys me.

So anyway, I'll post some more of them another time. I'm kind of wanting to get into bigger things too, so we'll see how that goes.

In other news, I'm going away....
To where exactly I'm not sure yet, but it will be a European city of some sort with plenty of nightclubs, alcohol and wreckless debauchery. London, Paris and Prague are highest on the list so far...
Oh the fun we will have. Only thing is we have to wait until the summer, which isn't too bad really. I age too ya know, and the ould birthday is coming up soon which means plenty of moola to line my currently empty pockets.

A bientot mes amis!

Hum Na Num...

...Da dum.

photo par la scamp

I'm a working girl again, feeding the economy, helping put foods in the mouths of the poor people bearing the brunt of the meltdown. Ironically enough, it's promoting one of the few surviving financial institutions left in the country. Yep, I'm one of those annoying bastards, who I myself feel like smacking everytime they try to stop me in the street and sell me something. Except right now I'm not on the street promoting, I'm in a post office. Promoting the financial institution that I'm not very successfully disguising right now.

See this puts me in a bit of a dilemma next Thursday. Or perhaps I'm reading too much into it. But anyway, there'll be people there collecting the dole right, and there's me pissing them off with gobshite about insurance from a bank. Hmm... I'm going to need to be very careful methinks, some of those ould ones are feisty.

Also I went out last night. Me and D had fun. Certainly looked that way while flicking through the pictures on my camera this morning. Limbo...D's leg. Horse racing...straddled bar stools. Yeaah.

Blackout Ireland

Serious business. Go to this website and do what it says.
Basically, IRMA, the Irish Recorded Music Association, is looking to censor certain sites for Eircom customers.
Also if you don't think this important, I don't want any of you frogs hangin around anyway, go get boiled elsewhere. The Scamp. Does. Ethics. Yeeaah.

GaGa is stupid and so is LOVE

I just read an article about Lady GaGa in the Style supplement of The Sunday Times. She's a dope, seriously. And what's even more annoying is the way these magazines try to make idols of these idiots.

''it's quite refreshing to meet a pop star who says things like, ''In this time of recession, people love this hair - it's so nostalgic!'' when demanding a James Dean quiff; or deadpanning, ''I don't get body anxiety - I don't eat,'' as she prances naked around the studio.''

Ruby Warrington should be ashamed of herself frankly. Cop on like. GaGa has the worst dress sense any of us has seen in a long time, and naming her as an overnight icon is just spurring on this bad taste, letting it grow into something worldwide.

Which brings me onto LOVE magazine, published by Conde Naste, the first of which came out this month. I should have known what I was in for when the the little subtitle was ''fashion and fame''. My goodness, where to start? Icons of our generation? Kelly Brook? Pixie Geldof? Georgia May Jagger? What?
LOVE is a joke, it's main aim is feeding the egos of the fame-hungry hipsters. Beth Ditto gracing the cover is proof of that, in what way exactly is she an icon of our generation? With one alright album from The Gossip a couple of years ago she's managed to sustain herself by being a fat lesbian. Ah yes, how unique you are Ditto.

Along with that many of the 'icons' that LOVE 'loves to love' are fashion models. Two features alone are dedicated to pictures of models, not even for the sake of telling a story or showcasing the talents of designers, just them. How sad is it that a magazine claiming to be at least partly about fashion, looks at the pretty face wearing the dress rather than the talent responsible for it?

I shall be sticking to Vogue from now on, at least when glorifying people, it's usually the talented that they're after. Along with that, I'm still reeling from last December. Swoon.