The Cat Flap

Please close the flap quietly on your way out

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Lovely n sunny outside, so send a bunch of flowers to someone you love.

Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Lovely n sunny outside, but what the heck, stay in, play Space Invaders, or check out the real world invaders instead.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Today the bag, tomorrow the fridge.

1 pot of Carmex lip balm
1 pot of Dr Hauschka lip balm
1 tube of pink Revlon lip gloss
1 Mulberry purse
1 packet of Wrigley’s Extra, opened
1 cinema ticket for ‘City of God’
1 copy Haruki Murakami's 'The Wind-up Bird Chronicle’
1 BBC diary
3 polaroids: 2 x me drunk, 1 x me playing Scrabble
1 pay slip
1 pen
1 receipt for Sainsbury’s Tottenham Court Road (£28.81)
1 receipt for Selfridges, The West Village (£70)
1 smile cheque book
1 hair brush
1 exposed, undeveloped roll of Ilford FP4 Plus, 125
1 Chubb key of unknown origin
5 tampons of various sizes
1 set of Focus Dailies contact lenses
1 vial Lip Venom
1 letter for someone else

Sunday, April 13, 2003

I am awash with burstiness. Ever noticed how you'll hear a word one day, then the next thing it's inescapable? That'll be a word burst then. See what words people like us are using.

How long before 'sextuation' makes it?

Tuesday, April 08, 2003

My mum said that when she first met my dad that he looked at his feet and she knew she was going to marry him. What she didn't tell me for 31 years was that she dumped him three weeks after they met because he was too shy. Apparently he said that everything went black when she told him this. My dad the poet.

See if you'd be compatible with me - remember to send me the result.

Sunday, April 06, 2003

Quick note about feeling happy. Wondering how smug I'm allowed to be, to be this happy, actually, and wondering what the penance must be. Can't think of a time when I felt more content: D's been leaping about in sand dunes, S is on my bed, the sun's been shining, had a few glasses of wine down Brick Lane and my fairy lights are twinkling.

Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Oh, one other thing re Liverpool's anthropology. Scallies are generally famed for their tracksuits, so was interesting to see that the birds have moved onto velour J-Lo trackies in every shade of pink. Nice one, sound as a pound.