Dylan Thomas was mental.

I mean seriously, he reads like a drunk horse.

I fucking love it.

Stay shining tiny dancer.

Today I found out one of my greatest animal friends I’ve ever had been hit by a car. Hit and run. Bastards. It’s the worst way to lose a cat, I lost my little kitten ‘Tink’ the same way and you just feel as if they’ve been cheated in the worst way possible.

But here’s to Izzy, he won’t get an obituary in The Guardian, so this’ll be as good as it gets.

Izzy Mark Marshall was born at some point in 2004 to a litter of fantastically fluffy black and white kittens Izzy set high standards in personal preening from a young age, always priding himself on his amazingly straight tail and particularly jooshy bit behind his ears. The look was born. Izzy had his style sorted, it was time to find someone who he could moosh off and live for free with. He chose a mister Scott Marshall.

Izzy was a travelling cat, priding himself on the fact he’d lived in 3 cities (London, Wolverhampton and the cultural hub of Coventry). And it was this experience as a wonderer which stood him in such good stead when it came to forging friendships and allegiances. Personally I met Izzy around a year and a half ago, he’d just arrived from Coventry and had the attitude to match but he soon won me over with his massive panda face and little teddy bear like fluff.

Izzy and I became best friends over the last year, he’d always listen to me whenever I was a little bit down, and he never turned down a good hug offer when one was going. He also loved having his picture taken as often as possible and wearing coats when it got cold in the winter.

So here’s to you Izzy; stay chasing those mice up in cat heaven you beautiful dreamer.

Izzy 2004-2007

And on the 6th day.

He decided University was good. Hella good.

Ludovico Einaudi

I've discovered a genius.

http://www.myspace.com/ludovicoeinaudispace

Phew

The passport came and I went up to collect it personally, Nathalie bought me and her a holiday to Corfu for two weeks before I start uni, her grandparents wanted her to spend it on a holiday for her to go travelling on her own, but she told them she didn't want to see things without someone to share them with.

So we're off to here -

Which will be amazing.

Apparently if you swim up the Canal D'amore you'll be in love forever.

Royal Mail are still cunts.

luffs

xx

Fucking bollocks shitting hell

I’ve gone from being ecstatic to devastated within the last few minutes. Me and Nathalie had planned on going away the week before I set off for university to Nissaki which is a little area at the top of Corfu, nice, secluded woodland spilling onto beaches and harbours with water temperatures at 24’C to just set down and relax and go to university completely unstressed and happy.

Today I thought I’d just check up on my student loan, having sent my passport off to the civic centre to confirm my name and identity and such jazz, I rang them up to see how it was all going, only to be told they hadn’t received my passport. Fuck. I’m screwed. Good and proper, I’ve got my dad running around to the post office almost leaping with glee interspersed with what I’m sure he believes to noises of concern but from here all I can hear is

“you won’t be able to go on holiday now”

“you might not get the money for your loan through now”

Fantastic, if my heart hadn’t turned into a brick already then those statements of what I was already thinking said out loud really did just hammer it down my body. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It’s even more infuriating that I thought I’d be saving time by sending it through the post, not knowing when I’d be in town next to drop it into the civic centre personally. What an utter fuckwit. Jesus. So here I am, Nathalie thinking it’s my personal fault the Royal Mail are absolute fucking idiots, that we can’t book our holiday till I know what’s happening, till I know I can actually go abroad. I feel sick and an idiot. I knew something like this would happen, whenever I’ve ever EVER had to do anything concerning any sort of administration I’ve always had trouble, never get an easy ride.

The last two days have been too much for me to handle.

The Royal Mail are currently on strike so I have no way of knowing if it’s lost or just held up for God knows how long, but either way every day that goes by is a day longer that I fuck things up for me and Nat, I can see the foreseeable future being utter hell.

Loves

x

I'm not dead!

Just well busy!