Monday 7 January 2008

In this world that we trust...

With such an interesting, and unpredictable 2007, I can only help but wonder what this new year has in store. No sooner do we countdown with Big Ben than the year already throws to us some unexpected challenges.

This time last year I was about to embark on an altering journey throw the realms of Laura Ashley sofas and fabric, find a new meaning to love, and join forces with a band of rebellious Femme Fatal es up north and fall from a stool through a wall. Discover new productions and the value of solidarity... All the while, fighting a head on battle with 'He who shall not be named'*.

Twelve months ago I didn't how to defy gravity or realise how strong the market for porn was in this volatile world. Or what you can do with a B.A. in English! I had never seen Silvia Plath's art work and had never left the English shore.

I had never been in a white transit with a man I'd never met. Never found such hilarity in a drunken man at a bus stop: "Are you two together? Blut, blut". I hadn't yet seen how Dickens and Shakespeare could be compared or how beautiful Whitby could be. I hadn't yet seen the fabulous light of blossoming friendships and luxury... Or even heard that Dirty Dancing was now a 'classic play on stage'.

I invariably had more hair, less money, and slightly more sanity.

Now the man with a van is a co-star and employer with my new job. I cant go a day without singing about visiting a wizard... But I'm not gay...

Lets hope that the year to come has just as many twists and turns, that can only ever endeavor to make me the person I've become...









*See previous blog. June/July.