Blog Entries from My Only Weakness

  1. Panic On The Streets

    Today's protests in Manchester's Piccadilly Gardens sees 400 Greater Manchester Police deployed. A live stream of the protest, that actually buffered more than it streamed, was hosted on Facebook by the user account The Manc. It seemed that even the most fundamental aspect of the event, like who was protesting what, could not be agreed upon by anyone, down to the comment posters on the live feed. Former EDL leader Tommy Robinson seems to be credited with the planning of the gathering, and...
  2. I'm a Grandmother!!

    Still can't get over the fact that el hijo numero uno has spawned!!! I am to be called Mimi. I still want another baby myself, but I know there's no chance I'd ever have a girl. I've always known I'd only have sons. And, hilariously, I always said I bet I'd end up with a gaggle of Granddaughters. She's called Adeline Harper, and I hope that is an homage to Harper Lee and not the Beckham baby. I haven't enquired, as I'd rather hang out with my assumption than face some embarrassing notion....
  3. Mind Over Time

    Before I'd ever had a chemically induced surreal experience, I recall life striking me as incredibly odd. On a fairly regular basis. I put it down to being a child and that everything was pretty weird anyway, so, I never really thought a great deal about it. I just enjoyed it since I couldn't change it. I wasn't one of those kids that panicked when the round-about went too fast. On the swings, I would swing as high as I could then, JUMP! Even giving birth didn't make me fearful. It made me...
  4. Come, Come, Come, Nuclear Bomb

    I live in Europe. Regardless of Brexit and the establishment of the European Super State, England can't be geo-politically edited out of Europe. It's a region, we're a part of it. It affects us. In Rouen, as I am so sure the whole world has heard by now, a church was attacked, a priest slain before his parish,and others seriously injured. This is cowardice at it's height. There is no reason to go conjuring up the Crusades to excavate enemies of Islam. There are plenty that have been...
  5. Money Changes Everything

    An old friend that I've known my entire life sent a message through my Mom asking me to call him. Unless I mean to be found, I cannot be found, but, I am really easy to get a message to. We have the same phone number that we had when I was in Kindergarten. Mom said he was telling her how he'd bought a place on the river and that he's got the yacht on his own dock. He's been running an antique business and apparently it's doing pretty well. He told Mom that he would pay for me and Thomas to...
  6. It's The End Of The World As We Know It, And I Feel Fine

    Brexit. Nothing annoys me worse than made up compound names for couples and/or situations. Brangelina. Tomcat. Whatever. Fortunately, that tendency seems to be on it's way out. Along with any British subservience to the European Union. Whilst this gives me immense pleasure on behalf of my ancestral blood and current national identity, it also gives me a fair amount of anxiety about what is to come. When his Lordship came into my room this morning at dark thirty and announced in a whisper...
  7. And When I Fell On The Floor

    I have never been a drinker. I have always put this down to the fact that I've been an Olympic puker my whole life and just couldn't keep it down long enough to justify the effort required to be a successful drinker. This puts me at odds with my English lineage. My American family were religious types,(obviously), so, no one in the family drank either. Except my "Irish" grandmother, who, turns out, was only terribly English in the first place, just the ginger variety, with maternal ancestry...
  8. I Know It's Over

    When a relationship begins to resound with echoing death knells, it's fairly unmistakable. I have known for a very long time that this would occur. And, honestly, it's been degrading since the moment it began. I blame myself. So does he. In fact, he not only heaps all the blame on me, but all the responsibility as well. Furthering the opportunity for more blame to be upon my head when I inevitably can't manage with both hands tied behind my back and all the odds stacked up against me. I...
  9. Speedway Cover

    I was just scrolling through youtube vids of Moz and came across this. I'm pretty impressed!
  10. Twenty Years, Seven Months, and Twenty-Seven Days

    Feels like that long since I wrote here. I feel secretive, guarded, and exposed as I poise to write. I have not written in the full length of time I have been gone from here. I occasionally fall mute, to the unconcealed surprise of those who know me. It isn't within my nature to be quiet, much less brief. But, twice in my life, I have been struck mute by the gravity of the reality in which I have found myself. And not for a moment, but for months. I spoke to someone the other night, and...
  11. Big Mouths, lah de dah

    I have never really appreciated unsolicited advice. I don't "take" it. I don't take orders, either. I will seek out things I need to know. And as far as orders go, I've been running my own little show for ages and I will continue to do so. I don't get off on being bossy, and I certainly won't allow someone to boss me around. There are some females in my sphere that fancy themselves as foremen. They like to tell others what to do. Now, any of you that have read more than a paragraph or...
  12. Highland Fling

    I am in the land of Scots. I am so happy when I'm here! Everywhere I look, there is something else I absolutely adore. It is such a gorgeous day. We woke up early, there are some very posh boys from down South back in England that are staying with us this year. They are blond, have perfect tv teeth, and are so polite, well spoken and cute! Eton boys. I'm so accustomed to the usual theatre tech piss head who drinks too much every night and has to be poured into bed by someone. These boys...
  13. Slip Into Silent Slumber

    I want to be Rachel Brice. I think this is so ethereal and exotic. It's beautiful. That style of dance is incredibly taxing. The amount of control you must have over your movements requires such strength. It doesn't really look like she's doing much, but I know from past experience whilst studying dance, that this requires a finely honed skill set, and the ability to work through pain. As does any form of dance, except maybe line dancing or the macarena! hahaha The hotel/B&B was...
  14. Past The Pub That Wrecks Your Body

    We got a really weird phone call yesterday morning. A guy we don't really know very well has asked us to move into his recently purchased hotel/pub and run it. It looks pretty good on the auction house website. Not perfect, but workable. We're going down to have a look at it tomorrow. There are some aspects of the situation that would be great, others not so great. For a start, I'll have to immediately hire staff. Finding good help in these two areas is next to impossible in the...
  15. A Quick Word

    I know that things get nasty on this site, but I have a different experience here. I enjoy coming here, I enjoy the exchanges with my fellow writers, look forward to reading new posts and actually miss folks when they aren't about for whatever reason. Everybody that had been missing turned up over the last few days, (no word from HIG, but she's been to see Moz, so I hope we hear how that went SOON, ahem, HEEEEY, how was the show?!??!) Anyway, I just wanted to take this space to say how...
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