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Good Morning, Rude Mechanicals gig in Stoke tonight, I probably ought to get out of bed for it

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I’m in bed, the cat is on my lap trying to stop me from writing this and my tea is nice but does taste just a little bit metallic. Tonight is a Rude Mechanicals gig in Stoke. Luckily I’m not teaching today. I must get out of bed, shower and get off to see Punkvert to collect the remains of the Cyclops and the Wildebeest albums. Then get back and finish the Wildebeest linocuts. Oh, also there is a video installation thing I need to prepare, filmed with John Callaghan it is of the naked Cyclops in the Library of Obscure Wonders. Need to find wig, make sure dress is still in one piece and not too smelly. And I’d better print out the new songs in extra large prints and ask Jowe to bring his music stand along. Jowe wrote two of the new songs we are doing tonight, they are very good, one is about Coney Island and one is about creating a Golem, which is something I will make one day along with my perfect child.

Must get out of bed

but I can’t get out of bed because that would disturb the cat!

This is a lot of spoododle (a word I’ve just invented for writing fairly drab descriptions whilst lying in with a cat on your lap). Maybe I’ll see you later at the gig?

( soon I will write about my beloved chrysanthemum which recently passed away and do more animation)



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March 23, 2018 at 9:12 am

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She Snored Like A Rhino

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Its been two weeks. I know I said I’d create a miniature animation every week, but this is a little bit bigger than miniature and almost, but not quite, has a story. Very loosely based on a Rude Mechanicals song done many many moons ago. I think the track is on the Homemade album, though to be honest with you I can’t remember how it goes. And yes I do snore, horribly!

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February 20, 2018 at 2:37 pm

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5 weeks

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There are now five weeks leading up to my birthday and I’ve decided to set myself a task. The task is to create one miniature animation per week for the next 5 weeks, or one larger one with a story.

This task is very much like my New Years resolutions in that there is a high possibility of it not actually happening, or even beginning. But this is a mission that has been set and I will try my best to complete it!

(Note the determination in my eyes there)

To get me in the mood here is a very basic little animation I did 5 years ago about Derek, the man in my loft, with sound by Rude Mechanicals and especially Tom Greenhalgh on drum sticks.

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February 5, 2018 at 1:12 pm

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Oh my, yet another year, yet another set of resolutions

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1. Get organised – my neuropsychologist says I must do this if I want to stay on the same planet as everyone else, so i’ll try

2. Go to gym –  yeah right, that one was made to break

3. Don’t drink so much –  the new tablets I’m on get me drunk very quickly so it won’t be too difficult keeping this one, hopefully

4. Go swimming – even less likely than gym, but I can have ambitions

5.. Learn to cook apple crumble – mmmm, I’m hungry

6. Make some money for once – anyone want to buy a beautifully hand-crafted limited edition Rude Mechanicals poster of a beastly creation?


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January 8, 2018 at 7:02 pm

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Incidents and accidents, hints and allegations

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This is my head, yes there are a lot of voices in it, talking away, trying to control what I think and do. I’m trying to quiet them a bit at the moment, sssshhhhh… Can you spot yourself in there? Lots of my friends have become voices, it is not good. However, although they are problematic I am also addicted to them somehow, I talk to them constantly, and my brain also unconsciously searches for voices in the fans, in the light buzzing, in the noise after the record. This is why I chose the old gods, because its better for the voices to be gods than people I know. The clock is in the drawing because I always get the feeling that I should be doing something other than what I am doing, like now I should be tiding the flat and buying food for the dinner I’m giving tonight, and preparing for the interview I have on Saturday and the workshop I’m giving in the afternoon and so on. I must stop this feeling.

But now I must correct some mistakes, hints, and allegations…

Firstly I am NOT a born again christian, or indeed a christian of any sort. A reader of my blog somehow came to this conclusion. I think it is more likely that I get burnt at the stake. When I talk of God I am referring to a huge, unspeakable thing that IS. It can be talked of as a symptom of my brain disease but it is more than anything else and must always be in my life. It appears in the most ridiculous things, bottle tops, cracks in the paving stones, stains on the table, but no matter how ridiculous its placement it still is everything, life, the abyss, everything. This is very different from the Christian God I think.

Secondly, children. Just not meant to be.

Do I have them or want them? I’m very frequently asked this, it is annoying!

I guess it is asked of all women of a certain age and I’m just glad I wasn’t born 50 years earlier. The truth is I may look alright but I am in fact an alien in disguise, my body doesn’t comply with the things other human bodies do. It is not just my brain, I get endless surprised comments from doctors about the oddities of my body. I know my uterus isn’t “right”, this doesn’t definitely mean I can’t have children, but history suggests there is something not happening. And I’m fine about that.

I like children a lot, but really I knew from an early age I wasn’t going to have any. I was going to take over the world (obviously, I’m alien) and there just was no time for this children lark. My family disagreed though, they are a very child based family, “women that don’t have children go weird” they said. When I’m with my family I feel valueless because I don’t have children, and this, in the past has made me want them. The idea of having a child has also been an imagined escape route, a way to change my life when I am not happy with it.

Around this time last year, after the removal of the large cyst from my ovary, I ceased having periods, my stomach swelled and I felt nausea a lot. I did a pregnancy test and it was positive. I went to the doctor, I wasn’t pregnant, it was a side-effect of the operation. It broke my heart though, in a way, because it made me picture a loving family of my own which I can never have.

That makes it sound like I am upset that I can’t have children doesn’t it? But I am not. I like my life as it is, and children and conversing with God are two things that have historically never gone well together.

Kay, the cat, is a cat, and not a baby, I have had animals around me all my life, why must people now assume I only have them to satisfy my need for children? And if I do turn into a mad cat lady so be it! I shall have company in the cats, God, the voices in my head, and the ability to draw trees. Anymore would be greedy. (Oh yes, and I’m taking over the world, along with the trees, very very slowly)

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April 27, 2017 at 12:12 pm

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Quick sketch of the faces in the pillowcase mentioned in last blog

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heads on pillowcaseFaces in the Pillowcase,a rather silly sketch and nowhere near asm sinister and threatening as it was. Probably why I draw nature and not surrealism.

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April 14, 2017 at 10:47 am

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Aliens hanging around the place

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The aliens are here now. They have been hanging around for the last three weeks. At first they were just in my flat but now they are following me around. They were at the print club last night, it was a little disconcerting it being such a small room.

At first I thought they were my neighbours next door, there is a lot of very energetic men in there 20’s next door, who are always sliding in and out of windows and fences, but if it was them they’d have done something by now, not just hang around. Then I thought it might be the council because they want me out of my flat they are trying to find evidence against me, or even the government. Then I realised it was aliens again, they have visited me before, and for some reason this is much more believable and comfortable. I don’t know what they are doing but it doesn’t seem to be harmful.

Yes of course it is me hallucinating, my brain being mutant, but that is just one side. For me to say they are simply hallucinations and try to completely ignore them is for me to hide from myself. It is better for me to accept that aliens are visiting me with good intent and live happily with that.

They are from a realm, or dimension, or whatever, that exists here just next to ours all the time, we just don’t normally have access to it. It is very powerful. My seizures, and I imagine certain drugs, open the door to it. That is not necessarily a good thing, the seizure I had today was painful and involved my bedroom pillow growing many faces which were laughing at me and tearing apart my being, tearing apart everything I am from inside.

Time and space do not exist there in the same way as they exist here. An omnipotent being is in everything and everything is breathing. It is a mistake to try and hold on to your identity there, because it will be ripped apart and torn from you.

But yes, the aliens hiding in the corners of my flat, dashing past me when I’m cooking or watching the computer, curling up with the cat or standing next to the coats, are visitors from this alternative realm and in a way I am pleased to see them. They remind me that there is always an alternative, and that somehow, I have no idea how, there is a way to break the current flatlined  spell we are under.

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April 13, 2017 at 3:35 pm

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