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    February 28

    Little Blue

    You can't write a novel from a briefcase
    You can write a poem from a trench
    You can dream a dream from A to B
    But you can't catch a bus from a bench

    You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
    You don't name your boat Titanic II
    So why when I see your happy smiling face
    Do I always end up singing Little Blue

    Little Blue, how do you do
    Your smile looks like heaven
    but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
    Little Blue
    How can a flower so pretty
    be so laden down with dew
    Little Blue

    How can a flower so beautiful
    be so laden down with dew
    Little Blue

    You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
    You can build a pub on a church
    And people fall quicker than buildings do
    You have to decide what comes first

    You don't call a plane the Flying Roman
    'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew
    So why when I see your happy smiling face
    Do I always end up singing Little Blue

    Little Blue, how do you do
    Your smile looks like heaven
    but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
    Little Blue
    How can a flower so pretty
    be so laden down with dew
    Little Blue

    Well Bukowski wrote a story from a barstool
    And Keats from the top of a hill
    So I'm going to save my special song for you
    From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill

    'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
    On the horizon of your smile
    When most think that you're holding back
    I know you're holding bile

    Little Blue, how do you do
    Your smile looks like heaven
    but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
    Little Blue
    How can a flower so pretty
    be so laden down with dew
    Little Blue

    How can a flower so beautiful
    be so laden down with dew
    Little Blue
    February 26

    To Whom It May Concern

    Something's gone.
     
    Something's slipped.
     
    What is it?  I don't know.
     
    Nothing's chanced with me.  I promise.  I still... still... but- you've been-
     
    Something's not quite as There as it was.
     
    I've done something horribly, horribly wrong.
     
    I knew I had.
     
    I just don't know what it is yet...
     
    Any help would be much appreciated.  Tell me.  I want to know.

    They really are addictive these quizzes...

    ***The Keys to Your Heart***


    You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

    In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

    You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

    You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.

    Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

    Your risk of cheating is low. Even if you're tempted, you'd try hard not to do it.

    You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.

    In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.


    What Are The Keys To Your Heart?
    http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/

    Taking Things Slowly

    I am a great believer in taking your time.
     
    It leaves room for screwing everything up, tearing it into small pieces and starting again.  It gives you the chance to find out everything you can, make a balanced judgement, and know what you're talking about.  Or, at least, sound as if you know what you're talking about.  Which amounts to the same thing from other people's point of view.
     
    I also believe in deadlines.
     
    Because if we didn't have deadlines, we'd never do things.  We'd procrastinate, and procrastinate, if there's even the slightest amount of effort involved.  We'd never put ourselves out.  Because there'd always be another day.
     
    I am guilty of procrastination.  We all are.
     
    And now, I am guilty of thinking bloody hell hurry UP.  And I know several other people are thinking that on my behalf, as well as at least one thinking it of their own accord.
     
    So go on then.  Just get on with it.  It's not TOO dreadful, is it?  And, in the words of Gwendolen in the play I have just remembered (SHIT) I am supposed to be performing tomorrow, "And to spare you any possible disappointment, Mr. Worthing, I think it only fair to tell you quite frankly before-hand that..."
     
    And that's something nice for you to look up isn't it?  www.google.co.uk  There you go, then.
     
    Because I still like playing games :D  Don't let that put you off.  And I mean that quite seriously.
    February 22

    I've been at the quizzes again...

    ***Your Love Life Secrets Are***

    Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.
    You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?
    You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky.
    In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.
    Break-ups can be painful for you, but you never show it. You hold your head high.
     
    ***Your Love Element Is Earth***

    In love, you have consistency and integrity.
    For you, love is all about staying grounded and centered.
    You attract others with your zest for life and experiences.
    Your flirting style is defined by setting the scene, creating a unique moment in time.
    Steady progress and stability are the cornerstones of your love life.
    You may take things too slowly, but you never put your heart at risk.
    You connect best with: Fire
    Avoid: Wood
    You and another Earth element: need each other too much to build a good foundation
     
    ***You Are an Espresso***

    At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic
    At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung
    You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping
    Your caffeine addiction level: high
     
    ***You Are 80% Weird***

    You're more than quirky, you're downright strange.
    But you're also strangely compelling, like a cult leader.
     
    ***Your Five Factor Personality Profile***

    Extroversion:
    You have medium extroversion.
    You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.
    Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.
    But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."
    Conscientiousness:
    You have high conscientiousness.
    Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.
    Most things in your life are organized and planned well.
    But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.
    Agreeableness:
    You have medium agreeableness.
    You're generally a friendly and trusting person.
    But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism.
    You get along well with others, as long as they play fair.
    Neuroticism:
    You have medium neuroticism.
    You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.
    Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.
    Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.
    Openness to experience:
    Your openness to new experiences is medium.
    You are generally broad minded when it come to new things.
    But if something crosses a moral line, there's no way you'll approve of it.
    You are suspicious of anything too wacky, though you do still consider creativity a virtue.
    February 21

    Oh, Charles...

    You should need no more reason than the following to listen to Round the Horne.  I promise.  7pm, BBC Radio 7.  Or ELSE.  I found this earlier.  And it's damn good.

     

    "Charles?"

    "Oh, Fiona. I knew you'd come."

    "Yes, Charles. I knew you knew."

    "Oh, Fiona. I knew you knew I knew."

    "Charles, I just couldn't keep myself away from London's Venue theatre. As soon as I realised that up there, live, living, breathing, pulsing on stage would be such heroes as Kenneth Horne, Kenneth Williams, Hugh Paddick, Douglas Smith and Betty Marsen. No Charles, I soon as I heard... I felt the urge."

    "I felt the urge too, Fiona. It was a large urge."

    "Oh Charles! I can feel the urge pressing against me now! Especially as I know it's on BBC Four."

    "Oh Fiona!"

    "Tell me Charles, does it still hurt?"

    "Only when you poke it with your umbrella."

     

     

    There you go I told you so.

    Right so how am I right now?

    Well to be perfectly honest, a lot of people have been a bit worried about me recently.  I name (well... half-name) S, R, H, H, M and J to name but a few.

    But I am okay.  I have worked out who I am, to an extent where I am and all I have to do now is brace myself and wait for whatever life throws at me to finish taking its aim.  Sounds perfectly simple.  I know what is being thrown.  All good.  Only problem being horrible lack of depth perception and/or hand-eye.  Ah.  Yes, I know Ah.

    I will survive though, won't I?  We'll all get through it unscathed somehow.  And since I have managed to find time to spend the entire evening doing a particularly good jigsaw puzzle (500 piece map of Europe.  Found it under my bed.) I daresay I won't do too badly.

    Oh- and a hint for a few people (but not for others).  I know it already.  You know I know it already.  So SAY it already.  Don't say I haven't done it myself, because I have.  I HAVE.  Bleargh.

    Get well soon.  Bit of a blank day today.

    February 18

    Panicking slightly...

    Last time I had an oppertunity, I don't think I was in a particularly good mood.  Oh, I was amiable enough, I wasn't blowing up at the nearest person, if that's what you think.  I just wasn't eactly receptive.  I wasn't on my guard.  And I have a feeling I walked all over you and... it wasn't quite the moment.  Was it?  I should've seen it coming, then.  It was my own fault.
     
    And now I'm getting increasingly agitated because I don't know how much damage I've done, and in my mind's eye it's getting worse and worse every minute.
     
    Why'd you speak too soon, Fiona?  Why'd you do it?  Why didn't you wait until you were certain before letting it slip?  You total utter idiot.  You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid... stupid...
    February 16

    Happy One Year.

    It was the 16th Feb last year that I started this blog.
     
    Bet you didn't know that.
     
    Bet you didn't care either lol.  Good for you.
     
    It's official - ladies and gents - September 19th IS International Talk Like A Pirate Day.  Don't believe me?  www.talklikeapirate.com  Thank god for the Late Edition.  You love it really.
     
    Today, my mood has been... racked with guilt.  Reallyreallyreally.  Because I don't know what I think again.  It's all very well, isn't it, to hold to your guns but you really do have to decide which guns are yours and which are just small water pistols that someone's stuck in for a joke.
     
    And as for the poking... I know.  Pick a day any day.  If it's not tomorrow I guarantee I'm free.  Apologies for the incredibly odd mood, too.
     
    Steph; I think the technical term is: SCOOOOOORE.
    February 11

    Ten Specifications for the Perfect Man - UPDATED

    As found on my MySpace.  Add me.  www.myspace.com/silentdancing
    1. An intellectual.  This includes knowing what he thinks, what he wants, who he is, and most importantly I don't have to explain long words.
    2. Able to make conversation, interestingly and often, without making me bored/want to hit them.
    3. The lasagna.  You do not know quite how vital that is.  From scratch, not just microwaveable.
    4. Either original or not trying to be.  There's nothing worse than someone who thinks they are an enigma for the music they listen to.  Music is not the most important thing in the world.  Live with it.
    5. Mature.  No, I tell a lie, mature most times.  Sometimes it's good just to pretend you're five.  So, not mature, so much as adaptable.
    6. If I play mind games - which I do, I'm a manipulative bitch at times - figures out that I am in about 10 secs and damn well plays them back.  Basically gives as good as he gets.  Interpret that as you will.
    7. Has some sort of purpose.  Does things.  Doesn't just float around being bored and not doing very much.  Gets on with life.
    8. Clean.  Hate greasy hair.  Plus it's kind of a prerequisite for my mother.  Trust me.  (I wouldn't ask.)
    9. Has some kind of faith.  I don't care if it's agnosticism, atheism, Catholicism, Hinduism, doesn't bother me.  As long as he's thought about it.
    10. And most importantly of all I do rather have to find him attractive.  After that lot, I should imagine I would.  But it would be useful if he'd find me attractive too.  And... do something about it.  Because I am a coward to the highest degree.

    How d'you reckon you did?  Comment with probable scores please (btw one person... I know what you got and it was damn good... muchos congrats :D)