Giving the finger

This week I witnessed someone click their fingers several times at another person while asking them to do something. It wasn't done in a camp, Ru Paul "snap! snap! sashay!" kind of way but in a quite aggressive get this done now or else manner.

Now they may not have meant anything by it. It could have just been a mannerism of theirs but I'm pretty f-cking sure that if anyone clicked their fingers at me whilst asking me to do something, I wouldn't like it and I would say so. It's just the height of rudeness and disrespect in my opinion. Human beings are not animals to be called upon with a click of a finger. Not in my world anyway. It was a few days ago now and I'm still livid by it!

Anyway, in other finger news, the strange mole that appeared on the side of my right index finger is non-malignant so the skin cancer scare can now be parked in the bin where it belongs. It's not normal but it was harmless and I'm glad it's now removed as it had been a little worrying for me. I had thought the universe had it in for me big style had this been another cancer issue. All I want is a semblance of peace and normality in my life and with the news of this being 'non-malignant', a few days of worry has now been alleviated. 

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Keeping loud sad thoughts at bay

The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

I know the above feeling well and to stop myself going crazy, cheer myself up and/or both, I've been keeping myself busy to keep depressive feelings at bay. I've already told you about some of the things I've been up to recently and here are some more. I don't know if there is a right way to get rid of the sad moods and anxious thoughts I have but sometimes keeping busy is the only way the loud, sad noises in my head can be suppressed. I don't have a choice. It's that or curling up in a ball and crying and I'm sick and tired of that. So are my eyes.

So in photos and in no particular order, some more reasons to stay alive (thank you Matt Haig for such an important book):

- Spending time with the wonderful children in my life with their various quirky personalities and funny ways. 

- Spending time with my wonderful family and friends.

- Going for a walk in Greenwich park and stuffing my face with delicious curry afterwards.

He gives good hugs!

Doing my best Japanese tourist impression straddling
the Greenwich Meridian Line

The sort of tree a child would draw if you asked a child to draw
a tree - in Greenwich Park

Me and Martha with Sarah's wedding venue in the background
at Greenwich Park

- Enjoying the 'Cocktails In the City' event in Marylebone and meeting fun and cool people and obviously getting hideously drunk in the process with Sarah!

Me and Sarah at the Cahoots photoboard

More cocktails - I don't even remember the names of these ones!

- Beer can chicken with Steve.

Steve trying to be demure having demolished
a whole roast chicken with me!

- Watching 'Billy Elliot' the play with Kira and unexpectedly sobbing at key moments.

- Going to a music gig at the Roundhouse in Camden to see 'Some Velvet Morning' with Alex, Rhian and Sarah and having a fab time.

- Watching and finally getting to meet this man, one of our great adventurers, Andy Kirkpatrick at possibly the nicest venue I have seen him in - the Royal Institute in Piccadilly. What a great guy he is and thanks for the hug Andy :) Come back to social media soon please lovely man!

Andy Kirkpatrick in full flow at the Royal Institute

- Managing to complete an epic north London walk with Sam reminiscing as we wandered through the delights of Highgate, Hampstead, Camden and Kings Cross.

Me and Sam
outside Kenwood House in Hampstead Heath

Me in Highgate Cemetery

There's loads more but I'm getting tired and memory is fading. Besides it will be good discipline for me to update this blog little and often ongoing.

Thank you all for being with me. For being patient, kind, funny and caring. For being my friend. For mostly just being there. You know who you are.

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Trainspotting - the play

Back in the Nineties, life for me was so much simpler. I was young, free and single with the world at my feet and the nearest party a tube, taxi or free lift away. Drinking, dancing and general partying was priority and having fun the end goal.  I know that spirit is still within me but obviously it's different now. I'm much older for a start and whether it's life, age and general decrepitude that changes you, I can't do that sort of partying anymore!

So when I saw 'Trainspotting - the Play' at the King's Head theatre last month, I felt as if I had time travelled to that time of hedonistic abandon again. 

The toilet for the infamous toilet scene

The play is great. If you get a chance to see it, do so. Like the film and the book it was funny, hard hitting, visceral and thought provoking. We got to sit by the toilet for the infamous toilet scene and it was strangely exhilarating to be covered in fake stage shite as the scene unfolded!

The most memorable part for me was the start of the play. It involved a clubbing scene and because the play was 'immersive' with the audience sat around the set, I got to dance with the cast. I must have looked ridiculous in my work dress dancing like nobody was watching but I loved it!

For the 4 mins 'Ebenezer Goode' by the Shamen lasted, I was on that podium at the Forum again. It felt great. No cancer, bad hair, sad relationship thoughts, self-esteem issues or worries about the future. I wish I could have bottled that moment just to have. To have the bottle so that every now and again, if I ever felt low, I would have it to remind me of this feeling. Of a happy time gone but not forgotten. Something I'll hopefully get to experience again one day.

Naughty! Naughty!
Dancing like nobody is watching

Glowstick bracelet - wish I could have
worn it for longer!

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Photoshoot - lights, camera, action!

So, at the end of February I took part in a photoshoot and these are some of the results from said photoshoot. It was kindly organised by Mike and Sylvie and it was a fun afternoon fuelled by lots of prosecco and MAC make up.

As you can see, everyone looked gorgeous although I feel as if I have let the side down as I look like a ladyboy! I opted for a 'dramatic look' expecting a little more drama with the photography hence the heavy drag queen make up but sadly this was not to be. I must stop expecting my own life to spill onto everything!! 

Anyway, as you can see they are lovely photos - thank you again Mike and Sylvie :-)

Possible back of book cover shot

Me, Bex and Sylvie

A lovely laughing shot but my head looks enormous!
Me, Sylvie, Betty & Bex

Christmas colours with me, Sylvie & Bex

Possibly my favourite shot
Bex, Betty, Sylvie & me

These boots are made for walking!
Bex, Sylvie & me

Possibly the most make-up I have worn since I was a teenager!

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A different kind of corkscrew...

Following my Rioja wine tasting trip, the irony of having a corkscrew like device drilled into my hip was not lost on me as I lay there on the bed waiting for the doctor to do his thing. It's been six whole months since my stem cell transplant and they need to know if I'm still cancer free. It was three months ago when they last did this so here's hoping that I still am.

Bone marrow biopsies are never fun. They f-cking hurt. People who say they don't are lying or just trying to make you feel better. Or they are just masochists. I've lost count of the number of times I've had them done since 2010. I could just count the scar holes in my hip area I suppose. Six, seven, eight. Anyway, it's always good to take whatever pain relief they offer (gas and air is now included) and to hold someone's hand throughout the ordeal. As I've said, it really bloody hurts.

In the absence of the hand that held mine in the past, you know you have a friend for life when said friend happily holds your hand and distracts you while you cry like a baby as a doctor corkscrews away into your hip bone... Thank you Martha for everything.

Footnote: Since I wrote the above blog post, the biopsy is still indicating that I'm still cancer free. Woop! Woop! I'm not dead yet! Life goes on :-)

Rioja Wine Tasting part 2 (11-14 Feb 2016)

And more photos!

Down in the wine cellars

Being silly with a cart! Loving Arantza's face!

Rioja hug - my one and only!

The ladies striking a pose!

Muga winery estate group shot

Giant wine presses

It was a bit windy in San Sebastian when we visited

Hanging around in San Sebastian

San Sebastian square

Outside the Guggenheim museum in Bilbao with giant dog bush sculpture

The Guggenheim museum in Bilbao with spider sculpture (love this photo!)

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Rioja Wine Tasting (11-14 Feb 2016)

Last month I went to the Rioja region of Spain over Valentine's weekend.
For reasons blindingly obvious, this was going to be a tough weekend for me especially hanging around at home with its multitude of memories and ghosts. 

So I gatecrashed Sarah's Rioja wine tasting trip! To drink some nice wine, learn about said wine, get to visit a part of Spain I had never been to before, meet interesting new people and most of all try and have some fun. And so I did! The weather wasn't great but northern Spain was never going to be in February but it was still very beautiful.

I thought I would do a short photo story of what we got upto below and in the next blog post - the pics speak for themselves. Thank you Sarah, Meirion, Arantza, Ian, Phil and Amanda for a fantastic weekend full of laughs, great company, tasty food and even better wine. Gracias a todos!

Wine barrels! The view outside our room at Eguren Ugarte winery. Amazing place!

The vineyards

Making myself at home at Torre de Ona winery estate

Dining room view at Torre de Ona winery estate

Trying to look interested at a wine tour

The group at Torre de Ona winery estate

Me and Sarah among the wine barrels - where else?!

With the man himself, his wine at his winery - Mr Luis Canas

Outside Marques de Riscal winery - a mini Guggenheim

Marques de Riscal winery was a classy place before this motley crew arrived!

Simply stunning views

Wine tasting at Muga winery estate

Wet evening out at Aroh (love this photo!)

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