Monday, 31 August 2009

Mary Mary

Mary Mary
"I'll spit on floors
and do more drugs
burn every bill
get drunk on love
wear next to nothing
in the pouring rain
be a bad exmple
and do it all again.

"I'll be uncareful
I'll cause such scenes
and I'll never talk
of used-to-be's
Tattooo my face
I won't go grey
be a dancing queen
I'm growin old disgracefully." Chumbawamba, Tubthumping, 1996, Castleford

"Some women I talk to are so frightened of growing old. I sense their desperation. They say things like, "I"m not going to live to be old, I'm not going to live to be dependent." The message young women get from youth culture is that it's wonderful to be young and terrible to grow old. If you think about it, it's an impossible dilemma - how can you make a good start in life if you are being told at the same time how terrible the finish is? Because of ageism, many women doen't fully commit themselves to living life until they can no longer pass as young. They live their lives with one foot in life and one foot outside it. With age you resolve that, I know the value of each day and I'm living with both feet in life. I'm living much more fully... The power of the old woman is that because she's outside the system. She can attack. And I am determined to attack it. One of the ways in which I am particularly conscious of this stance is when I go down the street. People expect me to move over, which means to step on the grass or off the curb. I just woke up one day to the fact that i was moving over. I have no idea how many years I've been doing that. Now i never move over. I simply keep walking. And we hit full force, because of the other person is so sure that I am going to move over that he isn't even paying any attention and we simply ram each other. If it's a man with a woman he shows embarrassment, because he's just knocked down a five foot seventy-year-old woman and so he quickly apologises. But he's startled, he doesn't understand why I didn't mover over, he doesn't even know how I got there, where I came from. I am invisible to him despite the fact that I am on my own side of the street, simply refusing to hive him that space he assumes is his." Barbara MacDondald, from "Both feet in Life"

"It is much more a lack of fun which batters us than over-abundance and indulgence" Raoul Vaneigem

Okay, so I'm not old, just came across the album and it's contents and it brought a smile to the face and wanted to share it.

Saturday, 8 August 2009


Home again home again. life, love and laughter. Missed and found and lost and fragile. Emotions peaking and then tumbling down with the exhaustion of crazy hours jumbled into a cylic form that people call a day. To and fro we go. Smacking your senses sideways with its unrelenting push towards the future. What future, that one you make. The one you carve with each outward breath and motion you take. A smile. A touch. A lingering sense.

then again maybe i'm just a crazy bitch ;