Senior Teen

Senior Teen

Taken one year ago.

I find it hard enough to remember that I'm not 17 anymore, let alone that my first year of young freedom is up now. I set to myself that I must make my last teenage year count- but if it were half as brilliant as my 18th annum that would be bloody wicked and a year well done. Paying rent and working full time- suffice it to say that my childhood is well and truly up, if not my kidulthood. But not for one minute do I wish I were back in my school days. 

Fewer and fewer songs are becoming relevant to me. Here is are the songs that have mapped my adolescence so far. 
Please not that this is not a list of all the bands I have seen live or all the music I like, yet that which I feel inappropriate for me to listen to now unless in nostalgia. In melodramatic terms.

• 11, and my first concert. Avril Lavigne was spectacular and I cried a bit. I saw her 2004 at wembley and as I said to Mum I'd never seen so many people that all looked like Avril. Nailpin supported. I didn't like that I had to take the cap off of my bottle of water. 

• Billy Idol's Sweet sixteen was the best thing about being 16. I think I was 16 when I saw him live too.

• Being 17 was rather terrible apart from the girl in Mcfly's 'That Girl' had "just turned 17" so that made it kind of okay. I was also blonde just to suit the song even more.

Me at 17 (with Hayley P)

• When I turned 18 I didn't know what to do with my life and I was only earning £30 a week. This didn't bother me however as college was over and I went to the pub every night. I was also newly single and so being free, 18 and single all at once for the first time was very exciting. In the words of Alice Cooper- "I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want"

• This is a song which shall soon not apply to me. Well I'm not sure how to handle that.

• I feel I am dangerously close to meeting my childhood friends and pondering how strange it is to be fully grown. Bloody hell I might even have a baby to bring.

That's the end. 

Stay up late. A simple thing everyone has the right to!

We all know that there are several things in life that we take for granted. One of these 'little things' is the option to stay up late. And I don't just mean going to bed late at home, I mean going to the pub, going out for dinner and staying out for drinks, going clubbing. I can't imagine a life that would end at 10pm every day, but that's simply reality for thousand of people with learning disabilities. These people rely on their carers in getting out and enjoying a social lifestyle, but the social workers are just that- workers- and usually finish work at 10pm. Which is of course fair, everyone that works needs a regular finish time to go home. But this leaves disabled people with an early bedtime and never seeing the encore of a band. I don't think I've ever even seen a popular band that's begun a set before 9, or a nightclub that's lively before 11. 

StayUpLate.org are publicizing this downfall in the care industry, and hold events run by people with learning disabilities and open to everyone. And just to make them even cooler, it was started by a punk band. 

Do you know any disabled folk who'd be interested in one of these nights? Check out the website and share it- whether you do or not. I for one had certainly never considered that some of us aren't in control of our social lives, and everyone should know about this to try and bring about some changes. 

The next doctor who????/?

I was planning to write this up tomorrow. But have since heard rumours that the new Doctor will be announced tomorrow??? Tomorrow being Saturday 08/06/13. Which it already is but after no sleep the calender for me pauses, and awaits a fresh and glorious morning. 

I make no attempt in claiming to be sober during the typing of this entry.

So basically- MY ENTIRIES FOR THE 12th DOCTOR are as follows....

6. Jennifer Saunders.

Mrs Jennifer Who

Well come on. Who wouldn't want this to happen? As toxically deadly as this would be for the BBC and the percieved serious austeryity of Doctor Who, I would pay a fair bob+shilling to witness the female interpretation of the "sonic screwdriver". If not a radiantly glowing orange and vodka, then what else could the name possibly imply? I love Jen Saunders and i'm sure she'd be right up for a go at the ol' time travel. 

See. He hasn't a fucking clue what to do with it.

5. Rupert Grint

This old face

Okay well this would never happen in a million years but for the sake of an argument I had at the pub just now, lets say he were a candidate. Yes it would fulfill the fantasy of a ginger Doctor as he has always wished; but at 24, he is too young. 'Tis too soon to break the record of youngest Doctor, as Matt Smith should rightfully remain crown of this title until someone really worthy- more worthy than a rat goblet conjurer- comes along.

4. Ella Woods.

Another female candidate. Yes the Tardis may be due for an unanticipated makeover in pink decor- bu aside from the ill-advised choice of colour scheme; a sensitive empathetically in-tune Doctor would well suit the void in which Matt Smith will leave (brb crycry).  Ella is fab she is intelligent and will pursue the most difficult of conclusions despite whatever difficult obstacles may arise. Love inspires her, but not so much as the trail of hope for the pathetic and desperate she leaves behind. Well done Doctor Woods.

3.  David Karp (Tumblr Founder)

yes plz

He already has the hair and the huge online following and he's absolutely gorgeous and I love him.

2. Maurice Moss (I.T Crowd)

Socially awkward nerd Maurice Moss, played by Richard Ayoade  could definitely be the Doctor. All his geeky little dreams would come true although I can see him getting into more trouble than good. Not sure how much the Tardis would love being turned off and on again every time she malfunctions though.

1. Jarvis Cocker

Yes it's an old picture but hey time travel

This sexy little indie king can take me for a spin around the universe any time. He would rescue all the misfitted losers from the cool kids and we'd be seeing a lot more of Sheffield. And just think how many times he could visit in the year 2000. He epitimizes the British eccentiricity of which the Doctor has also revolved around. And while we're at it, Jarvis for president too.

A horrifically heart breaking story I wrote when I was 11.

Thursday 11th November 2004

The Horse Without a Name.

* Circus pony, liver chestnut, young, thoroughbred.

He was wandering- wondering who he was. The Circus Manager thought he was a beauty, caught him and sent him to the animal tent.
He was beat every day and was fed very little. He began to die and he still did not have a name. He was Nobody.
He was rescued by a little girl named Pippa, and she was 11 years old.
One day, the stable that Pippa kept him in was alight [with fire]! Quickly, Pippa opened the door and he galloped out into the horizon. Pippa never saw him again.
He stopped in a field, somewhere near Cornwall, and he called in a high pitched neigh, and then flopped to the ground.
Gypsies found him and kept him suffering until one night he escaped.