Tuesday, 25 September 2012

The Tale of Tod {part 1}

This is a story I wrote for my English class. I'm going to give it to you in a couple of parts just to see how you like it.
I would really appreciate your feedback guys. Thanks!

The Tale of Tod

Tod Hogan left his office at J & J Accountants and entered the stream of pedestrians pushing endlessly down the grey city streets at exactly 5pm on Friday. The streets in the heart of a city, Tod had always thought, were like a great and powerful river. The constant flow of people was mindless and relentless. If you ventured out into the centre of the streets you could easily be swept away by the swift current of taxis, trams and mopeds. It was like the artificial world of people, where barely a blade of grass grows, could not help but mimic the natural world it smothered.

Tod slipped through the crowds effortlessly. He was moving with the flow and his slim build lent him that mystic ability to weave around people like liquid. He was not too short so as not to be able to see above heads; but not especially tall either, an average height. The reason no one ever noticed Tod was because he was so average. Everything about him looked normal. His cinnamon coloured hair was nondescriptly cut, his face was not striking or handsome, his suit and shoes were regular and boring, even his voice was the kind of neutral tone that betrays neither anger nor sadness.

Tod Hogan simply didn’t make an impression on people. It might have bugged him, but it didn’t. In fact he liked it. Tod could cluck like a chicken and start dancing the Macarena in the middle of the street and no one would be able to give a distinctive description of him to the police. He was just too ordinary. It was like being invisible.

Tod took a tram to his apartment in the odd middle ground between the city and the suburbs. He lived alone and kept to himself, so no one really knew him, which was good. Tod didn’t need people to know him.

As he walked into his apartment he realised he was hungry. But he also had things to do tonight.  From deep within his being he felt a growl of hunger of a different sort. There was a thing inside him that thirsted for something more than food and Tod found it easier sometimes to eat nothing when the thing was hungry. So he set his briefcase on the kitchen table, skipped dinner and left his apartment once more.


Lilly Brendal stepped out of the warm train-car into the bustling station and gasped. She’d never seen so many people in one place before. She’d been to the city before, but that was ages ago when she was a little girl and they had come by car. Now on her nineteenth birthday she realised that time had faded her memory of the crowds and hubbub that surrounded her now.

She followed her best friend Jay Heath through the rabble and out of the station. Lilly noticed the sun was dipping low towards the horizon. She glanced back at the clock above the entrance and saw that it was about half past five. At least their train had been on time.

The girls stopped and waited for the traffic light to let them cross the street. Rays of warm golden sunlight bounced off the great glass skyscrapers and into Lilly’s eyes. She squinted at the glowing buildings and elbowed her friend. “Which one do you think is the tallest Jay?”

“That one right there.” She pointed to a sleek-looking cylindrical tower that seemed to Lilly like a great golden needle trying to sew together the land and the sky. “Are you sure? I mean what’s it called?”

“Jeez Lilly I don’t know everything! But it definitely looks the tallest. So it’s got to be.” Lilly just shook her head. It didn’t make any sense; but after so many years she had learnt not to argue with Jay. Somehow she would always find a way to put you off and change the subject so you’d forget what it was you were talking about.

But even if Lilly had wanted to pursue the matter she couldn’t have because at that moment the traffic light began beeping frantically, telling them it was time to cross, and the girls talk instantly turned to finding the place where they planned to celebrate Lilly’s 19th birthday.

Jay had been to the city more often than Lilly and as a result she was designated navigator. Jay had too much confidence in herself to use a map and Lilly’s phone had forgotten to charge itself the previous night. After about fifteen minutes of wandering about, craning their necks and gawping at the grey buildings around them; they were hopelessly lost.

“I thought you knew where this place was Jay?!”

“I do! It’s just that the buildings have changed since I was here last. I’m sorry Lilly. But I’m sure it’s somewhere nearby…” Jay did a small pirouette as she tried to figure out where they were and the skirt of her grey 1950s style cocktail dress billowed out in a circle around her legs. With her ruby red lipstick, big innocent blue eyes and patent leather heels she looked like one of those ditsy blondes in the old movies. A far cry from Lilly’s motorcycle boots, denim skirt with fishnets, bottle-glass green eyes, jagged red-black hair and leather jacket.

She sighed; they were an unlikely pair to say the least. So different in looks but so similar in tastes were Lilly and Jay; no one had ever expected them to be such good friends. And they had been friends so long now; Lilly should have known to bring a map of her own, or at least remembered to charge her phone. Jay wasn’t that different from those stereotypical girls when it came to practical smarts. So she was hopeless when it came to directions. “Look Jay!” Lilly cried suddenly, “there’s a taxi! We can ask the driver where we are.”

“Cool.” She replied and started waving her arms madly at the cab, which obediently pulled over for her and rolled down its window. “I’ve got a passenger right now, but you look lost, what’s up?”

“Sorry to trouble you but we are.” Jay panted, “Do you know where The Strange Wolf Café is? I thought I knew where it was, but now I’m not so sure.” The cabbie smiled and pointed them in the right direction. As he wound his window back up Lilly noticed the guy the cabbie was driving; he wasn’t very interesting looking, but he was staring at her. She frowned and stared back at his wooden brown eyes and as the cab moved off he turned his head slightly. He was still looking at her. Without meaning to she shivered, and when Jay tapped her on the shoulder she jumped.

“Whoa girl! You totally spaced out on me there! What happened? Did you see a cute guy in the back of the taxi? Why didn’t you say anything? You know we could have taken him with us. You haven’t had a boyfriend in ages!” Jay’s words came out at the speed of light and Lilly had to shake her head a few times before her brain would process what she was saying. “What? No, of course not. No. It’s just the guy in the back was staring at me. Total creep, but that’s all.”

“Right. Well if you’re back with us now I for one would like to get going. OK?”

“Yeah sure. Sorry.”
“No problem Lil. Just don’t go walking into any doors and embarrassing me.” The girls laughed and walked off in the direction the cabbie had indicated. The strange man in the back of the taxi faded from Lilly’s mind.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Very Happy!

Just a quick post to say I am going to see Derek this afternoon!
And words cannot express my happiness. So there. Watch out D-man! Here comes Izz.

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Where art thou?

Ok so I'm painfully aware that I haven't been on the blog in ages. I'm sure I'm not badly missed but I thought I better let you all know what's been up.
Firstly I don't get much time on the computer and I used to spend a lot of that time here. I needed to cut down a bit.
Secondly I have been ambushed by the second half of year nine. My school has a program at this point that requires a shite-load of work and I have been inundated.
Thirdly I'm going to have to move house soon and it's been kind of stressful.
Fourthly I'm sorry. I'm going to take some time to sort through all the stuff I've missed on my dashboard. I might even get time on the weekend to chat.

The point is for the rest of this year I'm going to be pretty distant. Doesn't mean I'm not here (I might silently observe the craziness sometimes) but it does mean that I'm not on as much as I used to be.

I'll be back!

PS I'm also not happy because I can't go see Derek when he's in Melbourne. It's been booked out and I'm second on the waiting list for a cancellation. *shakes head* it was my own fault for booking too late. Anyway that's all. Have a picture. It'll make you laugh.

Monday, 11 June 2012

A Short Story From a Friend

One of my friends wrote a story. She's not a total English freak like us so it's really quite a big thing.
I asked if I could show it to you guys and she said yes. So here:

The Truth Is Told…

You’re staring at a piece of paper in front of you that your teacher just gave you, you sigh as you read what it says “what do you do when you get home?” you look at it for a while than you put your hand up, “yes Indi?” asks the teacher, “do you have to say the truth?” you ask “of course you do” says Miss Lynx, you look back down at the piece of paper and you read it again then you begin to write.

 when I get home I lock myself in my room and sit in my corner and wait till my dad gets home, as I hear him walk in I grab my knees and curl up in a ball and listen to him go off at mum, as I’m listening he gets closer and closer till he’s banging on the door yelling “OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR NOW!” I freeze as I got up; I was staring at the door till I got closer. I unlocked it and ran to my corner, he walks over to me yelling at me blaming me for everything, next thing I know I’m being picked up and thrown across the room, I hit the wall so hard it had a hole in it, I hit the ground with a thud he walks over and starts to kick me in the rib cage. After a while he stops and walks out.

 I slowly get up and walk over to my door and lock it, then I walk over to my corner and sit down. I sit there for hours playing with my knife till I hear mum and dad fighting again. I put my knife to my wrist and cut every time I heard my name (which was a lot), now there’s blood all up my arm and it’s time to go to bed. And that’s what I do when I get home.” I put my pen down and look at it and I think to myself “I’m 14 years old and I get thrown at walls most the time.” I get up and hand in my work I walk up to Miss Lynx as I’m handing it in I say “next time I’m just going to bleed to death.” I walk off leaving Miss Lynx to read my paper.

Tonight the same thing happens. After he leaves I go to my corner and cut my wrist deeper this time, as the blood leaks from my wrist my room starts to go black and as it gets darker and darker I hear police sirens outside my house, I whisper to myself, “sorry Miss Lynx but it’s too late I’m gone. Good-bye.” The police come up to my room where they find my body in my corner curled up in a ball. Miss Lynx walks in and stands there looking at me. She says to one of the police men, “she looks so peaceful.”


By abbey shields…

Let me know what you think!

Friday, 25 May 2012

Release Date!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The 74th Hunger Games is coming to DVD on....*cue video*
Hands up who's super excited!
*puts own hands in the air and waves them around wildly*

Thursday, 17 May 2012


Hurray for promises!
Sorry about how random that is. The lyrics to the song on my iPod right now include those words.
I'm in school. Cross Country run is today and I'm not doing it, so I'm sitting in a classroom being bored.
I have happily finished the last NAPLAN test I will ever do this morning. So the result is my inevitable happy dance and frustration that school goes back to normal now.

AND NOW! A random picture from my school files:
And another one because I have nothing better to do!

btw I have recently written a short story in my maths class. It has no name but I'm planning on typing it up and putting on this blog. SO, look out for titles involving pencils and a person called Gerald!

Thursday, 19 April 2012

HISHE Hunger Games!!!!!!!

I can't believe I missed this when they posted it a few days ago! It's the HISHE that I've always waited for!
Happy Hunger Games!!

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Catching Fire

Two things:

1. Gary Ross will NOT be directing it.
2. It has a release date (which I'm not going to tell you because I'm mean).
Oh yeah and a picture:

And the date's November twenty second, two thousand and thirteen

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

All right

After much thought I have decided that I shall not continue to write my story with Lyra, Nix and myself in it. I do not know if I shall take it up again in the future but for now I can see no point to it and if I do pick it up again I may well rewrite most of it.
For now I'm going to focus on developing my character, Lorelei Fetch. Probably beginning with a short piece on my history and my character profile. I hope you understand.

Monday, 26 March 2012

Ummmmm... It's a claymation.

I did this for English. It's a claymation that I called Super Good-Guy Saves The Day.
I hope you like it!

Also those bits where he falls over were left in for sentimental reasons (we couldn't get the stupid thing to stay upright)!

Thursday, 22 March 2012


I just saw it!!!!! I'm posting this before I go to sleep.
I. Saw. The Hunger Games.

I'm so happy (a point which I have made to Eve and Mist twice since I got home). I have been waiting so long for this day. I'm still waiting to wake up.


Sunday, 11 March 2012

Guitar Picture

I'm posting this picture because Lavender Hope got a guitar.
This one is my dad's (I can't play) and I took it with some help from my iPod.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Story time is postponed

I know I told Nix it would be posted today. But I may have forgotten my dad's birthday in that equation.
So I'm sorry, but the longer I spend thinking about something; the better it gets.
In the meantime here's a really nice picture I found on Deviantart:

Thursday, 1 March 2012



Ok so I have discovered that despite apparent happenings in the final episode of series two of Sherlock...

Moriarty lives in Australia as a financial advisor. and he thinks we're idiots:



It's been raining for days here. Rivers are flooded and roads are closed.
My grandparents were on holiday and part of the road to go back has been washed away. So they're staying a little while longer I would think.

The best part of all this is of course is that I got to go home early from school. I just felt the need to boast to you guys about that.
Nix will be happy to know I am currently writing him into the next part of my story. So it should be up soon.
Auf wiedersehen, Lorelei A.K.A Izz

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Story Time! (why didn't I call the first one that?)

Refer to first part of story for the fact I have stopped writing this.

Ok I've done some more. Next bit should be interesting, but it might take a while. School.

After a moment of shocked silence; Lyra pulled the rocket launcher out of her bag and pointed it at a small group of the vampires. “Who is your creator? We want to speak with him.” Lorelei levelled a glare at the vampires, “that bazooka will blow half of you into little fleshy scraps if you’re not careful. We want to speak with your creator. Now!” One of the group of vampires scurried back behind the rest.

It was a strange bunch of vampires too. They were all full vampire, but obviously very new. There were all different races and nationalities, like someone had gone around the world and picked a person from everywhere. None of them were talking, most stared at the bazooka, some were looking around as if unsure as to what they should do and then a couple of bold ones glared at the girls. Suddenly they all parted and a figure strode through their midst.

She was as tall and thin as a super-model, with a self-important stride she approached the girls. She tossed her wavy red hair and glared at them with her hard blue eyes. There was a venom in the look that made Lorelei uneasy and her own dark blue eyes flickered away. Lyra was bolder though, and locked glares with the other woman. They looked like they were about to launch into a soap opera bitch fight.

There was recognition in their eyes, Lorelei realised. She looked back at the other woman and tried to see if she remembered fighting her before. The woman sighed and broke off the staring competition that had unofficially started. “Lyra Blue.” Was the almost incredulous remark in a pleasant Russian accent, “I never thought I’d see you here.”

“And I you, Scoriza. I must say you’ve put on weight since we last met.”

“I thought you were staying out of things like this Lyra,” Scoriza sneered, ignoring the insult, “You’re going to make trouble for yourself if you keep on like this.”

“Mostly just trouble for you I think. Have you met my good friend Lorelei? She’s quite experienced on the trouble front.”

“No actually, I haven’t had the pleasure.” Scoriza extended her hand, “Lady Scoriza Venaskie, it’s a pleasure.” Lorelei looked at the hand suspiciously; then back at Lady Venaskie, she sighed.

“I think I’ve missed something here. How do you two know each other?” A look was exchanged and Lyra replied. “It’s nothing Fetch, just history. We don’t need to go into it now.” Scoriza smirked, withdrew her hand, but said nothing. The vampires shifted uneasily.

Lyra looked at Lorelei. Lorelei looked at the possibly fatal position they were in and brought her own hand out. “Lorelei Fetch, and the pleasure is all mine,” Scoriza took it graciously and curved her scarlet painted lips into a smile. “Well then now we are all properly introduced. Kill them,” and with that she disappeared into the mass of oncoming vampires.

Lyra fired instantly, taking out a good chunk with the rocket launcher, then they each pulled up their AK47 and let loose. The younger vampires fell easily, but the older ones closed in swiftly. “We can’t do this Fetch! I needed more warning to set the timer!” Lyra yelled over the noise, “We have to retreat!!” “Ten four Blue! I’ll hold. You go first!” With a quick glance at her friend Lyra dashed out the door and back into the searing heat. Lorelei came through the wall three seconds later and Lyra grinned.

Lorelei’s skills were unique, she liked to call it ghosting, the way she could fade into insubstantiality and float. Sometimes she even did it in her sleep. Now that was funny, once she had woken up on the roof of a skyscraper. Of course Lorelei didn’t find it as funny as Lyra did; she said it was a serious issue. If she came back to full density while half in a wall she didn’t think Lyra would laugh so much.

Of course now they were running. Running for their lives; but the vampires probably wouldn’t follow them outside. After all, heat was heat, and the vampires probably didn’t like it any more than everyone else. So they stopped and returned to the general store.

Lyra got her phone out. “Who are you calling?”

“Someone who should be helpful.”


“Shush Fetch!” Lorelei sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Nix? Yeah it’s Lyra Blue, remember the zombies?” She paused, then laughed. Lorelei frowned. “I know yeah. Say! Feel like doing some killing?” Another pause, “vampires.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, “OK sweet yeah Coober Pedy. See you there.”  Lorelei looked at her friend sternly, “was that Nixion Strange? Because didn’t he kill a bunch of people? You know, innocent people?”

“Yeah, but he’s good at killing things. And I think he’s over that whole serial killer thing.”

“You think?”

“I’m almost absolutely positive.”

“Wunderbar.” Lorelei sighed and went buy another ice cream.

Friday, 24 February 2012

My First Fanfic

Achtung! I have ceased to write this story. Sorry.

No, that isn't a childrens book I'm reading. I have actually started to write a story from the whole Skulduggery Pleasant theme. It's mostly to develop my persona, Lorelei Fetch, but I have included Lyra Blue and promised to include Nixion Strange.
So yeah, this is it so far. I hope I can write some more over the weekend, but TEOTW might take up too much of my time....we'll see.

btw I'm thinking I'll call it L&L for now (Lyra and Lorelei) but once again, we'll see.

It was hot. Sticky, stinking, burning heat that made the air shimmer over the sun baked rocks of the desert. Lorelei shielded her eyes from the sun as she stared out over the god-cursed landscape. She hated it when it was hot. The Bespoke clothes she wore kept her body cool; but she could still feel the heat nagging at her mind. She couldn’t think when it was hot. It made her want to curl up in a freezer and eat chocolate cake. It was because of the heat that she had left Australia in the first place.

Yet here she was again. Oh well she thought, at least I don’t live here anymore. She turned her attention back to finding the vampires. She knew they were living somewhere nearby, probably in one of the caves that a lot of Coober Pedy residents preferred. She just had to work out which one.

Lyra Blue was waiting for her at the general store. Lorelei would be glad for the help, and Lyra was one of her oldest friends. They had met while doing some combat training together and became fast friends. If they weren’t busy they still sparred occasionally; but that wasn’t often.

Before she stepped out onto the street she checked her weapons. The last thing she needed was to be caught unprepared. But it was apparently too hot for anyone but Lyra and herself.

“Hiya Fetch! How ya been, got a couple of little pests I hear?” Lyra and Lorelei always called each other by their last names. It was a habit they had picked up from action movies. “I’m as good as I can be, considering I’ve gotta get rid of two vampires in one day. What about you Blue?”

“All in a day’s work Fetch, you know that. But god it’s hot! Can we take this inside for now?”

“Just try and stop me! I wish these sorts of things wouldn’t happen to me, I thought I was done with this place you know?”

“Yeah, yeah you give me that every time. Come on.”

They got two ice creams and sat down below the air conditioner. Lyra licked her double scoop of chocolate and gestured for Lorelei to begin.

“Right, so the idea is, because I’m so carefree and jobless the Aussie Sanctuary thinks it can pick on me. I keep telling them I won’t do any Aussie jobs and they keep upping the price. Apparently though they are low on resources, they are not low on cash. Also they claim I’m still legally an Australian citizen.

Anyway, Grand Mage whatshisname is gonna give me two grand to get rid of these vamps that are causing trouble and I heard you had something new developed.”

Lyra grinned. She had indeed been busy at the bomb range lately and with some devastating results. “You just wait til ya see this Fetch. You won’t even know those vampires were there once we’re done with them.” Lorelei grinned back over her cookies and cream.

“Then what are we waiting for?”


The vampires were behind a hot pink door with a unicorn painted on it. They knew this because it was the only door that was locked with magic. No one had answered the front door, so they had picked the lock. Now they had come to the unicorn door and it simply would not be picked. Magic wasn’t working either.

“I always knew unicorns were evil,” Lorelei sighed, “looks like we’re going to have abandon stealth.”

“Not to worry Fetch. I was never one for sneaking up on vampires anyway.” Lyra pulled some C4 out of her bag as she spoke and pressed a small ball onto the door. “Bit more than that wouldn’t you say? I mean the door is hot pink,” Lorelei said.

“Probably,” Lyra put another couple of chunks along the door, pressed a relatively short fuse into one and lit it with her Zippo.

The explosion was loud, but barely noticeable from outside the cave. You could walk past and not know anything had happened; if you ignored the faintly smoking front door that was. “Good job Blue,” Lorelei grinned and gestured to the door, “shall we?”

“We shall,” replied Lyra and the two girls walked through the blackened entryway and came face to face with at least two dozen vampires.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012


I have just discovered the most awesome thing on the internet!!

Mapcrunch, is a site where you can get placed in a random spot anywhere in the world. It uses Google Maps Streetview and has turned in to a fabulous game. All you have to do is find the airport!!

The idea is thet you have woken up in this mystery location and need to find the airport to get home. All you have to do is go to the site and select all countries, hide location, urban only and press n on your keyboard. Then find the airport!

Good luck!!!

Thursday, 16 February 2012


As you well know, I have no taken name. So (regardless of the strange looks) I have been reading my dictionary.
I believe I have come up with an quite idoneous name. Loreley Fetch.

Loreley (or Lorelei) is a rock by the river Rhine in Germany. And a Fetch is a doppelganger of Irish folklore whose sight would was a harbinger of your death (a bit like a banshee). Apparently though, if it appears in the morning it's a sign of long life.

So yeah, let me know your thoughts. Is it alright? Should I use Loreley of Lorelei?

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Bunny Suicides!

The Book of Bunny Suicides is probably my favourite book of all time. Here are some little fluffy rabbits who just don't want to live anymore:

Monday, 13 February 2012

Mist's profile of Lyra Blue.

For those of you who do not know; Lyra Blue is a character I made up a while ago for Derek Landy's competition. She has become a favourite of mine and recently I have let Zathract Mist and Nixion Strange (formerly Nobody) use her as a part of their stories. Check out their blogs if your interested. Nix is doing the first story and Mist is doing the sequel.
Zathract Mist has been kind and imaginative enough to write a full profile of Lyra. I have put it below.

Name: Lyra Blue

Age: 66 (looks twenties)

Magic: Adept

Adept Abilities: Varied: excellent with weapons, difficult to injure, harder to kill. Combat specialty.
Appearance: Lyra has jagged black silky hair that stretches to her shoulders. Her build is slim and has an average height and weight for a twenty year old. Her skin is pale and Lyra has dark brown eyes. She mostly wears clothes of black and red and seems to reserve white for special occasions.

Personality: Lyra is actually a bit paranoid and it is displayed publicly as she has at least six weapons on her at all times. She never trusts anyone under any circumstances and but observe people she could possibly count as allies while acting casual, not giving away the fact that she is watching them Blue is normally quiet unless selling something to earn herself a living.

History: Lyra has always loved martial arts and loved actually doing it even more. And swords too. Lyra always liked swords. Also guns. Guns were a must. And still are. Lyra was born an orphan, never knowing what happened to her parents. She left the orphanage at the age of 10, seeking out her parents and trying to collect information on them. Eventually she tracked down her auntie who informed her that Lyra’s mother died in childbirth and her father was driven insane by the loss, now locked up in an asylum. Shattered by this piece of information, Lyra left her auntie before she could protest and ended up living on the streets for four years after becoming lost. Lyra always kept on the move, not wanting to go back to the orphanage but also despising the streets she lived on.

After four years, Lyra accidentally caught sight of two reckless Sorcerers battling in a pub one night and soon learned of the secret magical subculture that existed all over the world. After losing the trail of the two Sorcerers, Lyra searched and studied and searched some more and soon she found a Mage willing to teach her magic (should she have any) as long as she stopped pestering him. Much to the Mage’s dismay, it turned out that Lyra did have magic and he was forced to help her learn Adept powers. After a year, the Mage abandoned her after she assured him that she no longer required assistance.

Now that she had learned magic, Lyra begun to age must slower and lived through many centuries, discovering along the way that she had been left a huge load of illegal weapons by her made grandfather. Unable to work out why she was left this, Lyra took them anyway. Now 66, Lyra Blue deals in magical and non-magical weapons, selling them to make a living and using them to kill her opponents.

Lyra is also a very advanced assassin when she wants to be, but will demand a high price from her employees.

Lyra currently is living in London.


Sunday, 12 February 2012

Happy Birthday to me *hums the rest of song*

It's the most popular song in the world!! And apparently I share this day with nine million other people!


It's my birthday!!!!!! YAY ME!

*excited hyperactiveness expires*
Yeah, so. Now you all know when my birthday is.
Oh yes. oh yes oh yes. I. Want. This.
*sees fountain appear in blogland*
*dives in*

Saturday, 11 February 2012

Tumblr continued. + Movies

I am now using tumblr. But just ignore that fact. Because I wont be using it often.

I ask you all. What movie should I see for my B'day tomorrow????

I can't figure it out!

Friday, 3 February 2012


Yes I've given in. I've joined Tumblr.

Now I'm bored again.......

Oh wait! here's the link to the blog I'm slowly going to develop.


Thursday, 2 February 2012


Finally! I've gotten around to this.......Why do I put so many exclaimation marks after words?
Anyway, here are some choice signs...

Just in case you were wondering what that gritty yellow stuff is.............

Yeah, and then where do you go?
...All others must use the door.
Of course, I use this exit all the time.
Free Cash Machine, just what i need!
If only.....
I can see the fence!
Can you see the fence?
fair enough...
Well I guess they weren't that good anyway....

Thanks for looking!! I just love these things. Check out the signspotting website for more!



Easter chocolate is in the shops again!

just thought you'd all like to know.

Thursday, 19 January 2012


I can't be bothered signspotting.

I came up with a quote today! So everyone can quote me when I'm famous.
The musician is the evolution of the poet.

Yeah I know. I'm full of myself. But hey. That's what this blog's for isn't it?

I'll leave you with a few words from Jack White III

"They wrote the books to share with you what they assumed could be. They made the films to explore what you didn't get to do at work today. And they wrote the songs to fill the gaps between being someplace, and getting there. But it by no means, don't mean, it can't be."

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Well Now.

What should I be doing now? I don't care. I'll just post some pictures....
 I love illusions. This one is really nice.

 Of course this guy reminds me of Fletcher (Skulduggery Pleasant reference there)

 Wouldn't anyone want wings?

 They definately don't make rubber ducks like they used to.

What I wouldn't do for this slice of cake...

That was fun. Next time I'll do some Signspotting pics.