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As I mentioned previously I’m having my first birthday party! It’s all very exciting. Well, actually it’s kind of more Miss Foxxxy Cleopatra’s birthday (my bizarre alter-ego). Let’s just say we’re sharing the event. I’m really nervous because the main reason that I’ve never organised a party is that I am petrified that nobody would come and I would be the laughing stock of the town. But then again, that was back in school days, and with a photo like this on the invitation (see below), hey, I’m already the laughing stock of Brighton..

Here’s to a good night! And let’s pray that people actually come…

(What do you think?)

Last night I stared into the bottom of an empty glass, the slimy residue clinging to the bottom and smooth curves of the transparent emptiness. I watched the scattered bubbles crackle and pop, pondering on the life of the bubble and where it goes next, or if that it simply it for the bubble: it is no more. I wasn’t listening to what they said, the foreign conversations whirling around me, too far out of reach for me to grasp. Shortly after the exploration of my mundane thoughts I made an impromptu exit and walked the busy streets of this city, avoiding drunk out-of-towners and heading for the bright lights of the pavilion. I slowed my pace, looked up at the sky and thought about how the stars are invisible here. Just two weeks ago, the night before visiting Stonehenge, I stared up at the sky and watched it explode in slow motion into an array of sparkling mass. As if I were staring into precious crystal - mesmerised by the sheer abundance of stellar beauty that lay above me. In the city it’s impossible to appreciate the beauty of something that doesn’t exist…

i never know what to say any more, because i perpetually feel like i shall bore you to death with my thoughts.

And so it’s been more than a month since I’ve really had the opportunity to sit down at the computer… It’s snowing!