I'm a b-girl, s'all that I am, gonna step up to the party with a fireproof plan.

I've had a request to make my blog accessible by a feed. I haven't done this before but think I might have sorted it. I'm using Firefox and and can see the blue RSS symbol in the address bar. If using internet explorer, the RSS symbol on the toolbar should now be lit up in orange. Good luck. If you know a better way to set this up, I'm all ears.

Had an offer to have my hair cut, in my very own house, accompanied by a few drinks. Trific.

(Listen to: Zion I - any album, they're all amazing)

Here's a pic of a rainbow plunging straight through the roof into my bedroom.

Good with scissors?

Man I really need a haircut. I last had my mop chopped at the beginning of August, nearly 5 months ago. My problem is that I don't want to sacrifice a Saturday morning going to the hairdresser when I could be doing something more fun. If you have scissors and an imagination, give me a call.

(Listen to: Leftfield, 'Leftism')

NOTE ADDED: 12 Jan. My hair is now so long I can get it into a convincing top-knot. Wish I had a kimono now...

Turn up the metal and set the reindeers free.

What is it about Christmas shoppers that makes me suddenly despise everyone? Instead of feeling festive, all I can think about is the hideous amount of waste, disapointment and debt that a lot of people will feel afterwards. Maybe this has been brought by the fact that I was in town today and I blocked out all the noise around me with metal on my iPod. I allowed the rage to travel through me. It was a good feeling.

I do actually enjoy Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with my family but this time I'm not even feeling a trickle of excitement. I'm just looking forward to the Solstice tomorrow and the thought of a fraction more daylight everyday. Nuff waking to darkness and getting home to darkness. Give me dusky warm evenings, new things growing and sunkissed sessions at the BMX track.

Was in Brussels this week and saw a pretty cool light display in a city square. It was cheesy and Jean-Michel Jarre-esque, totally Euro, but I was loving it. As much as I love Sheffield, it ain't gonna put on a show like that even if we caught a glimpse of the Steel in a parallel universe! I remember seeing some reindeers in a pen in Shef city Centre a couple of years ago. Mmm, beautiful creature, captive in a cage for the eyes of unappreciative Moor consumers.... how completely FUBAR is this culture?

Night x

(Listen to: Baroness, 'Red Album')