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Dear Santa

I know it is a little late to be writing but there is something I would like. 

In all fairness, I think I have had my Christmas present, I must have been a good girl, and I thank you profusely for my gift.

But there is a little something I would like for Christmas, could you please make it snow on Christmas Eve so when I wake up on Christmas morning with my present the scene is already set for the perfect, romantic white Christmas.  I thank you and wait in anticipation.

Kind regards

S xxx

PS, I wish you and Mrs Claus a very Merry Christmas.

I'm Just A Groupie...

.....but I don't sleep with the band members I just love the music.

It has started again!  By this I mean myself and the lovely Pix have been hitting the gigs again, slowly building up our nights out again.  I started it by going to see the Goo Goo Dolls and getting very close to the lovely Johnny Rzenik, and I must say his eyes can melt a thousand girls hearts in a second.  I followed this up the following night by seeing the fantastic Meatloaf (no laughing he is fantastic) at the Royal Albert Hall, I went with my mum and this was simply breath-taking.  I know, slightly soft so thought I would step the pace up a little bit, so me and Pix went to see Roadstar at the Mean Fiddler, and as always they gave a blinding show, unfortunately the headliners were somewhat not getting our approval so we walked out of the gig nice and early to walk straight into the members of Roadstar.  Now this was more like it, we got to meet the guys and yes like a right groupie that I am had my picture taken with 3 of the guys including Chris Rivers the drummer, (yes I have a thing for drummers).

Ok so that wasn't enought, and booked tickets to see W.A.S.P. at the London Astoria as a surprise for my other half.  Have to make the most of it as they will be closing the venue down next year which is a god damn shame.  W.A.S.P. was absolutely amazing and I have to admit I did get a bit of concert rage.  I shocked my other half as I yanked this girls ponytail who thought moshing was a good idea.  She soon stopped moshing after that little incident.  Only thing was where my better half was trying to protect me from getting hurt it looked like he was the one that actually yanked her hair.  We both couldn't stop laughing.

A few days later, I am waiting outside the Forum in Kentish Town, waiting for Pix and J, to go in and see Thunder.  I can't help it, Ben Matthews does something to me as poor Pix knows, everytime we go to see them, it's "Pix, I'm in love".  Even better they played my song again, and yes I screamed like a little girl and my eyes filled with tears.  The eye contact was non stop, it was a shame it had to end! 

Whats next on the concert/gig front, well my better half is taking me to see Cradle of Filth in December and no laughing now or jokes about they only have one song, the fantastic Europe are on tour again in February and funny enough it is on Valentine's Day.  It would be rude not to. 

The Journey

The whistle blew.  That was it, I couldn’t turn back now even if I wanted to.  The train jolted and then started onwards to its and my destination.  Edinburgh.  I have only lived in London a year and already it was home to me, now I have to make one of the worst journeys of my life, and do it alone.

The train seems to be going at a deadly pace, I know that it is just pulling out of the station but I need it to be in Edinburgh now.  My sister and her boyfriend will already be there.

I pressed my forehead against the cold window and as if by synchronisation a rain drop travels down the glass as a tear escapes from my left eye.  The sky was a dull grey and the rain was starting to fall faster, all I could feel was empty.  I closed my eyes but all I could see was his face staring back at me, smiling.  A hand touched me on my shoulder and I jumped.  It was only the ticket inspector, he apologised for making me jump.  He asked me if there was something wrong as he could tell I had been crying.  I told him I had to get back home to Edinburgh to say goodbye to my dad before he falls asleep forever.  He told me he was sorry, and reached into his pocket for a tissue so I could wipe my eyes.  I thanked him and he continued on his way checking tickets with the occasional look back over his shoulder at me.  It was only then that I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the carriage, there was a young mum and her son sitting opposite me.  They just smiled at me and she carried on reading to her son.

I continued to look out of the window and noticed I only had about another 30 minutes before I would be there.  I had to wipe my eyes and be brave, especially for my dad.  I know he would not want to see me upset, besides I needed to phone my mum to let her know I wasn’t far away.

I can feel the train slowing down, I have to compose myself but I feel paralysed for I know today is the last time I will ever see my dad.  It hurts to know he will never walk me down the isle or hold my children, his grandchildren.

I can see the station coming into view, the train slowed completely down.  I got up and walked to the door.  The train stopped, I stepped off the train and saw my sister standing there, her face stained with tears.  We held each other tight and then slowly walked towards the car, our hands entwined as one.  We inhaled the cold wintery wind and continued onwards.

An Image to Portray

According to the Little Book of Goths by Dan Vice, I am a Tradgoth, Romantic, Vampire, Fetish, Pagan, Metal Goth.  Just to elaborate a little more, Tradgoths / Romantic goths tend to veer towards classical gothic, with Edwardian and Victorian style clothing - This is true, I can be seen wearing the classical clothing at some point.

Vampire goths find vampires cool and sexy - This is so true, if there is something sexy it is someone sinking their teeth into your neck - GOD DAMN!

Fetish goth, likes leather, PVC and chains - Hell yes, bring it on!

Pagan goth, is into Wicca, The Occult and Celtic Religions - Absolutely, I do find it extremely fascinating and most people who do know me do call me a witch.

Metalhead - wears black combats, heavy boots, often found in a pub with a pint in one had and head banging - almost true, you would never find me with a pint in my hand unless it is one I just bought for someone else.

Some would say that due to me wearing my short skirts (some would call belts) that I would fall under the category of Slut goth, the only thing that stops me on this one is the crowd surfing in the mosh pit.  OK be honest now, you know I can take it, but what is your opinion of my image???

Biker Heaven

What can I say, as it has been stated, I was like a kid in a candy store.  On Sunday 19th September, I went to Harwich with my friend A.  We went down to Harwich for the 7th Annual Bike Ride from Denton to Harwich.  There was over 5,000 bikes and leather clad bikers.  I didn't know where to look first.  It was all to raise money for the Essex Air Ambulance.  The weather was scorching and the views were even better.  There were a few pics taken so watch this space for me sprawled across a sexy piece of machinery.  Well a girl can dream can't she?

Apologies

It appears that all I seem to do is apologise to you all for not staying intouch with you all.  But I am sorry and I hope to be blogging again realy soon.  I do hope you are all well.

Kind regards

ME x

Busted!

After 2 years of me hiding the tattoo placed discretly on my left bum cheek from my parents, I go and wear a pair of blue cropped trousers, not knowing that they was a little transparent.  My mum pipes and asks straight out, "is that a tattoo on your arse?", what could I honestly say, she could see it.  So I owned up and told her I had had it for 2 years.  All my brother could do was laugh!

Oh the shame!

Tears

So often they appear
Rolling down my face
I can't seem to hide them anymore
The slightest feeling
And they start to appear
From my left eye
The water trickles down my cheek
It shows my sorrow
And the emptiness behind my eyes
One day I hope the tears
Will be of joy and happiness
Instead of sorrow and pain.

DVD Meme

Quite a while ago, Stalker set me a challenge, it has taken some time but I have finally come through (I think)  so here goes!

The total number of DVDs, videos, and films I own.
This is not impossible to answer but it is quite a challenge.  I have at least 200 - 250 DVDs, videos..... hmm about 150 that are mine and about 200 plus that are my ex-boyfriends, to which I have already sold 50 -60, Going to try and sell the rest which will make more room for my DVD's

The last film I brought.
I brought a few, they were: You Got Served, Labrinth (I couldn't resist it), The Jacket, Porky's, The Village, Teen Wolf 1 & 2 (it was a double DVD) and Destination Anywhere.

The last film I watched.
Hmmm, on DVD it was You Got Served, At the cinema it was Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire.  DOn't really watch much TV, I would rather listen to music.

My favourite five films of all time, ever.
Stalker was right on this one, how can you limit yourself to only 5 films?
1.  The Rocky Horror Show
2.  The Lost Boys
3.  Grease
4.  Never Been Kissed
5.  10 Things I hate about you
(but I would also like to add Unconditional Love and The Crow in there somewhere)

Whats the film that you own that you have necer taken the wrapper off since you brought it?
Well I didn't buy it but it is something like Sorerity Hell, see I can't even remember what the name of it is called.  It was a christmas present from my nan, but there was no thought in it, especially as it came from a £1 shop.

What is the most embarassing film in your collection?
I don't know, but if you was to look you would probably say my Dirty Dancing 1 and 2 or my Winnie the Pooh ones, but I am not embarassed by them.

I hope this has answered your questions Stalker, I have not tagged anyone, I will leave that up to them if they would like to blog this on their blog with their answers.......

It's in His Kiss!

There is a lot to be said about a line in a song.

The chemistry has been there for years, and we both know it, he is 10 years older than me, but age is nothing especially when the feelings are mutual.  He is sweet, kind, extremely good looking and whenever we see each other we just look into each other's eyes and everything else becomes blurry.

He kept saying, if you really believe it, it will happen, and be careful for what you wish for and follow your heart.  The same applied to him.  But for some reason there is a wall between us, neither of us know why.  I gave him a lift to where he was going, but instead of getting out off the car he leaned over and put his hand on my face and gently pulled me towards him and kissed me so softly it was just like something from a film.  He stopped, looked into my eyes and kissed me again.  He got out of the car and I hadn't even noticed that it had started to rain.  All I could smell was his aftershave, I started to smile, he went his way and I drove home, until our next encounter I can only keep on wishing and believing.