Make Like Butter and Spread.

15 things that I love.

The sound of breathing in a song.

Letting just enough air out under the water in De La Salle pool so that I'm suspended like a puppet, not sinking, not floating to the top... It feels like I'm flying.

Marina's hugs. No one else's, just hers.

Helen's Gingerness, and the way she denies it.

Kissing someone I love.

Closing my eyes and listening, feeling Danny Elfman's music.

That little extra squeeze someone gives you when they're holding your hand, saying, I'm here, always have been, always will be.

My ma's apple crumble.

Hey there, Freckles.

The way Patch (my cat) used to only climb the stairs to my bedroom when he some how knew I was ill and needed a hug.

The sheer heart attack excitement I get when I hear something about Queen, when I hear their music, when I buy one of their Live DVDs and get as excited and breathless as I would be if I were really there watching.

The sound of an orchestra.

The way Jamie stares.

Rain.

Roger.

WHY?!?!?!

Why? The one question that is probably the most asked, the least answered. And WHY is that?!

Today I found out that if someone violates a tax law in Jersey, they could be locked up in La Moye prison for AT LEAST 15 years. Now, WHY is that humanly possible, when a paedophile will get away with every damn action they ever did to some poor kid who's life has been totally ruined and their minds completely and utterly destroyed, unrepairable, never being able to forget... WHY can THEY roam free for life, with no sentence, no punishment, just because they did some thing as easy as deny to the world that they did what they did?

I don't understand human logic, hence why I'm a musician.

Death! by Danny Elfman

Beepbeep...beepbeep...(and it goes on FOREVER!!!)

Have you ever cooked yourself a cake? in desperate hope everything will go to plan?

Well, I have.

And everything went perfectly! The cake was all made, mixture was licked off sticky spoons, and into the oven it went...

UNTILL! the searing smearing finger-down-board sound of the little delicate "beepbeep...Beepbeep....Beepbeep...."

WWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

the sound screeches through my every being like a person continuously tapping your shoulder in a polite manor as to get your attention. *breath*

my one question to the world: Why?! Why do they INSIST on putting those little innocently annoying "Beepbeep...Beepbeeps..." in the Ovens?! I bet the inventors of these things sit away in their little cupboards devising their little torture plans whilst sniggering gleefully to themselves of the pain and anguish they will cause to many a poor person.

Why cant they just have the macho kinda "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS" that GRAB your attention like the school bully would grab your hair and drag you across the play ground pretending that you were their school bag? Or a punch in the face by your latest ginger friend? That SURELY is a better way of getting your attention?!

The poor food in the oven is screaming that its "a little bit hot in here", and they want to come out.... poor things. feel for thier fragile mushings that you've turned them into because you didnt hear the delicate little "Umbrige" kind of "ehem" to get your attention...

The Joys of Cecil's Bag.

These are the voyages of the Starship Cecilbag. Its continuing mission, to explore strange new entries into its environment, to adapt to new heads and such-likes, to BOLDLY GO WHERE NO GINORMOUS BAG HAS GONE BEFORE!

The room of infinite perspective.

Today, I stood in a white room of infinite perspective... But I couldn't see where I was going... and then I got lost.

Very successful day, I must say.