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La La and off to London

Posted in 40th birthday, alcohol abuse, alcoholism, birthday, creative / writing, Dalston, gothic, london, me and my world, music, pagan, travel, werewolves vampires and ghoulies on July 25, 2007 by Khlari

Do you know something, that’s the least exciting comment in the world if London is where you come from-makes it about as exciting as Wigan on a wet Wednesday.

Yes, the time has come to deliver M____ to her doting grandparents for the holidays. So it’s trial-by-parent for me for the next few days…. Down tomorrow afternoon, as Mr A____ has to work in the morning, spending tomorrow and Friday hanging about with parents, then catch up with Matt (my brother) and the lovely Kali on Saturday at some point, then head off to that monument of goth culture, The Dev. AKA the Devonshire Arms.


(The bar staff)

(For those of you who don’t know what Wikipedia describes as the longest running ‘Alternative’ pub in the world or
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We had been thinking abouut going to Inferno at the Electric Ballroom, but lucked out on the date,

or to the Slimelight, look here for the world’s longest-running Goth club , but we again lucked out, as there is a band on and it’s only two floors, not the third neccessary for a traditional goth floor…….

So it’s off to The Dev for a pint with as many of the Scooby Gang as we can drag up for the occasion…….It’s the thought of that which will sustain me for the next two days of inquisition and torture (otherwise known as a visit to my mother). I wonder if she’d notice if I wore earplugs. She would you know, she notices EVERYTHING, like a superannuated eagle or something. I thought you were supposed to become deaf, blind etc…no, I think she’s been honing her spidey-powers to catch me out.

It comes to something when you have to smuggle your goth gear down and get changed at your brother’s to go out……aged 40. At least Matt has a flat now to go back to when trashed, used to be awful when we had no choice but to go back to Mum’s…..standing there going ‘Will I pass for normal?’ to each other at the end of the road before we got home like a pair of twelve year olds after a bottle of cider in the park. (Standard answer of course from both sides, was ‘you, never!).

Think to self- suffering- Dev- inquisition-Dev…you can get through it!


Talent Nights, Timewarps, The Catholic Church and Taramosalata…..#1

Posted in birthday, blogging, creative / writing, london, me and my world, migraines, morecambe, music, pagan, Rocky Horror, werewolves vampires and ghoulies on July 2, 2007 by Khlari

A mixed bag of a weekend. My darling daughter somehow convinced me to enter the school talent contest with her, singing – The Timewarp. Great, except it is a Catholic School, and some of the lyrics may well have been considered more than slightly morally dubious by the people who already give me dirty looks when I darken the school gates by my mere presence…….

So the pelvic thrust gave way to ‘the wiggle round’, and Columbia’s smutty verse was replaced by a squeaky-clean school themed one. I just hid the truth of Magenta’s under a thick Transylvanian accent.. The things I have to do. Then I had to spend the rest of the week improvising a Columbia costume for a very small person. (I’m kind of well-provided for Magenta, though I did cut the suspenders out, add a less revealing top and a longer skirt……). It was possibly the longest evening in history. By the time we came on, Berni, Giana and I were slowly losing the will to live (but they had to stay to vote!) We had various not very successful magicians and petrified small children meeping into the mike. We did come second, but M_____ most miffed as we had charitably voted for the person who beat us by one vote.

Saturday morning, went to commission the jewelery I am having made with the 40th Birthday money from my parents. By pure fluke the other week found a fantastic lady on Pedder Street who hand-makes silver jewellery, and allows you to choose and feel the stones, and design the setting, and to cap it all is a Pagan (we got chatting). Fell in love with a fantastic hat in black veiling with black roses but even I with my tenuous grasp of the neccessity or not of clothes couldn’t convince myself a hat at £185.00 was a neccessity……but it was gorgeous….

Saturday afternoon was feeling really icky again, but was determined to go round to AmethystDragon’s house as it was TNO’s birthday, so ended up even having an afternoon nap to try and achieve this, and taking even more medication. Woke up at 4.30pm feeling even worse…….aaagh!

The Big Four-Oh-Ow My Head Hurts…..Fit the Second

Posted in 40th birthday, birthday, blogging, creative / writing, gothic, london, me and my world, migraines, morecambe, music, pagan, werewolves vampires and ghoulies on June 27, 2007 by Khlari

So, finally Saturday I am just about able to stand up and behave slightly less like an extra from Return of the Living Dead….I still needed the shades though, thank heaven for prescription shades is all I can say. Mr A then took me and the gothlet out to Preston in search of goth bits for my birthday.

So I ended up with wonderfully floaty goth princess dress

which looks a bit like…….

Except that mine is black and red and not purple and black… a pair of pewter red-eyed bat earrings. Then on to the next goth emporium, where Mr A got himself a skull tie to wear with his zoot suit, and I got a PVC miniskirt for when I feel skinnier (ha ha, even after a week not eating- haven’t lost an ounce…). Then, typically when we had no money, found an ace PVC and leather shop…they had a Vampirella PVC Cloak to die for, and loads of other goodies. I’m going back when I get paid!

Still a little fragile, so home for a nap, then got myself gothed up for the evening…..lacy body, lacy short at the front-long at the back skirt with mad tutu underneath so I had a bustle bottom, the little waspie I got in London the other week, my new boots, ponky-knots in my hair with lots of red roses, and a tiara..(it is my birthday!)

(this was the corset and this is Martha modelling it in the Elizium catalogue…)

Mr A wouldn’t tell me where we were going….just to goth up. Yes, he wore the zoot suit and even took his mad crystal-topped pimp cane to complete the look.

Then he took me off to the Carleton, where AD and TNO, Spicy Cauldron and D, Beautifu1, Kitty and Scat, Dam and Woo, Silent, Steb…..were all waiting. Mr A had made me a cake as big as a cartwheel…literally, he had to buy a garden table to put it on…it was a pentacle, with the full 40 candles (took me 5 minutes to blow them out).

I had loads of gorgeous pressies too. The only slight downer was the music. Dam and Mr A had fixed for the DJ to play a CD of stuff I like, but it didn’t work on his dinosaur system….and I don’t like rock. The more I asked for anything a bit gothy or punky, the more the guy played Status Quo. I REALLY don’t like rock. Got a bit upset at that point. However, the line of Gin and Tonic cheered me up and I was too drunk to think about my head any more. Dam managed to get him to play ‘Sanctuary’ finally. Mr A snogged me so hard on the dancefloor I had lipstick round my ears.

Mr A and Dam had also raided my computer for pics and had put Happy 40th Khlari and the pics into the big screen system at the club, which meant I had loads of 12 year old emos asking me every time I went to the loo if I was REAALLLY 40. After that I collapsed in a gin-soaked heap. A good night was had by all! Thanks to everyone involved for making it a fantastic evening. Now, today, back on Planet Reality, have to go and see my M.A. tutor…about the novel, which I haven’t touched for weeks due to the big bad head…………

Bela Lugosi’s Toenails!

Posted in blogging, books, child kidnapping, creative / writing, Dalston, employment, family law, France, glasgow, gothic, hen night, international family law, london, Marie Lloyd, me and my world, meme, migraines, morecambe, movies, music, music hall, pagan, penguins, Rocky Horror, Sylvia Plath, travel, werewolves vampires and ghoulies, work/life balance on June 14, 2007 by Khlari

I am going to steal an idea from SurlyGirl here. Have you ever noticed on your feeds how people have come to your blog through arcane google searches?

Think about the penguins. Those penguins gave me more readers than I could have dreamed of. Surly Girl’s experience was about Sarah Beeny’s tits……Therefore I am going to make the rest of this post up with arcane statements and see how many more bizarre readers I get through mentioning them…….

Let’s see….

Ditta von Teese’s bellybutton maybe. That might be a good one. Or maybe with the penguin theme…..Penguin kinky sex.

What about Pagan Penguin Perversion probably get three hits for the price of one on that one.

Dragons seem to get lots of hits on mine too. Lets use Dragon Penguin Morecambe Hussy. From the last couple of days we could have Victorian Cauldron Gestapo Frida Kahlo. Or Pentacle Penguin Happy Fairy. Or Gothic London Penguin Post. Maybe Marie Lloyd Mabon Billy Bragg.

Frequent ones are Gothic, Fairy, Penguin, Pagan…..but some of them it is honestly unfathomable how they get to me. Maybe this could rival googlewhacking- with the person who gets the most hits from the most bizarre things winning?

Champagne Cocktails, Transport Cock-ups, Tiaras, and the Shanghai Shuffle…..the misadventures of a wild weekend #2

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, glasgow, hen night, london, me and my world, morecambe, music, pagan on June 6, 2007 by Khlari

Where did I get to? Oh yes, bawling out the hits at Shanghai Shuffle. Made a complete idiot of myself, as did the whole place! But it was very good fun. very nice cocktails, I was obliged to drink ‘Pretty in Pink’ ones all night to co-ordinate with my outfit…..(that’s my excuse). Then we went off in search of somewhere else to go. Wandered up and down Sauchiehall Street, trying to find somewhere still open, and Giana was struggling a bit as she’s on crutches…….

Finally decided that the hotel had a bar, so had to go there and demolish even more champagne……and Drambuie. Finally got to bed after Bernie had decided to ring Mr A at 3 am and heavy-breathe at him. His response- ‘Bernadette, do you have asthma?’ Finally to bed at about 4am……

Crawled out of bed and had an enormous breakfast, then off to Central Station for a train……here goes my train jinx again.

We had to get a train to Carlisle, wait a bit, then on to a place called Hellifield (none of us even knew where that was), then finally Lancaster. Five hours. Had to ring Mr A to tell him to come and get me straight from the station……

Carlisle was shut. Literally. Bang went all hope of a cup of tea. Then they tried to convince us to go by bus to Lancaster…(No- not on a Sunday thanks.) On to Hellifield over the Settle and Carlisle line, supposedly one of the most beautiful train lines in the world. We were a little to frazzled to notice as we stopped at all of the 13 stops en route….to Hellifield.

Which turned out to be in North Yorkshire, so we were only about 30 miles from Leeds…some detour.

Finally got to Lancaster, then in the car and Mr A had to drive me down to London. Took ages even to get the other side of Preston. Then going fine till we hit near monsoon the other side of Northampton. Didn’t arrive till 11.30 as then had to drive at 30mph, couldn’t see anything.

M________ really pleased to see us and disgustingly spoilt and brown after weekend at hideous family reunion.

Monday morning, Mr A went on a mission, to buy an OTT African wedding suit…and he did. It’s red and black with a long zoot-suit like jacket, and he is seriously in love with it. Wouldn’t be too bad but I have to be with him when he wears it……… Then he topped it all by buying a t-shirt with 50s bathing beauties on it. I despair. He seems to like the OTT clothes in Hackney, why did I take him???? I now have to walk down the street with a goth pirate in a zoot suit.

Then back to Lancaster. OK, Mr A had to drive, and we didn’t get home til 7pm after his shopping spree. So in one weekend I have done the equivalent of a return trip from London to Glasgow with detours. Now need a holiday to get over it all.

Champagne Cocktails, Transport Cock-ups, Tiaras, and the Shanghai Shuffle…..the misadventures of a wild weekend #1

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, glasgow, gothic, hen night, me and my world, morecambe, music on June 5, 2007 by Khlari

It’s been quite an odd weekend, in many ways!

( I did warn you about the pink….This is me, and Giana, Mr A’s sister…)

Off to Glasgow we all went, starting with a few glasses of champagne on the train- much to the annoyance of the beige couple opposite, who despite an empty train and a quiet carriage next door insisted on sitting first in our seats, then next to us, despite having no reservations themselves. We say ‘our seats’ – it transpired that when the ticket man came, they were our seat numbers for the return journey not the outward one…..whoops. However, they were unaware of this, and we weren’t going to tell them…..

After a swift check in at the hotel, off to Bernie (the bride to be’s) cousin Anita in Kelvindale, where she laid on a spectacular and yummy buffet…..many glasses of wine later, we all crashed back home, to sleep soundly!

(Bride to be in curly pink wig, me in pink lurking…)

The next day….the spa was off. Most annoying, but they messed about on times, and above all money, not sticking to the price, and we had a reservation for the meal in the evening. So we had to console ourselves in the shops instead. I found a brilliant one straight away, Hellfire, which I had heard of but never been to……I got everyone in the goth shop….. I fell victim to a little polka dotted/fishnet number, seeing as I was in the home town of Strawberry Switchblade it seemed rude not to…… Plus the flouffy petticoat/skit needed for full effect……Then we pottered around, popping into Roganos on the advice of Sarah…..

This was a fantastic Oyster Bar and Restaurant, all original Art Deco. Very chic, ruinously expensive. We had champagne cocktails on the terrace darling. Mine was a menage a trois…and we pretended to be ladies who lunch. Sarah got chatted to (up) by a very suave man reading Socialist Worker (champagne socialist?). Lunch was at La Vita (Yep, if we had eaten at Roganos would have needed a second mortgage….)

Then more shopping darlings, a little bit of Clarins and Co in Debenhams, then back to the hotel to pinkify myself for the evening’s festivities……

We went to a place called Shanghai Shuffle– a Cantonese Karaoke place that specialises in hen nights and celebrations, full of chinese guys in kilts. Very odd. It was mad. We all had to do karaoke, by table and then by ourselves….

(Bernie, bride to bein pink wig as a ‘billy dancer’)

It was surreal. Bernie outed her allegiance to the Bay City Rollers by singing Shang-a-Lang, Bernie made me sing ‘Holding out for a Hero’, I murdered Lene Lovich’s ‘Lucky Number’, (as bizarrely enough there was no Strawberry Switchblade), then we all bawled along with everything else……

(me singing badly, hence odd expression)

Part 2 to follow……..

Write me Happy!!! (That’s Damn Scary)

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, France, gothic, london, me and my world, meme, morecambe, movies, music, pagan, work/life balance on May 24, 2007 by Khlari

Mr Spicy Cauldron has set me a meme challenge as I am apparently a miserable old goth-bat…..

“Now, I have a meme for you to start off. I’m calling it Write Me Happy. You have to write a post that ONLY contains references to the things in your life that make you happy, contented, fulfilled, etc etc. NO NEGATIVES. Tell the world some good stuff in your life. At least two decent paragraphs. No one-liners. No snappy sentence and that’s it. “

Alright, here goes with it……things that make me happy.


It’s basically my kind of religion. I was brought up being dictated to about what you should do and believe, how and when you must do it. Paganism has an inner liberty, an inbuilt freedom where everybody can find and follow their own path, and there is no empirical ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. There are no ‘experts’ and everybody’s knowledge and experience are valued equally.

Paganism doesn’t throw guilt onto everyday activities such as sex, it is celebrated as part of the human experience. There is not a fixed morality, but a code of give out what you would like to receive back. There is also nothing like the special feeling you seem to get amongst a group of pagans, a certain shared intimacy, a warm glow, a creative buzz……..


I love my friends, I really do. They put up with me wittering and being a drama queen and part-time psycho-bitch . I like to share, and unfortunately that sometimes includes the v bad times as well as the good times. My friends have been my rock, they have saved my sanity when everyone else gave up.

When I think of my friends I have a nice warm feeling in my tummy, and mental pictures such as Mr SC drunkenly playing ‘I have never’ and rambling about ‘The Faraway Tree’ at 5am in the Morecambe (and all of us joining in….) or lying with my head on Matt and talking rubbish about Marc Almond with Mart Mia and Jack til the sun comes up. Punting drunk with Catherine in Cambridge on the day of our ‘O’ Level results, singing nursery rhymes in Transylvania to the bears with Peggy, drinking jasmine tea in La Defense with Cathy, Christophe and Linda….friends to me are important, and should be cherished. I think most of them know that I would do anything for them, and once my friend, always my friend.


I know that on the whole, I probably write an immense amount of pure drivel, which some misguided individuals occasionally choose to read. (You can get medication for it you know). Oh yes- am being fluffy, nearly forgot. There is nothing like the pure adrenaline buzz that you get when you put something down on the blank page and it begins to make a story, a narrative, a poem. It seems to suddenly form itself.

Writing take on a life of its own, it suddenly begins to live apart from its maker…there is an amazing feeling when something you have written is actually on the printed page before you…..and I love doing it- cathartic, mind-changing, deranged (often), a playground for thoughts and ideas…..


I love to paint, although it has almost been so long that I have probably forgotten how to hold a paintbrush by now. Painting was one of my first loves, and one of my eternal dilemnas has always been what I do about this…..I am unable to make a decision, I love to write and I love to paint, that’s how you end up on a stpid degree like Art History- because they won’t let you do one in Writing and Painting!

My writing is quite dark, so I guess that my painting shows the other side of my personality. In print I am all doom and gloom and gothic, but in paint I am light and bright and extreme… now you can see where all my happy thoughts have been hiding…had to stop when M____ was born after an experience involving M___ and a jar of neat turpentine….oil painting and babies don’t go! I paint LARGE and in oils, which is also kind of limiting, as that requires space! I’m just arty-person basically – I also love to do ceramics, sculpture, collage, screen-printing….all those non-money making skills!


You can never have too many books. This is true, never, ever, have too many books. I love books. I sometimes go and stand in second-hand bookshops and sniff. You can tell by this statement I am very very sad indeed. Books have been my constant companions in life. I have been able to read since I was about three, and it has always been my favourite thing to do.

I have discovered all sorts of things from reading, it makes me laugh, cry, find new worlds, explore other cultures…..Books are always there for you, however you feel and they can transform any mood in an instant.

Mr A and M_________

Yes I moan about them I know. Mr A has now been in my life for almost a year, since Dam and Woo’s wedding in fact. He has, completely, changed my life. He has made me feel so much better about myself and my life, he supports me in whatever I do, he gives advice not criticism, and above all, it is important to him whether I am happy or not. A year down the line, I still fancy him like a sad teenager, and am still finding out things about him. He makes me laugh, he shares in the good times and the often difficult ones, and he is full of surprises. He loves M_____ and she loves him back without prompting. I just love him very much.

M_____ is an amazing little girl. She has gone through so much in her short life, she has been to almost as many schools as she has had years on the planet, she has changed countries, towns, cultures……. She is fiendishly intelligent, frighteningly self-sufficeint, and wildly opinionated! She is bright and beautiful, with a naughty twinkle in her eye. I don’t know what I would do without her.

Without either of them in fact……

There Mr SC and not a fluffy bunny in sight!

I tag…………….

Kitty @Kitty’s Ramblings

TrashCanDan @Musings of a Damaged Mind

Amethyst Dragon @ Musings of a Purple Dragon

Beaut1ful @ My Place

Silent Fruitbat @ Silent’s World