rosiedoes: (Sherlock: Come Anyway)
I will be watching that awkward ginger kid in a film and being geeky.



2011 took two of my favourite bands, my sport, my job and one of my dearest friends.

Bring it on, 2012. There is no way you can fuck up worse than that, even if you mark the end of civilisation as we know it.

rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo

Sad news.

Friday, 18 March 2011 10:10 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
Yesterday, I heard from a dear friend of many years - someone I have known since we were in our mid-teens and used to speak to on the phone for hours a night, and were so close we would fall asleep holding hands. In January, her mother, someone I knew well, was killed in an accident. She was only 63, and Vicky was an only child. She's moved home to live with her stepdad for a while, so he's not by himself.

They're both absolutely devastated.

This article from a local newspaper explains what happened. I hope the man responsible is stabbed in the throat with a sharpened toothbrush, in prison.

A HORSE rider was killed after being hit by a van while she was out on a morning ride.

Jane Mitchinson, 63, of The Close, Brentwood, was on her horse with a friend in Ashwells Road, Pilgrim Hatch, when a white Toyota van collided with them at 9.50am on Sunday.

Ms Mitchinson, who was secretary of the Brentwood and District Talking Newspaper, was thrown from her horse into a nearby ditch by the collision.

Roads had to closed in the area while rescue services attended the scene but despite their best efforts, paramedics and a doctor from Essex Air Ambulance pronounced Ms Mitchinson dead at the scene.

Along with the inuries sustained by the fall, Ms Mitchinson also suffered a cardiac arrest which was believed to have been caused from chest injuries from the incident.

The other rider, a Brentwood man, was thrown off his saddle and treated by paramedics at the scene and taken to Queens Hospital, in Romford, with minor injuries.

Both horses were also flung into the ditch with one dying at the scene while the other had to be put down later on because of it’s injuries.

The 51-year-old driver of the van was arrested on suspicion of causing death by dangerous driving and has been released on bail until March 19 while enquiries continue.

Ms Mitchinson, who also volunteered with the Brentwood University of the Third Age, leaves a partner and a daughter – tributes have poured in to her from members of the Brentwood community.
rosiedoes: (Mood: sXe)
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh.

This is about as coherent as I feel today.

Yesterday, I spent almost 14 hours on my feet, NSOing and prancing around in pink sparkly knickers (over my jeans), arm wrestling in Mexican wrestling masks, atrocious karaoke, body popping with Betsy and explaining to Sophia why it was okay for her to take a poo in the pub toilet.

Yes. It was that classy.

And I was stone cold sober.



L-R: Neil's Girlfriend, Neil, The Mighty Mighty Bash, Bebe Bruiser (pink mask), (behind) Derby Stopout, Flash Bang Wallop, Blaze of Gory (yes, Gory), Me (blue mask), Lady Lazarus, (behind) Sal Gore, Rose Bleed, Lady Gag'er, (front) Jubacca, t'POW, Mass Janeycide.

There are so many amazing girls who were with us yesterday, who didn't make that pic. Taco Hell's little sister, Elisa, was selling Mexican sugar skulls and masks to raise money for the league she's setting up in Mexico to buy skates with.

It's so nice, that despite obvious competition - this is a competitive contact sport, after all - the leagues get on like one massive family. All the girls are so sweet. And the Rockers had a great time, freshies to the first round of girls. It was really nice.

Even if I saw a little more flesh than I really would have liked... ;)
rosiedoes: (Default)
This is how we spent our day, yesterday - marching in Brighton's biggest ever Pride parade.


Mooshy and I, as captured by [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight virtually outside our house - Julie couldn't march because she ruined herself at practice a couple of weeks ago.

They see us rollin', they quakin'... )
rosiedoes: (Default)
When you become nothing but one half of your relationship, having ignored all your friends for over a year, been rude and unnecessarily hostile to the point where you drove them away, it's really rather hypocritical to claim they cut people out of their lives over the 'the slightest thing' when they extend an olive branch to offer some comfort regardless of the offence you caused them.

Speaking for myself, I cut people out of my life on a regular basis, yes; but when it reaches a point where I feel the presence of the other person is having a detrimental effect on my life or our friendship no longer has any value. Sometimes, that is triggered by one massive incident, but more often it is a case of the straw that broke the camel's back. The culmination of a long period or series of problems which finally come to a head and cause the axe to drop.

One thing I do believe is that people who live in glass houses should not throw stones, but I hate to see that person helpless when their world is shattered. I'm happy to help sweep up if you need it.

I has an internetz!

Wednesday, 6 January 2010 09:11 pm
rosiedoes: (FOB: Glomps)
God. I am back. It's been a nightmare only being able to get online on my phone. I never check LJ from there because the screen is so tiny and if you try to post you have to do it in a box an inch square.


We are now in the new house! Hurrah! It is much bigger than the old place, although I do feel a bit lost with all the space. We now own a big, squishy green sofa and a blue armchair, too. Since we've been here, it has snowed more than I've ever seen in the space of a year. Getting to work tomorrow is going to be more than a little bit ridiculous. No matter which way I walk, it'll be uphill.

Work is exactly the same as it was a few weeks ago. They keep telling me I'm amazing but I have still seen no payrise or official promotion. :\ I did get a bonus for "going above and beyond" when I arranged the company Christmas party, which was nice.

Christmas sucked because I had a reaction to the smoke cloak issued by the intruder alarm at work - and then I got a cold on top of it. New Year was weak because my plans went tits up. Not a great start to the year, but I did make up for it with lunch with Matthew and Wild Things Weekend with the girls.



Wild Things Weekend involved myself, [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight, [livejournal.com profile] supercasio and [livejournal.com profile] fadefromblack, food, zombie escape plans being taken very seriously, confusing Matthew with unsolicited texts about not wearing red shirts in the event of a crisis, awesome food at the best buffet restaurant you will ever go to (honestly, it's like a palace of nom), lots of goofing around and feeling sick from over eating on the beach and then... Where the Wild Things Are.

Now, I'm not going to spoil this, but I do have to ask, "Who the fuck thought this was suitable for children?" It's fucked up! At one point I thought the kids in front of me would start screaming, it was so dark and creepy. It was also insanely depressing and had an air of a film that had significant scenes missing - like bits had been edited out for rating approval. So fucking weird. I would like to see a Director's Cut of this one, because I feel like so much is unclear.

But anyway - that's the update. How have you all been?

HAH.

Friday, 7 August 2009 11:42 pm
rosiedoes: (HRE: Album)
Jay just told me he's filling in for a friend's band and is currently on tour.

Also on the tour? Charlie 'Warchief' Mark's band. Charlie Jay's old room mate. Charlie FOB's old security dude (who I totally adored).

This shit never stops confusing the fuck out of me.

But yay! It sounds like they're having a blast. I wish I could be out there to see it.

High School Mix CD

Friday, 3 April 2009 04:48 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
So @GHowell on Twitter wanted me to make him a mixtape which was based on the theme of high school, so I made him one featuring some of the bands and songs I was into from the age of around 16-18. The latest track on this was first released in 2000.

Download.

I even made a cover, look (it's in the zip folder)!



Fullsize cover + playlist )

Making this really made me quite nostalgic for when [livejournal.com profile] returntosender and I were about 17 and she made me a couple of mixtapes. Hefner would have made it onto this if I had a CD copy...

It feels like a lifetime ago, seriously.
rosiedoes: (FOB: SrsBiz)
Dear [livejournal.com profile] scoobygang63 and [livejournal.com profile] sassygirl,

Please add each other.

Thanks You'll thank me,
Rosie.

I has a birfdy!

Thursday, 27 November 2008 12:29 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Happy)
Things that made today awesome:

- all the lovely birthday wishes I've received throughout the day, on here, on Facebook and on the Fuck City forum, where someone actually created a thread for it;
- waking up to a ficlet from [livejournal.com profile] untelling who is amazing and needs to write more;
- finding out [livejournal.com profile] ashe_frost had bought me paid time for one of my LJs ♥ ;
- [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight driving us all the way to Southampton and back, despite being sick;
- awesome cupcakes from [livejournal.com profile] fadefromblack;
- getting to show Dan O'Connor the tattoo [livejournal.com profile] shiny_starlight and [livejournal.com profile] likethepaint bought me, after he'd told us the song I quoted was one of his current favourites (he had to tug my shirt down to see it. ♥_♥);
- the look on Dan's face when he saw the enormous quantity of sweets we'd brought them (and then getting to see him eagerly hacking his way into a plastic carton of flying saucers with my door key);
- a moment of sXe unity with FYS's merch guy, Josh;
- over-hearing people telling each other that my new tattoo is awesome in the ladies' at the venue;
- listening to Fast Times all the way home and explaining to Julie how the lyrics inadvertantly plotted out the course of TWNW;
- checking my Twitter and the Fuck City forum en route, and finding not one, but two messages from one of my favourite people ever:





All in all it has been a pretty wonderful birthday. The only way it could have been improved would have been to have picked the whole shebang up and having it happen in Chicago. ♥

You guys are all wonderful. Thank you so much.

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Sunday, 5 October 2008 07:17 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
I wore a dress today. A real, honest to God floral dress. And I didn't feel awkward.

For those who know me in RL, this is the dress I wore for my birthday when I turned 24, so it's quite an old dress but I've probably only ever worn it four times since I've owned it.

Basically, I met up with Vicky today. Vicky was my best friend (along side [livejournal.com profile] ashe_frost for years. We met just a couple of weeks after I turned sixteen and she turned fifteen. We share the same birthday and at the time were obsessed with the Manic Street Preachers. We met after I made a post on a forum and she emailed me. We were genuinely soulmates back then. We used walk around holding hands (and this is before all kids started doing it). Fuck, I can remember nights when we slept holding hands.

It's probably testimony to how close we were, that within seconds of seeing each other for the first time in four or five years, we were walking ahead of her other friends, nattering away, and when the others decided they wanted to go to another pub instead of staying at the poetry reading we were at, we were totally cool with hanging out by ourselves. It was as though we'd only seen each other a week ago.

She's going to come down nearer Christmas and come shopping and stuff.

The poetry reading itself was really nice. It was a teeny, tiny pub called the Grosvenor on the street Julie and I were originally going to live on. It was full of quirky, eccentric people telling rude or ridiculous poems and it felt like stepping back in time, to the days before TV or something. When people had to amuse themselves. The lights were soft and warm and it felt like winter.

I loved it.

But the fact that I was wearing a dress with leggings (or, more accurately the same pair of cut-off opaque tights that I wore in Chicago when I went with Lib, last year!) and pumps was really... liberating. I felt good about the way I looked, without feeling like I was trying. The dress itself is so flattering and made of such stretchy, comfortable material... I'm going to have to wear it more often. I recently bought a plan black one in a similar style, as well, which I'm glad I did. I've been trying to grow my hair out for a couple of months, and it's at a kind of ridiculous in-between stage at the moment, but I even managed to pull that off, today.

Generally, it was a wonderful day.

And topped off with the new Domino's Bacon Double Cheeseburger pizza it was pretty much perfect.

I'm so excited for autumn.

(no subject)

Friday, 26 September 2008 12:39 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
I've just gotten back in touch with my best friend from almost ten years ago!

Some of you might remember Vicky, who was the Richey to my Nicky, back in the Manics days (she was the elegant intellectual, I was gaudy gobshite).

It's so awesome. We were best friends from just after my sixteenth birthday, and eventually drifted apart about three or four years ago. She introduced me to Kate, my last major girlfriend.

She's going to be down in Brighton next Sunday, so we're meeting up.

Hurrah!

(no subject)

Thursday, 14 August 2008 04:40 pm
rosiedoes: (FOB: Glomps)
CONGRATULATIONS, MATTE!

Knew you could do it, kid.

(no subject)

Sunday, 11 May 2008 04:44 pm
rosiedoes: (FOB: SrsBiz)
Just to get my side of the story out before this all turns into drama, but yes, I just defriended [livejournal.com profile] marysiak.

I think that the request for people to pay for her to get laser surgery is frankly out of order and seeing people going ahead and doing so is just... sickening for me.

This is not an operation she's in desperate need of. She just doesn't want to wear contacts or glasses anymore. It's like asking your flist to buy you a yearly travelcard because you can't be bothered to walk (even though you could). I have people on my flist who have been in utterly desperate situations and never dreamed of asking for help, let alone for something they want rather than need.

Right now, so soon after the crisis in Burma/Myanmar, when people are truly suffering and need all the help they can get, it seems in bad taste generally to ask for something that can be done without. In fact, I find asking people to pay for something that is based on preference, rather than critical necessity, pretty shameful. And selfish.

"I want this and I expect my friends to pay for it for me."

That's just not right, in my book.

So, there you have it. I couldn't give much of a fuck if other people defriend me because of this view - that's your prerogative. I give what I can afford to the people who need it in order to survive, to the people who have nothing because of where they live in the world, or the environment they live in, not to people who expect hand outs because they're too impatient to wait and save for themselves.

(no subject)

Wednesday, 7 May 2008 06:05 pm
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)
So, I went through and added a bunch of people on Facebook - I've rarely used it because I have LJ, but I lost track of a lot of the friends I had on there when I switched journals.

It's so weird to be talking to Stevie again! He used to be a really good mate.

So - if you know people I knew from the Camden scene back in the day, get them to add me on Facebook. I'm not sure that the content of my LJ these days would excite many of them, but my Facebook is less FOB-oriented and it would be a good to catch up with people.

(no subject)

Wednesday, 30 April 2008 04:32 pm
rosiedoes: (Me: Popart)
Dear flist,

I have known some of you for a very long time, now, and I have never seen pics of most of you. I have totally no idea what you look like.

However, most of you have seen pics of me, and that just doesn't seem fair!

What I'm going to do is screen the comments on this post, because I know some of you would feel a bit weird about having your pics on the wide-open interwebz, and get all you guys to share a pic so I can put a face to a name.

There are a ton of pics of me on my MySpace, to make it fair.

So, come on! Show me your lovely little faces!

Rosie

P.S. If you don't mind the pics being public, say so, and I'll unscreen them for you.

(no subject)

Saturday, 29 March 2008 01:12 pm
rosiedoes: (CS: Meh)
In two hours, one of my best friends flies to Japan by himself for six weeks.

He's been wanting to go for a long time, he's saved up every penny for this himself.

But I just feel nervous. He's a big dude, 22 years old, but so trusting and sweet.

I hope this goes well for him, I really do, but I just can't help feeling anxious.

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