Tattoo thoughts.

I've been thinking a lot about tattoos lately. Have always known I'll get at least one more (and let's face it, it's been nearly 9 years - how'd that happen?) and a few ideas have started taking shape. Not sure where, left wrist keeps coming to mind but I don't know that I want one there. What I want is a poem and one (or a few? Can't decide) IPA transcriptions (i.e. phonetic) of it. The poem is one of Saroyan's short ones:


lighght.

Difficult healthy eating.

We went to ASDA the other day. And bought mostly fruit and veg. Healthy stuff.

Now you may not be familiar with an ASDA receipt? Basically, there's usually a whole load of BOGOFs (Buy One Get One Free), 3 for the price of 2, or 'rollbacks' (sale items, basically). A whole load of them. And they're always listed at the bottom of the receipt. It'll say 'you've saved £5.63 today' and so on.

And do you think there were any deals on the fruit & veg? No, you're wrong - there was one: the melons were 2 for 1. Or something like that; I don't have the receipt in front of me and I cannae remember.

But why does it have to be so hard to shop healthily? The crisps are always on offer. As are hot dogs, frozen pizzas, sausage rolls... and so on. Now don't get me wrong, I like the occasional hot dog as much as the next girl but they make it difficult for low income households to eat healthily. And they wonder why the country is gaining weight?

I know, I know, these aren't revelations in any way, but it was on my mind. It was that startling difference between a 'normal' shop (and we don't buy *that* much rubbish, honest!) and one consisting almost exclusively of greens and other such fun.

That'll be all for now.


Next time: price guarantees, vouchers and BOGOF offers.

It's that pondering time o' the night.

It's 4am. I've not been up all night in a very long time. It's odd, I used to do it all the time. Dad used to get up at 5 or 6 and I'd try to turn off computer quickly and quietly and rush into my bedroom, hoping he'd think I'd been asleep all night. I don't think it worked. NB.- if it did work: Dad, I'm making all this up. I slept a good 8 hours every single night!

In my first year of uni I didn't sleep much. And when I did it was usually in day time. It wasn't just that I was 'turning the day around', I'd be up for a few nights/days and then get overwhelmed by sleep.

I remember sitting on that scratchy blue chair by the window looking out at the courtyard, the other windows... it was a depressing sight. I did some of my best writing sat on that horrible chair, wrapped in my blanket.

...

Here's one. Don't judge too hard; I was a creative writing student after all...

Headlights

I stood still, staring into the headlights
hypnotized and full of fear
but also, admiration.
And I put another pound coin into the slot,
pushed hold, hi and lo a couple of times
   just to make sure I'd unlock all possible features
and gently, slowly, with as much confidence as I could gather
I pressed start.
Start, again.
Hi, re-spin,
lo, unlock megafeature
another pound coin
still hypnotized by the lights
  "Nevermind The Jackpots"
I couldn't move
     another pound coin in
press start, push nudge, and again
Hi or Lo, Continue or Lose?
  And suddenly it all went black.