The Creased Pages

I can't deny that I'm a very emotional person. It's so obvious; it would be pointless even trying to deny it. In school, I was the cry-baby of the class. It really wouldn't take much to set me off, which is quite embarrassing to admit. I was the goody-two-shoes of the class too; I was never really told off properly, so I can't even blame it on that. Although, thinking about it, maybe that would have helped toughen me up a bit. I haven't exactly grown out of being that fuzzball of emotion, but it has adapted and is focused around slightly less trivial things. Thankfully I'm no longer of an age where I go all teary if I'm told I have to eat those spaghetti hoops in my school dinner, whether I like them or not. (Yes. I was that bad.) While I don't burst into tears at the smallest thing like I used to, I do still let things go to heart more than I should. To paraphrase McBusted: I'm just a sensitive girl.

Hello there! Gosh, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve been kind of busy, in a way… Not really... I have got a new job that I’ve been settling into! Although, it has been about eight months since I actually started the new job, and I passed my probation in early February, so I guess I should consider myself well and truly settled! I am now, officially, a full-timer! :) I work as initial contact for my local council now. I started off on the phones, taking calls for the other departments, but now that I’ve got my training, I’ve been allowed back out into the face-to-face world! It feels like everything has been non-stop recently, and although I’ve had time off when I could have sat down and done some writing, I’ve often found that more important things have cropped up. Those Doctor Who episodes aren’t going to watch themselves, y’know! Yes, I realise this is just a regurgitated version of what I say every time I start a new post on here. I do it every time: I acknowledge my absen...

It started with Busted. At the end of 2002, What I Go To School For was released and I became obsessed. I was only 9 at the time, so my memories of the time seem to be a blurred muddle - especially with the monotonous primary school drivel in the way.  But I remember spending any pocket money I had on pop magazines, just because Busted were on the covers. I remember chattering excitedly in school to people about Busted, and singing my heart out to tracks like Year 3000, Dawson's Geek and You Said No in my bedroom. (I used to censor the word 'naked' from my renditions of Britney, because I thought it was a bad word!) I remember spending ages in Woolworths, trying to decide which version of the Crashed The Wedding single to buy, only to end up buying both. This led to my first taste of McFly, thanks to their collab. with Busted on their cover of Build Me Up Buttercup on CD1. Then along came Five Colours In Her Hair in March of 2004, fully igniting my love for McFl...

There's something I mention now and again on my Twitter and Facebook pages, which I realise I never fully explained. I tweeted about bits of it at the time, but I've never told the full story in one place. For me, it was one of the most memorable (and honestly frightening) experiences of my life. That makes it sound really dramatic, and I don’t mean to make this sound like an X Factor style sob story. I just want to share my account of it fully, in a way that cannot be expressed effectively in 140 characters or less.