Sex Legacy

When a lover is a beggar
Abject is his knee -
When a lover is an owner
Different is he -

-Emily Dickinson, quoted by Lynn Margulis in The Symbioitic Planet

Why I quit Ceroc

Ah so apt.

I had a good demo tonight - that is, I didn't fall on my head, and Paul has again revolutionised the way I dance. I love it when he does that. And then when we dance afterwards he tests me to see how hard I'm trying to do what I've learnt - I can't explain quite why I get such a kick out of it, but I really really do.

On the down side I'd forgotten how lechy it is there, or perhaps it's getting worse. Last time I chatted to Ian he said "all the men there are either over 50 or act like it" and as I looked round tonight I couldn't really see an exception to that.

I had several dances where I couldn't wait to be freed - continually fighting the battle to keep hands on my hip not my arse, and so many men press you right to them. I'm sure our inner thighs need not touch quite so often.

The above sketch was part of one of the Ceroc-strips I used to draw before they caused offense. I kind of miss drawing them. Taking the piss out of myself is in many ways therapeutic.

Below is a photo of me being sad, and below that 2 more photos to show I'm not always ugly.

How I feel after dance (and look for that matter) 

Very happy 

Blue with sling 

Scarlet's Birthday

Lots of people eating too much :)

Mmm, Chinese all you can eat - and we did. Seriously. I couldn't eat any more I was almost spherical. Phil had to roll me home.

Oooh and pass the parcel was also much much fun. Met some new people too which is always good including the pottery lady and an interesting woman called Abbie who told us all about her research into electrons in 1 dimension.

Lovely to see Zareh and Ian again, many other lovely Cerocers, and of course Scarlet herself, complete with her new man.... ;)

My favourite people with no hair. Check out Zareh's funky glasses. 

Ian!!! Yay! 

Check out that hair cut :D And the sloping WALL in the background... 

Kevin's Party

This was easily one of the weirdest parties I've ever been to. Everyone there (and there were over 20 of us) had 3 things in common and 1 main objective...

We all:- have a keen interest in Science
- live in / around Cambridge
- know Kevin

And we all: - wanted to eat Haggis

The quickest conversation openener was the original "so, how do you know Kevin?", and then "ah, so which area of Science is your PhD in exactly?".... and .... "where do you think you'll go next with it?"

The food was good (if slightly odd) as were the people. But then, what do you expect from a party filled with Cambridge PhD students, and foreign 6-month exchangers? :)

Favourite quote of the evening:
"In Denmark we have this saying: If you're not a winner, you're a loser"

Norwich

Harry, Claire & Sophie, looking over some art

Feeling too lazy to write an entry..

Me and Soph went to visit Claire and her newbie boyfriend Harry in Norwich and had a lot of fun there :D

Soap in her cocoon :) 

Me sitting on Claire's bed, wearing Harry's sunglasses 

More R & J problems

Bah, I had another Romeo and Juliet nightmare, like this one. Damn reoccurringness. This time I was mid play, with Alf and Phil, all acting at my Mum's boyfriend's house for no obvious reason.

In other news I did 6 hours of integration yesterday and gave myself back ache.

Farewell, and good luck!

Can't believe I won't see him for ages.. feels so unreal.

Me: So I guess I'll see you in six months then
Phil: Yup, when you get back
Me: When're you back?
Phil: 10 of July
Me: Yeah, I'll be well gone by then, see you in September

A lot can happen in a week and, ever since he said his personal good bye to me on Monday, I am a lot more comfortable with watching him go.

Good luck to Merv too. Very very strange to see him minus the dreads though :)

Tomato I liked the look of when I was making a salad Wednesday evening. It's an egg at the very back. 

Taken in Florence last year

So many things are going to happen in the next 6 months I'm not sure I know how it'll all fit in. But whenever I start to panic I think of how exciting it all is, and I get this lovely rising feeling. Like the feeling you get when you look up at something high above you - like the ceiling in this photo, or the sky.

My fiance, Nathan, knows what I mean when I say I feel like I'm falling upwards, into the sky.

View from the kitchen window whilst I stood eating my breakfast the other morning