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The Snow Killer - Part One

Hello faithful blogger.com readers (or random people on the internet),

I am bored, and freezing, so I am going to write a story right here, right now, about a Snow Killer. Who knows what that means? Me neither, let's find out together....

The Snow Killer

"No tah, sweetheart, my, er, boyfriend will be here soon. Keep the drink, and leave me alone, will you? ". The brunette swivelled back around on the bar stool, and giggled with her friend. Pissed, Danny walked out of the bar, zipped up his hoodie, and turned the corner.

Stupid cow, who does she think she is? I'm a great guy. I don't need her. I could get any bitch I wanted. She's not even that nice looking, I prefer blondes anyway. Fucking bitch. Stuck up: that's what she is...

He could feel the anger consuming his body. It started, as always, in his eyes: they blurred with rage, and the world became an abstract painting through a pane of wet glass. His head started to burn beneath the skin, and his breath was the cloud of smoke escaped from a overheated microwave meal for one.

He shoved his icicles into his pockets, crossed the road, and hid under the bus shelter.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

The blood in his veins raced around his body.
Pump. Pump. Pump. 

Just breathe. For fuck sake, I'm fine.

Rush. Rush. Rush.

"Do you have a light, babe?" A platinum and orange mess in a leopard print coat smiled at him, a fag hanging from the left side of her mouth.
The icicles handed her a lighter, and returned to the pocket.

She curved her hand around the end of the cigarette, and lit the nicotine-filled stick. She went to hand the lighter back, but Danny shook his head; "I've quit. Effective immediately." He studied his shoelaces, black, shiny things, ragged at the ends from never being off the ground.

Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush.

"Each to their own, sweetheart". She smiled, and shifted slightly, as to face him more. "Ya'know, yer not that bad to look at, fer a kid, like. Aye, in my younger days, I might 'ave."

Gratitude escaped from his lips. Fuck, what do I care, she's just some old chavvy bird anyway. Who gives a fuck what she thinks?

"Listen, kid. I'm feeling good today. what d'ya say te a drink in that pub o'er there?"

"No, thanks, lady. I just left there. It's shit."

"Aye, but at least it's warm" She smiled at him again, and then held out her hand. "Diane Warner"

"Danny Fores"

"Well, alright then Danny-boy, let's go get smashed, eh?" She laughed, took his arm, and dragged him across the road.

She's friendly at least. I'll give her that. Bit common though...

As they entered the pub, Danny noticed the brunette was still perched prettily on her stool. He excused himself, and approached her.

Rush. Rush. Rush.

Keep it cool, no need to freak out.

"Hi"
"Oh, it's you again. My boyfriend-"
"No he isn't. I don't care. I just wanted to say, you should really watch how you treat people. That, and you're not even that fit."
"How dare you!" She slapped Danny across the face, then stormed off.

Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush.

Diane came sprinting over, and shook him by the shoulders.
"What happened?"

Pump. Pump. Pump.

"Nothing, it's fine. Let's just get a drink." He pulled out his wallet, ordered two tequilas and a beer, and a gin and tonic for Diane. He carried the drinks over to the table she'd picked.

Great, a corner table. Now I'm alone with the old cow. But, she didn't freak out and leave...


Well. There is the first 574 words of the story. What do you think?

- Mel

The Canterbury Derive

A dérive:  "is an unplanned journey through a landscape, usually urban, on which the subtle aesthetic contours of the surrounding architecture and geographysubconsciously direct the travellers, with the ultimate goal of encountering an entirely new and authentic experience."

I was asked to complete a dérive through notes, recordings and images. I've decided to share my findings with you, and: the result of my "unplanned journey" of Canterbury Christ Church University.

www.canterbury.ac.uk/support/fitness-centre/docs/CampusMap.pdf

Directed by tweets by @Heidi_Colthup, my lecturer at CCCU; I left Ramsey, and headed out from the building towards Touchdown, but was halted by Hannah, who "needed a fag". And so, I photographed by surroundings:

I then continued my derive with the tweets:

#cccuDerive What’s under your feet right now?

#cccuDerive take a left turn NOW ;) 

#cccuDerive find something RED – photograph it

 

#cccuDerive Find an old wall

#cccuDerive Find some writing around you. Collect FIVE words

#cccuDerive Find somewhere to write. Sit & write for 10 minutes. Write ANYTHING.

 So there we go, the unplanned journey, and it led me to a leaf on a page and a jumble of words.... at least it stopped raining!

Mel x

Before the Canterbury Christ Church chaos begins...

Hello bloggers/blog-readers/my friends who are forced to read these,
 
It's been a while, so I thought I should catch you all up on the incredible life of ME! I've been living in Canterbury for two months now, and have enjoyed it immensely.
 
I went to visit Canterbury Cathedral recently, and as someone who is completely unaware of religion, I found it to be an overwhelming experience. I, as a logical person does, decided to try and focus on the beauty of where I was, but was too taken aback by the murals and the memorials, and the sheer commitment that religion desires, and indeed (by those who are involved in it) deserves. I highly recommend a visit, whether you are religious or not: it is a beautiful place and needs to be revered.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Over the past month, I have had new people come in to my life in the form of housemates. They are all lovely people, and it's quite an enjoyable experience (despite it being a house full of students who have no regard for noise control). That is Quinland on the right, wearing my glasses, clever thing he is, but likes to scare us by not talking as he walks in to a room, he creeps in quietly and scares the hell out of us all. Our kitchen is a mess, we eat Tiramisu for dinner, and spend hours watching the TV show, Angel. I love my housemates, and hope it stays this fun as the year progresses.
 
 




 
This is a picture of my bedroom wall, covered in my geeky posters. #geekandproud
 




I also, celebrated my nineteenth, a month late but oh well, with a Doctor Who/SciFi Friday 13th Belated Birthday Bonanza... (yes, it had a title and everything). We played Doctor Who drinking games, such as Doctor Who Pictionary and Doctor Who Quotes drinking game - which I will upload later.
 
We also dressed up as our favourite characters, and went out clubbing with some more of my friends. I was dressed as River Song, with my attempt at her hair.  Ashleigh dressed as the TARDIS, +Shelby Fuller was Clara Owsald.
 
My friend, Ashleigh (right) bought me my very own RIVER SONG notebook, for all my favourite quotes. It's nearly full already, but I've left some space for the 50th Anniversary.
 
 
 
 Well, that's me for now! I hope you've enjoyed my little update. Sorry +Shelby Fuller for the pictures, but your shock at the TARDIS sketch was enough to merit a post on my blog.


Thanks for the page views, keep them coming - I'm aiming for 2000 by November!

Mel x

 

The Pub Diaries: Canterbury

I've been living in Canterbury for a month now, and in response to my previous post; I thought I should tell you what I've been up to!

I like interesting and quirky places, and although I do love a cheap drink, sometimes you need the atmosphere more than the alcohol. There's three pubs/bars I've come to love over the last few weeks. I only ever drink vodka and coke on a night out, so it's easy for me to compare prices. The first magical new place I'm going to ramble on about is Lady Luck.

Lady Luck is a great "alternative scene" for lack of a better phrase. It's got great music, a lively atmosphere, a pool table, fun bar staff, and above all: cheap drinks!
I've been there at least twice a week since I've got here, and at £2.00 for a house single and mixer, it hasn't put me out of pocket... yet. They have a wide range of drinks stocked, and often do specials on Shepard Neame bottled beer, so it keeps the men happy, and they do shots for £1, so it keeps the sober-wanting-to-be-drunk happy and un-poor.

The second, I only found this week: The Cricketers. It's right next door to Lady Luck, but is a very different environment. With fairy lights and ivy in the garden, I was quite content to sit out there in the warm air with a friend, whilst we listen to the live music. It's a Shepard Neame pub, so its £3.00 for a single vodka and coke, was expected.

Another pub I've enjoyed this week was The New Inn, off of North Holmes Road. When entering through the garden, I thought we were tagging into a posh house party. Its beautiful garden and outdoor cooking facilities made it feel like the lazy weekends we all dream of. The barmaid, whose name escapes me, was chatty, and quite happy to talk to the customers, without a look of boredom etched on her face. £3.90 for a double vodka and cola wasn't inconceivable, but there are cheaper places. 

I think Lay Luck is my winner on prices and atmosphere, however it depends what kind of night you are after. If it's a quiet drink with a few friends, then I suggest The Cricketers. If it's great BBQ and friendly staff, head to The New Inn. But Lady Luck is great for a night out that never gets boring. 

The meaning behind the ink

A friend recently asked me what the meaning was behind my tattoos, and I didn't know how to reply. I chose and designed my tattoos instinctively, and although I spent many months laboriously designing them, the original idea remained the same.

My first tattoo, was four coloured stars behind my ear. I always wanted something small for my first tattoo, and somewhere I could hide it. (I got this one in Stars and Swallows, Dartford, http://www.localstore.co.uk/store/729449/stars-and-swallows/dartford/)

Don't get me wrong: I love my tattoos and am proud of them. However, some people don't agree. Luckily, my workplace don't mind my tattoos as they are not offensive. And how could they be: I've got stars and butterflies.

The stars, which I got as a present from my step-father, represent my climb to success. I started university last September, so my eighteenth birthday was even more important, because it meant I was going to be on my way forward to an adventure I would never forget.

My second tattoo, I got at the beginning of 2013, is a butterfly on a vine on my right shoulder. I love this, and spent a long time deciding where this butterfly should perch on my skin. This one is blue and purple merged, with green leaves on the vines.

My third tattoo, is something I had always wanted but never been brave enough to get: a wrist tattoo. My wrist butterfly is on a beautiful curve of vines, and has the same colours as her sister on my shoulder.



My two butterfly tattoos, I acquired when living in Folkestone, http://www.bigtattooplanet.com/directory/clothing/deadmans-body-piercing-tattooing.


 I have always loved butterflies. I think they are delicate and graceful, and symbolic.

Butterflies mean change to me: they are born humble caterpillars, and then they cocoon, learn the ways of the world, and the meaning of growth, and emerge these beautiful flying creatures with bright colours; flying around the world showing off their wings. I think butterflies are proud: they have changed for the better, there's nothing wrong with that.

I think I have butterflies because life is always changing, we as people are always changing, and we should embrace it, not stay caterpillars and hide away in our dusty cocoons.

So, my friend, and my dear readers, my tattoos represent me: aiming for the stars, and forever changing. Happy with that answer, society?

banters in canters, or melancoly in Canterbury?

Hi bloggersphere! 
(to be said loudly and with a hint of irony)

I've recently moved to Canterbury, for work and university, since they shut my beloved UCF down, and well, my old job was rubbish. 

Any who, because I've moved in six weeks early, I've found myself with a lot of free time. Although I have worked nearly every day, it's 12pm to 4pm, and on a quiet day, there is NOTHING to do. 

So, I decided to start exploring Canterbury, local to my house. In my first week, I'd walked up and down the high street at least ten times, been to St Martin's Church (I'm an atheist so I can only appreciate the architecture), found the Post Office/ Londis, found another Londis, figured out my perfect routes to work, university and town, spent two hours sitting in King George VI Memorial Field, found a graveyard/neutral space, walked around my garden and figured out the best places to buy cheap food (heads up students: it's Poundland and Waitrose...)

That was all in one WEEK... Oh dear. This is my third week here, and I'm going crazy, which isn't good considering four days of that I was actually in Dartford picking up some of the rest of my stuff. 

Oh, and I read three books. 

Since Thursday, I've signed up for the 30 Day Free Trial on Love Film Instant www.lovefilm.co.uk/instant, and I've watched 11 films. In less than three days. ELEVEN FILMS. 

So, beautiful people of Blogger and Canterbury, I set you a challenge: Find something free, local and time consuming for me to do, and if you do, I'll write an article about it, and add in some free publicity. 

RISE TO THE CHALLENGE!