I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares my flat says that we’ll only be seeing more deaths, now that we’re in our forties, and some closer to home. Having no parents, I grew up as an appendage to a coterie of aunts and uncles, who are in their fifties and sixties. Fuck.
Hauled my fat bottomed girl out of bed, got on my moped, and challenging both migraine and writer’s block, sat at a cafe with my laptop. Black coffee, please, yes, no milk. Triggers a migraine. Something I’ve only just figured out. So no more cappuccinos. 2016 is a fuck up so far, but I’m not going to self-pity. I’m writing. Will commence the rescue of half finished stories trapped in the drafts folder.
For Bowie and Rickman. And Alice Morgan.
art by Marina Capdevila
You fight those migraines, you shaved headed warrior! You still have time to kick 2016 in the ass.
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You too. 😉
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Sigh. I hope so.
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Grief is a part of life but we have to live it, don’t we?
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no escaping it.
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I’m in my mid fifties and one of the worst things about getting older is that people keep dying and will keep on dying. The lesson I’ve taken so long to learn is to not waste time in telling those I love that I love them and to waste no time in seeing them either. Unfinished business really sucks.
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Thank you for sharing that. I’ve only just realised this. I love your work and wish you well. (Wasted no time in saying that.) Now for the rest…
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I realised some time ago but failed to act. Thanks for the compliment and well wishes; it’s reciprocal. 🙂
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“people keep dying and will keep on dying”, that’s true. In my case they started dying when I was 15 and just kept on dying for the next two decades. When I reach my mid fifthies, there won’t be many left to die…
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It’s tough dealing with death when we’re young. We’re more capable of rationalising it later.
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Yes, my older brother took me on a holiday to a city we’d never been too when I was 15 and there he killed himself. It’s not the only reason, but it can probably explain why I’m so fucking mental at times…
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I’m sorry to hear that. That’s more than enough to mess up anyone. I’m really sorry you had to go through that. X
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A good enough reason, that’s for sure! Thanks.
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That’s an awful thing to have to deal with.
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I’m sorry to hear that.
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Love you, babe ❤
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me too, M. X
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I hate dying. Dying can go and do unmentionable things to itself. Enough with the dying already! I’ve decided this very moment that I’m not going to die. There. Simples. 😛
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good. i’m fucking relieved tony single will never die.
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(Me too.)
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Yes. Love you. Fuck the migraines!
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😉
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Fuck yes. Sounds like a fucking excellent plan to me. Fuck death.
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yes, i think the ultimate fuck you would be reincarnation. i wouldn’t mind that…
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that would be so fucking amazing…
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Ugh, fucking Life. None of us asked for any of this. Sending Chardonnay hugs all the way from London Town xx
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Fucking life, yes. I like Chardonnay hugs. X
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Thanks for the spoiler.
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Hahaha I couldn’t help it…
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love takes up too much room. grief gives you room for creativity.
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unfortunately i find this true. happiness doesn’t seem to beget art. i hope i’m wrong…
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I think it’s just a different kind. I think love can make beautiful things but there’s only ever room for the subject of that love. Grief takes any form.
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And then again I’m assuming love is synonymous with happiness
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perhaps not. because love can be excruciating…
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Yep yep and yep
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I was gutted to see Alice go too…they made a mistake there.
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Luther with Alice, it’s just better tv.
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Luther without Alice is a poor substitute. Shes my hero.
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Haha she’s my hero too. Did you see the poem I wrote about her? It’s called Alice Morgan. Oh right, I’m migrating my poetry… Anyway I also love Sarah in The Killing (Nordic not American).
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I have not yet found your Alice Morgan poem. I’ll go searching later.
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I pulled it from my blog because I was planning to migrate it to a new poetry blog. Emphasis on ‘planning’. Sorry to waste your time. Thought I made it clear in my earlier comment… 🙂
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Well then, I wait with baited breath for the new shiny blog! I’m hungry and ability to understand words has diminished…
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Bastarding migraines. Spunky post.
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I read this before when I had a different blog. Still fucking love it. Fuck death up the motherfucking ass.
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What was your ex blog called?
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It was broke fish
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