Anyway, I'm not writing here much anymore. I'm busy with real life and stuff, and when I do update, I usually just use Tumblr. I'll be back at some point.
Casting off for now.
Last night, Hels, Kadie & I went to see Tales from Haunted Liverpool. It was spooky and awesome. When we came outside, we went to the park behind the hall, which is beautifully creepy at night, a patch of pitch black amongst the lit-up city. A man in a black suit came tearing past us, followed by two cops with batons out, and disappeared into the park. We could see the silhouettes of the cops walking round the outside, trying to find him. We looked at each other, and decided to go in and see if he was there, because it could be a news story. We walked down the flight of stone steps into the park, when we hear a rustling sound. The man in the black suit steps out from behind the stairs and says, "Don't shout for the police" over and over. We turn down the path and walk away back to the hall, and look over our shoulders and he's following us. We break into a run and don't stop until we hit the streetlighted area, and the police go running past us back into the park. We never found out if they got him.
It was more fun than it sounds. Even though we never got the story.
We alse went to see Pete Doherty doing a DJ set in the TriBeCa bar near our flat on Thursday night. His choice of songs was pretty good, and we hung around in the back alley with a bunch of scally boys (who weren't so bad, one of them gave me a cigarette), beneath the balcony where he kept coming out to smoke. We had a shouted conversation while he was atop the balcony (just like Romeo and Juliet! Except I was up to my high heels in garbage), which involved him shouting at me, “You’re not a journalist - where’s your typewriter?!”
Bluecoat tonight to see Lizzie Nunnery XD. Fashion & textiles fair I went to in Speke today was pretty boring, but had to cover it for Fashion report, so got some photos of fox furs, sailor hats, etc.