Tails from the Bark Side

Day 10: A photo of you taken over ten years ago.



My two best friends and I at our school prom, 1998.

Day 11: Your favourite photo this year.



So, SO many. This year's been brilliant. But I love this one of Dhanie's thinky-face, at Stevie's christening in March.

Day 12: Your favourite website this year.
sherlockbbc_fic. Pure fun. I love the hell out of those guys and I've wasted SO many days hours there, laughing my head off.

Day 13: Your Christmas list.
Silly doggy stuff, mostly.

Next door's electric has gone off! The wind is crazy. My lights were flickering. How exciting.

When you read this, you're tagged. Take a picture of yourself in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your flist the real you!



Here we have the Gemsy in its natural habitat, hair un-floofed, reclining in the bedroom and shopping for pretty ballet leotards working very hard on an end-of-course assessment.

(Seriously though, while I did put off starting work on this until late this afternoon by shopping, walking dogs and going to the bank, I am getting there. I think I'm going to compare sacred spaces of religious importance with those of leisure importance. Watching the DVD about Glastonbury again, I noted a Father talking about a pilgrimage to Glastonbury Abbey being about 'getting away from your human life', and that reminded me of the crap I'd read about Aristotle and shit in that other chapter innit? So, I think I now have the vague bones of a discussion. I just need to get it refined, and translate the notes from my book that say things like, 'Oh, so I could compare the Aristotle/Epicurus contrast with the 'rational recreation' crap them posh-ass Victorians banged on about' into some form of proper writing. Aaargh I shoulda done this A MONTH AGO. I'm going to take a break to rest my poor hard-working hands, to breathe a little bit and to eat the special vegetable lasagne Anna has concocted for me. I'm being spoilt again!)