If you could peruse these size listings and find the best that's for you -

Sizes S M L XL XXL XXXL
Chest To Fit (Inches) 36 38-40 42 44 46-48 50-52
Actual Chest (CM) 96 104 112 120 126 142
Actual Length (Inches) 27.5 28 29 30 30.5 31.5
Actual Length (CM) 70 71 74.5 76 77 80

And then pick from these colours -



That would be great. I've found somewhere for wholesale shirts now that I'm ready to print up and such, so I need to buy. ASAP plox! Thank you :)

What have I been doing? Work, working, working, stress and being far too low. That's about all. I've viewed a great deal of universities and I can safely say I am obsessed with Camberwell, and it is where I want to go, absolutely.

Additionally, I think I've finally left the world of competitive synchronised swimming. Far too early yet far too late. It's been an issue that's certainly left me feeling somewhat bereft and tender, but after another wasted year of sacrificing weekends to rush home early for training, my mother missing out on precious time spent with her husband, stress, worry, disappointment, it all came to an abrupt end at a competition in Glasgow. I can happily say at least the shameful performance was the last of the evening and most people had gone home. I gave it my all. I've given my all this whole year, but it doesn't detract from the fact that nobody else cares and I can't believe I've wasted my time on them. So I decided that night that I would no longer swim that team, and mum decided she would no longer coach it, and we are pulling out of every remaining competition we've entered. A shameful, disappointing end to my swimming career. I can only wish that I had chosen to end it all last year.

Things that have been making me feel better; Cardiacs, Charles, Everything Everything.

I went to go see Everything Everything on friday night and I can honestly say I was just blown away. I knew that on record they are brilliant (very neat pop tunes with some of the best lyrics I've heard in new music recently, but also an enormous scope for range within their songs, sadly not made quite so aparrent by their singles but certainly by bsides) - admittedly not for everyone as not everyone can handle quite so much falsetto, but I had no idea that they would be quite such accomplished showmen. Jonathan's voice is amazing and soars and dips with the greatest of ease. I was nearly moved to tears on some of the slower, gentler pieces like Tin and Nasa Is On Your Side, some of the most visual pieces of music I've heard recently. I'm in love, frankly.

It was wonderful to talk to them afterwards. I expressed an interest to have a chat and pick their brains and take photos and such, so we sat backstage with them for an extended period of time. They're funny, considerate, intelligent and kind people - after all, giving Rowan (whom they remembered by name and spoke very kindly of) a piece of free vinyl a few nights before shows. It was lovely to talk about their music and lyrics though and they thanked me for not asking boring questions, which was relieving. It seems as though they're certainly on an understandable plane in that sense; everything Jonathan said about writing lyrics seemed to chime with my method of drawing and appreciation of art, so I couldn't help but show them what an impression some of their words had made on recent artwork. What was lovely was that what is baffling to some other people viewing my work was instantly readable to them and they were impressed, so much so that Temple said outright that they would give me money for my work when it comes round to putting out new records and such, which of course, an honour. I took some photographs of them posing with umbrellas and I can't wait to process them.

That's all really. Back to work, now, and counting the days till thursday.

So I've spent two weeks in dedication to Cardiacs. In that time, Rowan bought a 7" of theirs off e-bay and Charles, Rowan and I had a brief afternoon where we considered bidding on their album Sing to God which is £70 on Amazon, haha, but we decided it was better if we waited, and when I told Bryan that my favourite band were the Cardiacs, he said that there was an old chap down a pub he goes to in Emsworth that wears a black shirt with that word on, and in his words 'a cute little stick man and a drawing of a house, right?'. Anyway. That's that.

My time keeping has become utterly apalling. I've been late three times and today failed to attend college altogether because I didn't wake up on time. It's embarassing. Every night that I work late or such just completely throws me off. It's a little difficult so far, wriggling into the routine, and I can't say that continually waking up late and having small dramas particularly help. My bike hates me. I've had three punctures in four days, one of which on my bike ride to Chichester with Xan and Owen (see my facebook for brief but nice videos of the afternoon) which was a little disruptive, but didn't affect the overall loveliness of the day. That whole day was rather special, actually, rather special indeed. I made some new very good friends in the evening when I went out with Bryan and his friends. (If you're wondering who this elusive chap is, I met him outside the Registry pub while I was working, and he is lovely, has sweet eyes and an asymetrical haircut and wears winkle pickers and paisley scarves). All spectacular.

I want to start making things I think are actually good on my foundation course, because I haven't yet, much to my chagrin. While I understand that the majority of what we're doing are just nice little workshops to get juices flowing etc, I want to actually do something magnificent. I don't think I ever have yet. Also, Tom Vain's mispelled updates about his Twin Peaks viewing is making me want to see it again so badly it hurts. Who here has seen it? Who here thinks it's the greatest thing committed to television ever?

And talking of Tom Vain, I had a nice chat with him on facebook messenger the other night. Sweet. That means we're boyfriends now. Can you catch Hep B by holding hands?

Today I discovered a piece of information fed to the internet quite a long time ago (two months) but sadly, I did not see it. It concerned the health and welfare the musician Tim Smith of my favourite band in the whole wide world, the Cardiacs, who as people that I may talk to about it may know, suffered (ironically) a cardiac arrest a year ago, and us fans have since been in the dark as to how he is recovering or what he is going through. That is, of course, until that piece of news.

Naturally I find myself almost incapable of describing the effect that this news and the knowledge of Tim Smith's current state has had upon me. Before, I used to mostly just bemoan the fact that the Cardiacs were what I believed to be unrecognised genius - and that word is hurled around to describe just about anything, but in this sense I recognise it as full, bonafide genius - alongside that of the poets and the classical composers that Tim Smith so clearly rubs shoulders with in terms of his lyrical elegance and melodic talent. They have spanned so many years and produced so much, living through turbulent times in the country that haven't seemed to infringe on their spirit one jot - in fact, I feel, just made it sturdier and beastlier. But in recent reckoning, it's become so much more than that. The Cardiacs are really Tim Smith and has always just been Tim Smith, the captain at the helm of their big ship as it creaks down the brook of obscurity and cult popularism. Therefore my feelings and love have shifted towards him, this distant, unreachable madman who has seemed more a figment of imagination than a rockstar like all the others that I love.

I've come to care for the fantasy and the whole illuminated world of Tim Smith like one would love the universe conjured by a children's storyteller. The Cardiacs can never just be a band, to me. They are a whole folklore, artists painting their pictures with music as the oil and essential English eccentricities as the brush, forever consistent in their bafflement and bedazzlement. The knowledge that Timmy Smith - the beacon for staying young, beautiful and insane as long as, forgive the phrase, the heart beats - can no longer weild the brush nor daub the paint anymore due to his health is like a hole in my chest. It honestly makes me feel awful to think that someone suspended in a world like that should have to come tumbling back down to reality and suffer and not be able to do what made them so free in the first place.

While a band like Belle and Sebastian cast their soft palms for me to clasp as I grew into myself, aged sixteen or so, Cardiacs have nestled in my breast and become the ideal for so many ideals of life. I feel that sort of feeling their music and world gives me as comforting as I feel love or the urge to create. The images they scrawl behind my eyelids and implant in my mind are as important to me as so many other things that people seem to retain from childhood or family. I've often joked that if I had to raise a child, I'd make sure Cardiacs were there from the start and I think that is how it has happened for others, judging from their lovely range of children's t-shirts. This may all seem hyperbolic but it's true - I think it's perfectly possible for music and the love for those that make it to do this. I think this is the sort of feelings all musicians should wish to evoke. All I can do is hope and hope and wish fate deals no further cruel hands for poor Tim Smith, and he gets to live out that glimmer of anticipation he speaks of. because us Cardiacs fans, as few as we are, need him and indeed the world - because what is the world without its geniuses?

Okay, so this really is obscene. There is absolutely no need to not post for so long other than complete laziness - it's not even as if nothing's happened in my life, I am just lazy. There are two significant weekends that I feel that Rowan described so much better than I could, now, given how much time has passed -

Offset Festival, for one, which was one of the best weekends I've ever had

Connan Mockasin, we are THE PHYSICS and sleeping poorly with Ross and Rowan

I have had to think more and more about university lately. We're booking open days left right and centre and yes, although I had a bit of a breakdown in confidence and decided that I'm rubbish, I won't be able to get in anywhere, everywhere was too talented for me, I think I have started to get over that now, observing other student's work and such on websites; it all suddenly felt within reach. That can only be a good thing. Location-wise, I'm leaning more and more towards London, but I recognise I'm really going to need a full time job to save up a little more for making something like that viable...

In the meantime, I miss my friends horrendously. I'm starting my Foundation course soon and I'm just crossing fingers, praying that I will meet people that are as fun as... well, something that is fun.

ETA;

I completely forgot. I've been meaning to say this for some time. I know it's a bit early, but it's for a reason -

CHRISTMAS PRESENT REQUEST THREAD

This year, I've decided that I'm doing that anyone that requests one a unique, hand drawn and hand printed band shirt of their request. These shirts will be just like any shirt you'd expect to buy from a shop, just as much washing life in them etc, screen printed using high quality materials etc. I'm asking this early so I can get them done over the next few months and out to you on time.

All I need to know is -

- if you want one
- what band/thing you would like the shirt to feature
- anything specific you'd like included in the design
- colour/size of shirt (UK girls if you can, I'm looking for wholesale shirts)
- colours (up to two) to feature in the print.

Leave this in a comment and I'd be grateful.

I don't know why I haven't updated in so long but really, there's not much to say or do. I'm aching to go back to college; my confidence in my skills has been entirely renewed by four A's at A level. Grades I did not expect one bit, but now that the week is passing, I'm slowly warming to the idea. Haha. I'm really very focused and intensely enthused by the idea of university. I got so excited just going into Denby, the chinaware shop, just because I remembered how much fun it is to shop and cook for yourself.

I'm looking to buy a corset, a proper one, when I next get paid.

I'm achingly excited for Offset festival. It is quite literally the best thing I could be going to at this period in time - bar maybe Late of the Pier it genuinely has every one of my favourite bands playing, and it's going to be a struggle to see everything I want to. Just so many beautiful things and music pouring out in every direction! My first weekend festival, however - anyone got any tips for doin' it right, saving money etc?

I'm super proud and happy to announce the majestic scumalloverme is now open for business. We've made it shiny and silly and posted everything we've made so far for them which is a surprising amount.

I am deeply enthused by a band called Everything Everything currently. Interesting and complex choons that range from big, loud pop, to delicate, atmospheric pieces of music, all while managing to sound like Battles with their balls in a clamp. Very exciting; I'm looking to see them about three times from September through October. Nice!

Clasp your beloved dictionary and turn to the definition of Divine. I'm fairly sure it will refer to two weeks spanning from August 1st - 15th 2009 in the life of Eleanor. Not vastly hyperbolic or exaggerated. I've really been so happy. I'll get round to uploading shots/writing a full account as soon as I remember.

I now have three film cameras. Golly! One awarded to me from Yasmin. Thank you Yasmin! One for £3 from a car boot sale. One given to me from the Parrots, and luckily enough, being the same make as the one I bought from the car boot sale so the lenses are interchangable without duct tape and brackets, haha. Being paid means that I can buy frivolities and nice film. I don't expect anything wonderful but it's fun to experiment; I hope to include a vast amount of the photos I take in the Summer Project book I'm doing for Foundation course. I imagine having some film cameras and my beloved D40 will be ever so useful once I get back to work. I'm actually quite excited.

Ross wrote two pages of THE STORY and it excited me, and then we realised that before we advanced it was better that we were separate due to the style in which THE STORY is being written. D'oh!

Here are some statements.

- I'm not excited for my A-level results.

- The haircut I have is the best haircut I have ever had.

- I get the internet again on Wednesday.

- Add N to (X) are becoming one of my favourite bands.

- We're getting some amazing O2 family tariff that means I'll never spend a penny on my phone again.

- Humbug by Arctic Monkeys is really quite lovely.

I'm going to go and eat now; for the last few hours mum has been trawling Flickr and discovering wonderful things as she does, and we found an account with a candid photo of Callum in it.

All of my time the past few days has been spent thinking about or writing or planning a somewhat huge story with Ross. It's bringing me a great deal of happiness and inspiration and it's lovely to feel that something that is of your own (and Ross') creation seems really... as though it could happen. It feels too good to waste.

My grandpa told me an amazing story earlier. He truly is one of the greatest people I know and I long to be so much closer than I am to him, and I don't know how to do it.

Anyway. As it frequently does, it started with Facebook; he had reconnected with a student of his that he had very strong ties with. She lives now in America and sought him out after seeing Dead Poet's Society - something that in itself made me feel very emotional, because knowing that my grandfather has had that impact on people has always moved me and inspired me. Anyway; their correspondance had led to the explanation of her current situation. After years of abusive relationships, poor jobs and no real inspiration, she decided to start again, move, start a course in psychiatry. Grandpa explained that she was a wonderful student and it upset him to see that she hadn't quite grasped the success and easy life she so deserved. And again; another dastardly boyfriend had left her in debt and destitute, and we both agreed that it was a tragic story, especially as she now had no money to complete her course and would have to start again, dissatisfied, alone.

He finished his story by very softly telling me that it didn't matter. There was a cheque in the post to her now with enough money to pay for the rest of her course. We were in John Lewis when he told me this, and I had to take the opportunity of Mum's reapproaching Grandpa to talk to him to run away and sit amongst the rugs and cry. I love him so much.

I'm excited for Sammyland festival. It only really hit home today that Yasmin and Rowan are going to be in my house. I'm so happy...

I've also been keeping a list of my favourite songs this year. I'm going to post it officially at the end of the year though, because then it will make a huge big lump and it'll be interesting!

However, my favourite songs so far this year are these. It was going to be five but then I couldn't decide so I made it six instead. In reverse order, sort of.

( Links and Music )

Now, a creative interlude.

These are some photos I took at a Synchro Show we did recently. I figured there are always shots of the performance itself, but not so many of the people getting ready. So this series is called 'Preparation'.

( Photos )

The past few days were actually among the best this year, too. I love Ross very, very, very much and very dearly and every second with her is pretty much amazing. I could only wish that it didn't really finish... I can't wait for next week.

I haven't got the internet yet, but I might next week. To be honest I don't think it's been as terrible as I thought... After all, I just really miss talking to people but I've had some of the best letters ever sent to me these past few weeks, and that's been more than enough.

And now I'm going to sketch out a new drawing of St. Sebastian.

The best thing about the new house is my window. When it is open, I can lie on my back and the breeze it lets in smells of the sea and of seaweed, or rain, because it did a lot of that yesterday. When it's closed, I can sit cross legged on my bed and look out to sea and everything is happening out there all the time. Last night there were freerunners swinging around lampposts outside my house at half one, I poked my head out and waved. I see a lot of yachts and exactly twelve blinking red and green lights, like a long runway to France. Additionally, even though Ross isn't there, I look out across the Isle of Wight and pretend she is.

The sad thing about the letters I am receiving is that the postman decides to wait a week before giving us any post, so they're all from a long time ago. I do nothing at the moment so I don't have anything to write about unless I'm responding to letters.

No, there's really nothing going on, haha. My money was meant to go into my account yesterday. It didn't. Surprise squared. So I have to go and ask about that. Another trouble I have is that I can't seem to find any confirmation for my Offset Tickets... -- oh wait I just found it. Why did I send it to that address?! How silly of me.

I haven't really done any drawing or photography since I moved but I have done a lot of writing and reading. I am very slowly wading through the reading list that Ross kindly drew up for me. It feels good to read again; I am somewhat ashamed of the fact that I'm very very poorly read, and I have a great deal to catch up on. It's nice, though, seeing as my barely reading for about two years doesn't seem to have hampered my ability to appreciate fine writing and literature. I have just started The Great Gatsby.

I read my friends page and it made me tear up a little bit. Everyone is doing a lot of wonderful things and I'm not here to talk about them with them. I hope everyone is well.

Hah! I knew before I had even got on the internet that this would be today's writer's block. I actually considered how I'd answer it. My favourite Michael Jackson song is actually a Jackson 5 song - does that count? Can You Feel It by the Jackson 5 is genuinely one of my favourite songs ever, let alone by him - it's just quite literally one of the most powerful and moving pieces of pop I've ever heard. It's actually an incredibly important piece of music to me, holding a great deal of beautiful memories and to this day, nothing in that genre quite makes me feel the same. Michael Jackson was a talent that will never be replaced and forgive my cynicism, but I can't help but feel that his legend is now only made complete by his tragically early death.

I'm afraid that I have to take leave of the internet, starting tomorrow, for four weeks. As of yet, there is no phone number other than my mobile, and I think all that would want that probably have it.

In the mean time, however, you can contact me at lnr.rose@hotmail.com, or --

11, Grand Parade
Old Portsmouth
Hants
PO1 2NF

Suffice to say, it's a daunting prospect and I'm sure I'll be at other people's houses all the time in attempt to keep contact up... it's a long time! Let's hope that by my return, I'll have forgetten things like 4chan and everything horrible and never feel the need to return to it again.

Have a wonderful four weeks!

I had a beautiful few days with Ross. Very lazy, I must stress, but a delightful haze of not-much and lying around talking. Additionally, I'm beginning to find myself crippled by hayfever at inopportune moments. What else is there to complain about? Um... Oh, my teeth; my wisdom teeth are digging into my cheeks and it bloody hurts.

I started work last night at Babylon. The name of the pub sounds horrendous; that's because it is. 90s music and cheese abound, but I've had a few enjoyable evenings in there myself, staring at the collage of britpop figures on the walls... However, it's my job to scream at people until they come into the pub. I can already tell why they've hired us; Babylon's just round the corner from the rest of the line of pubs and clubs and I think it probably really loses out on customers just because of its place along Guildhall Walk. I feel sorry for it. Anyway; work is essentially being paid for a night out where you're not drinking. Not really an 'Eleanor' night out, but a normal person night out. I might be able to stick it for a while but I can tell that some days I just will not want to do it. Thankfully it's only twice/three times a week, but who knows... regardless, it's money. Not much, but some.

Primary Colours has become my comfort album. I've been feeling on a real low, recently, the second that I came out of exams and... well, when I left Rowan's house at the start of the month, I suppose. Everything just seems boring and lonely and I just haven't been able to push myself, do anything new, make anything... I've all but given up 365 purely because I can't bring myself to do it. It's depressing and silly, really. I'm ashamed of my lack of drive... but anyway, yes. Primary Colours just helps. I can't explain why but the moment that I feel that shimmering warmth of the first track I can close my eyes and pretend I feel sunlight on them, and everything is okay.

Oh, and an important thing, I suppose. We finally are in posession of the new house and we are moving in shortly. Expect pictures.

The end. Art is over, Graphics, over, History, over. Never again will I have to do papers on sources. Never again will I find myself staring at my paper and wondering whether I really want it.

Monday's exam was frustrating due to two questions on subjects I did not want; I think I may have struggled a B. I can't know. Today's paper is shrouded in similar mystery - with sources so vague and questions so broad, one can only sit and hope it went as well as you'd have liked.

I may as well express my fears regarding my grades, however. Mum has made subtle but heavy remarks on how disappointed she'll be if 'I don't get the grades I want' - and of course, by that, she means three As that she most definitely wants. History... I could get an A in History, depending on those exams, but I've long since given up on achieving full marks in Art and Graphics, boosted only by my application for the pre-degree course at Southdowns in which my interviewer confirmed Bs as my predicted grades for those subjects. I tried - really, I tried this year so those grades are not lack of effort, merely... merely perhaps my stubborness and desperation to try new ideas without carrying them to fruition confidently enough, ticking all boxes. Things that I've been happy to discuss with my graphics and art teachers but not my parents. I can't help but think they wouldn't get it. Anyway; my main worry is what it'll mean for me, considering that my being a year behind meaning that the pre-degree course will cost £750. If I am only getting second-best marks, then why on earth will my parents have any reason to believe that this is worth it - of course, I can't pay for it myself - so therefore, again, I am trapped by not only my own expectations but an additional sense of obligation when really, I don't feel art should be about at all. Thankfully, Rowan reminded me that places that I am interested in attending are not so much concerned with shining A grades as a shining portfolio and personal statements - these are things I really think I could do. So the dream may not be damaged by my second-best success, merely... perhaps I won't be allowed near a computer quite so much.

There was so much more that I had meant to type but I've forgotten. Oh! Yes! Offset festival - I am excited. And a job! I have entered the realm of the employed. Two to three evenings a week, promoting 90s theme bar/club Babylon - not just leafleting, but an all out attack on the party goers in the streets, costumes, screaming, dancing and singing, the lot. My only thought when I got the job, bizarrely, was 'I wonder what impact this will have on my waistline?'. I wish I could explain that. I'm more looking forward to money; however, primary concern is to how willing my workmates will be to move shifts around and such in order for me attending aformentioned Offset festival and my few days in London seeing the Smittens and YACHT.

My last few days; lonely. Rowan and Yasmin at Evolution removed the safety blanket of guaranteed MSN conversation by attending Evolution festival. Despite the majority of the acts cancelling, I should still have loved to have gone. I got quite emotional over some of the photos.

Instead, I didn't sleep from early Tuesday morning through early hours this morning. Funny how these things happen, isn't it? Tuesday and Monday were mostly ruined by my sister's absolutely dreadful behaviour, yet Wednesday was a day for redemption. A really nice day, actually, despite the fact that I hadn't slept a wink and I've never done that before. Starting with an early morning bike ride at about quarter to five, I caught the sunrise and a few nice shots of people wandering around and such, as well as the sun itself. The rest of the day, weatherwise, was absolutely foul and almost put a stopper on my going out last night. Chelsea (canadian swimming coach staying with our club currently; absolutely lovely in every sense) brought one of her friends to our house with Zoe and her mother, and we had a little mediterrainian buffet, followed by a trip to the chinese state circus. I've got to say, the circus was amazing, but I couldn't stop laughing. The ringleader was a very lithe small man dressed like Monkey, mouthing over a pre-recorded commentary. Absolutely hilarious, like the worst dubbed film with additional facial ticks thrown in.

I went to see White Rose Movement, Ulterior and R O M A N C E last night, due to my rediscovery and subsequent love of durgy whiney gothy music (if you could call it music). Funnily enough, I left before White Rose Movement but I can't say I was particularly bothered, having last heard their album in 2006; I was mostly there for the support acts and uh, well, those four nice boys from Salisbury that I met at S.C.U.M.. They were there and as sweet and as nicely dressed as ever - I took quite a shining to the nicest (and the most attractive, ha ha) one out of them and we sat and talked quite a lot. I also succeeded to spill a beer on him. Smooth.

Music wise, I actually really enjoyed R O M A N C E. They are, for all their intimidating looks and styling, absolute sweethearts as I'm finding these younger bands are, more and more. I always try and make an effort to give these bands some feedback and it always seems to be recieved really positively, which is nice. Ulterior were really impressive too, actually, and I had fun during their set, even if the frontman was dressed in a way that made me feel supremely uncomfortable just watching. Leather trousers, basically. That sums it up. So a nice evening out.

And now, if you didn't know, I'm going on holiday to Bromsgrove for an extended stay with Rowan. Metronomy in Birmingham this evening, adventures over the weekend, The Pan I Am on Monday and The Horrors on Tuesday. Unimaginably excited.

So I'll see you around.

I'm not jealous, Scarlett, will you marry me?

I admire my determination to revise the past few days. I admire the fact that that determination has actually produced results. Admittedly, over the years, my good grades have been gained on luck alone. I have never advocated revision or hard work, being the lazy bugger that everybody hates because she does no work and still aces the lot. Oh, apart from when it comes to Art, of course, where I never seem to get top marks due to laziness. I dreamt that I got a D for my exam unit in Art last night and suitably went mad; I'm just spoiled to the point that anything that isn't a sparkling, safe A makes me deeply uncomfortable. I considered this yesterday. It's odd, and I ought to be more grateful when it comes to my luck so far in life - I'm an all rounder with good grades in every field of study, successful in sport (though I'll return to this shortly), yet I consistently pursue the thing I can never quite be best in the class at. It's all about what you care for the most, I suppose.

Now, sport; I am furious. Seeing a girl brag on facebook about her numerous jobs for Aquabatix and her earnings in excess of £2000 alone this year sent me into a real fit of rage. Aquabatix is a company set up by two senior players in how British Synchro is run; it's a company to promote the use of synchronised swimming at various events, music videos, television programs, parties, etc, picking swimmers for clients and packing them off wherever they're needed. Initially, you had to apply, and I did. In fact, I've applied about five times and I know - for a fact - that the majority of the girls that get good, regular jobs have never applied and get in on being favourites. The girl that's earnt two grand doesn't even swim anymore. She gave up three years ago. There are girls at my club that never applied and have half my talent, half my ability and flair and half my experience that go to Iceland for an all-expenses-paid show in which they earn £500.

I think the worst part is knowing that it's just Adele's (one of the women running this) huge unprofessionalism shining through. Her tendancy for favourites and such has carried over and I know she never liked me or thought much of me; ridiculous considering I am about... four or five times national champion, current national figure champion and ex Great Britain swimmer. I'd like to say that well, it's her loss, but then I remember there's so much money in it and I find it's quite definitely mine. I just detest the fact that a talent of mine is going to waste because of this woman's feelings towards me - I've never been rejected or contacted, just ignored. It's the absolute height of rudeness and a blatant lack of professional attitude towards her precious company.

I'm going to e-mail her about it. If I'm ignored, then I'll understand. If I get a response feigning unawareness, but if it gets me jobs, then I won't call bullshit and just go with it. If I get an e-mail back claiming - this is the most likely - that I am simply not a marketable swimmer, than I'll probably moan and cry.

Edit - Additionally, I have an oddly accurate diagram of the Pleiades, in acne, on my chin.

I haven't made an entry or so for a week. I didn't mean to be quite so forgetful but here we go. In reality, though, it was more of a lazy putting-off of duty rather than forgetful. I've taken a great many photos and I'm afraid I just haven't been bothered to process them all.

Firstly, thought, I suppose Johnny Foreigner needed speaking about.

( JoFo + Calories + Copy Haho + Venice Ahoy! 12/05/09 )

So I'm afraid the following days are somewhat a let down after all of that. I can't even remember for myself what happened, mostly due to a ridiculously ferocious head cold that settled in on wednesday and rendered me lazy and useless for the duration. Eurovision was a treat, as ever, and some parts, oddly enough, inspired me in a new artistic pursuit (watch this space).

However, second fat large report.

( Rowan, Charles, Patrick Wolf + Yacht, 17/05/09 - 19/05/09 )