Tuesday, 23 October 2012

A Small Bit Of News

Ah, hello there fair and gentle reader.  Its been a while hasn't it.

I am performing at the moment, in my theatre group's production of We Found Love And An Exquisite Set Of Porcelain Figurines Aboard The SS Farndale Avenue.  Yes that's really what its called, and after an INTENSIVE rehearsal period, our first night in front of a live audience comes round tomorrow. 

I know my lines, I've stock-piled Pepsi Max and chocolate, and I am ready to roll.

It is also nearly November, and as some will know, the month of writing dangerously.  Yes, it is almost Nanowrimo time, and I will be taking part again this year.  And perhaps this will be the year I reach that pesky 50 thousand word goal which keeps eluding me.  I shall (possibly) keep you updated.

I also have the date set for my first tattoo!  I am very excited, even though it isn't until December.  But still, only a month away, I can wait.  And then everyone can marvel at my geekery, as the tattoo will be the four elements tattoo from The Fifth Element that Leeloo has on her wrist.  I originally wanted dots, but the tattoo artist wasn't convinced, so I've settled for lines, lines, wavy lines.


Sunday, 2 September 2012


So right now I'm trying to design an ambigram tattoo.

"What's an ambigram??"  I hear you squeak.

Well, an ambigram is a word that you can read the same way upside down as right way round (perhaps).

Like thisun which appears in Dan Brown's Angels and Demons.  But we shall speak no more of that.  Instead, I shall tell you about my tattoo idea.

So I wanted to get the word Fearless as a tattoo.  But me being me, as you, fair and gentle reader can no doubt envisage, I wanted it to be something more than just a simple word.  So I decided that it should be an ambigram.

And here the real thinking starts.  Because to design a good ambigram can be a difficult task.

After looking around the web, I discovered thanks to Ambigram Magazine (yes, it takes all kinds), a handy litte trick to use when trying to design ambigrams.  Which was to draw multiple straight lines, equally spaced apart, and then to fill in the the upper parts of letters, flip them round, and do the same on the bottom.  Suffice it to say it took me a while before I came up with this.

Yes, its very rough.  But it works!  Yay!

And tonight, I've been working on the F/E and doodling.

Yes they don't have the S parts yet, but my pad is only A4 size and I don't have any sticky tape :p

Don't know when I'll finish it/be happy with it, but when I do, all donations to have it etched on my skin would be gratefully received! ;D

PS All donations towards a camera/scanner would also be gratefully received, and I shall also give you a big wet kiss.

Sunday, 26 August 2012


I don't know what to write.

I'm looking at my hands and thinking, "Are they mine?"  Bite a finger and I feel the pain, but is it mine?

My mind is blank, and I'm not sure I'm here. 

I de-stringed a guitar tonight, stripped it of its reason and its voice.  I feel a little like that today.  Stringless, without reason or voice.  Without purpose.

But all this is bullshit anyway.  I'm using senseless words, speaking them into an information hurricane that snatches them away and scatters them across the space between stars.  And the wind laughs at me.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Gay Is Okay Dammit!

Having just read this unbelievable piece on Pink News, I feel there are some points I would like to address.

My mother is Catholic, and was married in a Catholic church.  I was raised Catholic.  I was baptised, and spent my early years going to church every Sunday with my mother, my aunts and my grandparents.  Later I received my First Holy Communion, served at the altar, and Confirmed my faith at 16. 

I was also raised around gay people.  My mother was and still is an active member of several amateur dramatic societies, which included a fair number of gay men who were all treated with love and respect by my mother, and the other heterosexual members of the groups she belonged to.

One of my aunts is gay.  My partner and I have gay friends. 

Not once while growing up was I told that it was wrong to be gay.  I was never told it was unnatural, a sin against God.  My Catholic mother taught me, by how she interacted with homosexual people, that it was okay to be gay.

And then I went to a Catholic Secondary School.  And you would not believe the hate and violence that choked up its rooms and corridors, the sick games, the bullying and intimidation, the gang crime, and the affairs that teachers had with their students.  All under a Catholic roof.

So, fair and gentle reader, you may not find it so unbelievable that a Catholic school has more hate to preach, that it uses its pupils as soldiers in the fight against "sin".

In this day and age, I find it unbelievable.  And absurd.

I find it absurd that people refuse to listen to fact.  Pope Benedict, listen up.

Homosexuality is natural.  Same sex relationships have been observed in other species apart from humans, so clearly, it is present in nature.  Which is what is meant by natural. 

And what is unnatural?  What is not present in nature.  Celibacy for one.  Paedophilia for another.

I find it horrendous that the leaders of this bloated evil church condemn homosexuality, yet allow paedophile priests to roam freely, all the while hushing it up beneath their robes of office. 

And I find it disgusting that a message of hate is being preached by a religion founded on love and tolerance.  At least that is what I was brought up to believe.  That we are all loved regardless of what we do, who we are, and who we love.

When a group of people is chastised for being different, is that morally right?  No, but from what I have learned throughout my years, the Catholic Church has been less about morality, equality and love, then about power and corruption. 

"Because the Bible says," is not a valid argument for Christianity to use.  It is just a book, written hundreds of years ago and severely outdated.  It advocates slavery and sexism, and those are morally repugnant because they restrict the rights of a certain group of people based on an arbitrary difference.

And when you use children, when you teach them to hate, to fear and to refuse another their basic human rights, based on something about them that you don't like, then you are evil, and must be stopped.

I am glad that my mother is a tolerant and loving Catholic, and that for my early life she raised me as such.  Never in a million years would I want to say to someone "You can't have what I have because you're different".

That is so unCatholic. 

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Things To Do

Write every day.
Draw every day.
Sing every day.
Play every day.
Laugh every day.
Think every day.
Love every day.
Dream every day.
Create every day.

That is all.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Give Me A Job Mr Cameron

An open letter to the Prime Minister.

Dear Mr Cameron,

You do not know me, and why should you, since we move in completely different social circles. 

I am a 27 year old women looking for a job.  I have good GCSEs and ALevels, and have been working since I was 19.  For the past year I have been searching for jobs, attending interviews, and have been turned down by all employers except one, Argos.  At first I was pleased, thinking that I would be working at least 20 hours a week in no time, being promised that the hours would be available.  That was September. 

It is now March, and except for December, I have been kept at my starting contracted hours.  3 a week, at just over £6 an hour.  A quarter of my income goes on trainfare to get to where I work.  I asked my manager a while ago what the chance of working 20 hours a week would be.  He laughed at me Mr Cameron, laughed, and said that I have to prove my reliability before he would consider giving me more hours.

This is not a unique situation in my store.  Only the managers, team leaders, and other essential staff are full time or close.  Most of my fellow colleagues are in the same situation.

A few weeks ago I received some news about a possible vacancy at an after school club.  I have worked with children before, and so I made contact with the club, leaving a message that included my number and email address.  After a number of days I contacted the club again, and was told that my information had been passed to the manager.  A week on, and I had not been contacted, so I contacted the club again, and got the manager's email address.  Three emails and a large number of days later, I received an email saying that the position had been filled, but to go ahead and fill out an application form, as the present employee was on probation.

Mr Cameron, I ask you, how are we to find adequate work in this day and age?  You say to us that it is time to get back to work, but where are the jobs?

I have an idea.  This idea is to put on my most professional looking outfit, use half my income to buy a train ticket, and travel to London to park myself as close to Downing Street as I can get.  There I will stay, and everytime you pass by, I will attempt to hand you my CV, in the vain hope that there is a position I can apply for.  And if I succeed, then I shall be there every day to tell you just what the fuck is wrong with England today, since you do not seem to notice.  After all, the London riots failed to catch your attention.  Perhaps something a little closer to home is called for.

Yours sincerely
Leonie Frendo

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

How Resolute Can I Be This Year?

A New Year's Resolutions list is like a piece of toilet paper.  Does the job at the time, makes you laugh if its one of those gag rolls you get in your stocking at Christmas, but is soon flushed down the loo.

No matter one's good intentions, a list of resolutions without discipline to impliment them is useless, as many years of making and breaking these lists has shown me.

This year, I wanted to do something different.  I thought of making a comedy resolutions list, but could only come up with "Eat like a Hobbit".  And there ended my inspiration railroad. 

I then realised that I really did want to make a resolution this year, a proper one. 

Be more disciplined. 

This year, I shall be more disciplined.