…here’s the thing. I have some awesomely cool friends. I’m hanging out with some of the guys at Marciac Jazz Festival. As a former organiser and programmer, I feel like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. Really. Look at this venue. Look at the line-up, look at the list of sponsors. It’s a dream come […]
A piece of my heart just died. Attracted by the beautiful, peaceful face of Buddha resting on the reception desk, and the wonderful smell of essential oils wafting out of the open door, (and a desperate need for a professional massage to loosen up my traps), I popped in the new spa, between my place […]
won…….. I accept that I am short and have curves and am never going to look like a human praying mantis, say for example; Alexa Chung, Mary Porteris. It’s all the rage these days. I accept that I am single, so I am enjoying my freedom travelling around Europe this summer, following the music, visiting […]
“If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.” So I wonder what exactly it is that my subconscious is trying to tell me this week, or which is being translated and from where, with it’s string of bizarre and seemingly unrelated dream topics. In a previous post, I […]
…..and not the movie. Recollections are just surfacing of the super weird dream, I had in the nondescript place that hovers between sleep and consciousness, in those moments before waking. I was getting married, (in itself, bizarre but stick with me people), it was on the down low and it was in my home town […]
Be happy. That is all.
OK people, it’s about time this PANK pulled herself the Hell together, and dragged her crush-addled head right out of her arse……. All-consuming crush, on unrealistic target has distracted me long enough to interfere with my otherwise tidy and uncomplicated life (read; brain). Having today realised I may have f*cked up some travel plans, I’m […]
I’ve said it before, but I will say it again. I’m a lucky woman. For a start, I’m writing this from the beach. Which is 15 minutes from my place. Enjoying the hazy sun and a balmy breeze. (It’s the little things.) But most importantly for me, I have infinite freedom. I’ve learnt that the […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 