I'm so fucking disturbed. But onto what's actually new in the world - no actually there is a reason today, actaully there's many reasons but mainly, I'm disturbed because my beautiful husband has butchered his hair off! In an act of cruelty not seen since someone advised Jordan she had a good voice and should enter the eurovision song contest, he has chopped the whole lot off and I'm not sure if I love him anymore. He looks bloody awful. And I can say that because we have been married for over 2 years now and I'm sure he doesn't fancy me anymore either. Ville - what have you done?! Sob.

Last night I went to see S drum for the lovely RW and it was fab - very emotional. Although, the lovely RW has a really disturbing beard - what's up with these usually beautiful men? Why are they trying to repel me?

This week I thought someone was dead, I had this really strong feeling. Then it turned out they weren't, which was obviously good, I just wish I hadn't posted the obituary in the paper and started the funeral arrangements. A bit embarrassing but what can you do? When you're supposedly psychic (copyright some druid dude to me, at a psychic fayre in 1996) you have to trust your instincts. Turns out my instincts are drowning under my disaster mentality and insecurity about being left by everyone at anytime.

S and I have loads of weddings booked for this summer - I was fully expecting to be sacked when i told the owner of my shop how many weekends I couldn't work but I guess she must like me or something cos she didn't seem to mind. It's always surprising when you realise that people may actually want you around.

I am having acupuncture treatment at the moment to try and fix all my many ailments. At my last session my acupuncturist told me that I had a broken heart and that something called my heart protector meridian was closed so tightly around my heart that nothing good could get in. She asked me why I thought this might be, I bet she regretted asking when I proceeded to sob like a fool for the rest of the hour. She may or may not have stuck needles in me, I don't remember. I do remember her saying that if my heart was fixed and my protector thingy opened then I would be able to be loved again (again?) I love how everything is always my fault - like there is a massive queue of people outside my house all desperately in love with me but I won't open the door or something. Believe me, there is nothing outside my house apart from my car, and next door's cat searching for mice in the hedge. It's not like on a film or something where the main character has a secret admirier that is always trying to catch their attention but they just don't notice. Believe me I would notice. It would be like, an event or whatever.

Although all jokes about dying alone aside, I got flowers and chocolate from a man yesterday - ooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo. It was to thank me for some photos I did of him and his songwriter friend. But still - flowers and chocolates from A MAN! I think he's gay. But still CHOCOLATES AND FLOWERS FROM A MAN!!!!!!!!! The flowers are a bit limp and almost dead already but still, CHOC...you get the idea.

I like to think that here at SKC, I am providing an important public service. So with this in mind, here is a lovely song about Llamas! Thanks to Anne for this.

Ok, I'm starting a new thing here on SKC, it's similar to Phill's Publicity Shot of the Week thing he does over at danger! high postage. It's called 'Comedy Band Picture Of The Week', inspired by this band, Operation Winter Mist found in the latest edition of Terrorizer magazine. Actually, this may not become a thing - I may only do this once, but once may be enough - I mean, look at the guy in the helmet! Oh my aching sides. Feel free to suggest a caption, if one occurs to you. 

Phill has got me addicted to internet Scrabble. Well actually, it's not his fault I got addicted, he was just the first person to beat me and it's become an obsession from there, trying to proove to myself I could win! Anyway, all hell broke out in Scrabbleland last night when Phill accused me of cheating on him with Paul. It was hard to deny because Phill had (online) walked in on us playing with each other. I tried to plead with him and say that I was only playing with Paul because Phill didn't always have time for me and that Paul was nothing compared to him but he could tell I was lying because he could read my messages to Paul saying how good his words were. Phill called me a Dirty Scrabble Whore but still decided to stay and watch the rest of our game (the perv). I had no idea Scrabble would be so fraught with emotion. I love it! And I finally won a game last night too, although Paul claims it as because he had a fever and couldn't concentrate. Hmmm, we'll see about that. If you'd like to come and join in the 'fun', then go to the Internet Scrabble Club and download the software. If you want to challenge me to a match my name is mrsvalo (what else?). What I am really waiting for however is for someone to pick the option from one of the drop down menus that states that they can 'finger mrsvalo'. Can hardly wait to see what that entails *grin*.

Anyway, I have to get back to editing photographs of a suicidal woman gazing into a river now but watch this space for exciting news about the Nailbomb Cults coming soon!!

Ok, so I feel bad - there's been someone I haven't thought about for a long time but saw for the first time the other day and fuck, now he's on my mind again, and it's wrong cos as you know - I am married. But heck, what's a vulnerable, emotional type like me supposed to do? I can't help it, so I've given into my demons and here he is in full effect above. *sigh* Enjoy. (btw - at work yesterday Kate and I came up with a having sex with Jared Leto related cure for IBS, let it not be said that we work too hard...)

Other things that have been happening this week -
I became an internet Mrs Robinson without meaning to.
Whilst on a shoot with two singer/songwriters, I risked life and limb for my art by illegally trespassing on a railway line to get that perfect shot, seconds before a train hurtled along the same line.
I got the new Martha Wainwright album - it's fab.
I discovered the best thing to come out of Oxford since that stupid goth guy who was rejected from Pop Idol - they're called Out Of The Blue and they're a male voice choir who sing accapella versions of pop/rock tunes like Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Busted. They rock.
Also I helped Anna with her dissertation on epilepsy nursing even though I did an arts degree and know not what I'm talking about when it comes to medicine - I fear she may fail if she takes my advice but she is v appriciative so I don't like to have to crush her opinion of me as a genius.

Ok, so I haven't done a kitten link in a while and Tracey was reminding me the other day about Mittens the Kitten who can smell your spicey brains so I thought it was about time we had another kitten link. This one is for Bella and Tracey (and anyone else who loves kittens in hats). You guys will love it. Fat Boy Slim - The Joker. I know it's been around for a while but wanted to make sure you'd seen it. The best bit is when the two main kittens fight the bouncer kitten to get into the gig. Enjoy.