I put some photos of the Disney Princess Crayons up on Flickr. Scary, stumpy things. Damian's comment; so, do you have candy-coloured trackmarks up and down your arm now? *sigh* No, I don't. I was just posing... Monday, you know. School night. Not the best time to be shooting up princesses. Flickr opted to have a "massage" half-way through the upload, aptly enough while I was relabelling the Sleeping Beauty shot ... I noticed later that the only Princess I left out was Snow White. I'd like to say it was because "Shooting up Snow" sounded far too cliched, but actually it was because all the Snow Whites were red, and didn't show up against my very red jumper.
I was going to post it across to color_theory but it currently seems to be in moderation by mob mode, and I fear misinterpretation of my irony and victimisation by Disney-supporting anti-drugs campaigners. Not so much for the damage they can do me, but because at the moment, any attack or neglect, current, recent, imagined or historical, comes accompanied with a regretful nod, and the thought, "yeah, I probably deserved that".
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I didn't really want to be going on about school, but... it isn't really turning out that way.
1. What year was it? 1988-1989
2. What were your three favourite bands?
I didn't listen to music much. I did spend masses of time in the music school, though, playing complicated exercises on my flute. I wasn't very good at it.
3. What was your favourite outfit?
Black trousers, black t-shirt, banana yellow jacket. Nick: "You stay in all day and come out in the evening looking like a sun-burned banana."
4. What was up with your hair?
It was long and uncomfortable. I hated it, but I hated hairdressers more. We weren't allowed to cut or colour our own hair.
5. Who were your best friends?
Nick, I suppose. Andrea, my room-mate. Bloody Tim. I'm not friends with any of them now, why would I be?
6. What did you do after school?
Boarding school. Like, there was no after ... oh, but if you mean after lessons ... read comics, on my own. Read books, on my own. Go for long walks, on my own (against rules), which I would sometimes combine with reading books or comics. Go to the music room, on my own (or sometimes the art school, though that had problems). I would sometimes talk and drink with friends.
7. Did you take the bus? Yes, weekly, to Seaton for my community service. I read Deadline on the bus.
8. Who did you have a crush on?
My roommate, and what a pointless exercise that was.
9. Did you fight with your parents?
No. I'd already had the two arguments that actually mattered several years earlier. Instead I planned for what would later be my successful escape strategy.
10. Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?
Jason Connery, David Bowie, Annie Lennox, and a supermodel whose name now escapes me.
11. Did you smoke cigarettes?
No, I'd already got that over and done with when I was 14.
12. Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?
Umm, yes, I think -- I tried to carry everything I would need with me to avoid having to interact with other people socially.
13. Did you have a 'clique'?
No. Tim and Ed and I drank together, and Andrea and Becca and I drank together, and Sam and Mickie and I drank together, and Nick and I played cards and read together, but that was because they felt I was tolerable company, not because it was a clique. For similar reasons, I was friends with two teachers, we talked about books, plays and poetry together.
14. Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly and Slater?
This is some sort of regular hangout, right? Yes, we used to hang out and get pissed by a field, on the edge of a cliff, just outside school bounds. It was a hell of a drop. And there was a school bar, but everyone hated it.
15. Admit it, were you popular?
Popular? No. But I was notorious and that was good enough for me.
16. Who did you want to be just like?
John Constantine. Zenith. Illya Kuryakin. Anyone in an Iain Banks novel. And a few very specific people from Angela Carter short stories.
17. What did you want to be when you grew up?
18. Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?
Now I feel cleansed.