Trash the Dress

I met with my wedding photographer on Saturday and he was mentioning to me, a craze that is huge in New York right now called, 'Trash the Dress'. The idea behind it is that upon the bride's return from her honeymoon, she puts her dress back on and goes to a place where a wedding dress should never go...

He showed me images of former brides in the sea in their gowns, leaning against graffitied walls in Leeds and in the ruins of a castle - what an awesome idea!!!

He said that he'd love to work with me after the wedding and that I should give it some thought about a venue that would reflect my personality. I can see it now; me amidst a crowd at a rock show, devils horns surrounding me. Or, me crowd surfing in an oh-so-delicate pose as a hundred sweaty hands push me towards Mecca (or 'the stage' as some call it).

Failing that, I'm thinking: me in my gown trashing the shit out of a guitar (not my one obviously, I love 'Lola' far too much for that).

Any ideas for a 'Trash the Dress' venue for a bipolar rock chick people???

"Too hot to handle and ready to rock..."

Last night was another night to remember. After queuing at the wrong 'Academy' in Birmingham, I realised I was in fact on the wrong side of the City Centre! I shouldn't be surprised, we all remember what happened on 'The Road Trip from Hell...' (see November 08 post)

Black Stone Cherry played their little Kentucky ass' off and were just as good as the last time I saw them. Last time I met them, my camera died just as I was about to have my picture taken with them, so I was determined to succeed on my mission this time.

As the band headed out for signing, they got mobbed. And I mean mobbed! There were hundreds of people pushing and shoving and whilst I love the boys, my claustrophobic, bipolar mind screamed, "Fuck this" - so I stood to the side and observed from afar. Imagine my delight when their frontman, Chris Robertson, needed the bathroom and ducked out of the signing to visit the boys room. My 'Groupie Radar' was on top-form and I managed to grab him on his way back before anyone had even noticed he was there, RESULT!!!

The expense that is Bipolar...

Okay, so here I am about to let you into a side of my life that has previously been kept private. As you will know, I am pretty upbeat about my illness and often see it as a blessing. However, there is one aspect that is the thorn in my side. Pregnancy. As a bipolar woman who suffers from ultra-rapid cycling bipolar disorder, the chance of me coming off my medication and staying well is near to impossible. To fall pregnant whilst medicated carries high risks of deformities and even still birth. Even if I were to come off my meds (which have been likened to heroin in terms of addictiveness), stay well, hold down my teaching job and fall pregnant - childbirth itself carries some serious implications for a bipolar woman. I have been informed by numerous professionals that child birth would put me at a ridiculously high risk of not only post-natal depression but also may induce a state of psychosis.

The answer? = a surrogate

The eggs will be mine, the sperm will be 'The Boys' it will merely develop in the womb of another. The laws in the UK make finding a surrogate much trickier than it would be in say, the states or Canada but this is our only safe option. Also, in the UK the surrogate has to choose the couple, not the other way around! Adoption is not an option for someone with 'existing mental health problems'. And so, it's time to find £25,000.

Let the journey begin...

Let the good times roll...

So yesterday was my Birthday and I decided that as my cousin from Toronto is over visiting, we would do something fun on my actual Birthday in addition to the usual weekend antics. We headed up north to Leeds to see Heaven's Basement support BuckCherry at The Cockpit. What a night! As always Heaven's Basement brought the house down! These guys are gonna be huge - and when they are, remember you heard it here first.

I would love to comment on the BuckCherry show but I missed the show entirely! We were too busy partying with the boys from Heaven's Basement...

Waltzing with Mania...

The seductress is here once more, enticing me with her addictive scent. Her magnestism too strong to resist as I sink to the lowest depths of euphoria. My mind races as concepts race at the speed of light. My words are inappropriate, my laugh brash but I am unable to stop. For she has me in her hold. And so we dance...