Make, Do and Mend with all your favourite stars.

Celebrity "Guess Who?" rocks my world...

1. Take one game of "Guess Who?" - available in Prestwick airport apparently.
2. Play game until even the hilarious new rules bore you.
3. Of a boring Sunday afternoon, cut out pictures of your favourite celebrities, three of each celebrity (one for the blue board, one for the red board and one for the cards).
4. Cut two of each to size so that they will fit into the flip up cases that previously held "Guess Who?" favourites like Phillippe and Anne (the ultimate).
5. Insert famous faces into slots replacing former "Guess Who?" characters.
6. Take a deck of playing cards and stick the remaining celebrities onto the required number of cards (depending on whether you have travel "Guess Who?" or the full version, which is larger.)
7. Play.
8. Laugh.
9. Shout at people who think Joey from Friends would have a poodle or Avril Lavigne, while on holiday in France, would eat snails instead of a hamburger... no.

Pacheen.

Is a fire growing out of a jar that has just been de-lidded. The jar is melting and the fire is spreading with intesity and purpose. A friendly fire. I like to watch the shapes and colours changing, I like to feel the warmth the fire wraps me in.
I spilt on the fire and doused a bit, I didn't think.

Spilly gilly apologises.

Today it has gone sunny and warm again.

This morning I saw a man cycling to work in leather trousers.

That just can't have been fun.

The inbetween-us is heavy and rich with ingredients. I breathe it in deeply, pulling in the inbetween-us like the first half of a sigh; gradually but with the force I use when I want every little bit. I exhale and the inbetween-us gets richer, swirling and changing its face.
The inbetween-us spreads out into the dark sky, gets thinner and eventually disappears. A new inbetween-us is born thick, rich and sweet-smelling.
The inbetween-us curls and licks up, meanders its way to the crest of my forehead, glazes my eyes over and bear hugs my lungs. I let it out, contributing my small part to the inbetween us.
The inbetween us sits between us. It sags with each breath out. It's delicious and thick, simmering and stirring calmly.
Pieces are taken from the inbetween-us. I shape bits in my hands just before the inbetween-us is washed empty by the air around it and disappears completely. Even now (when was the last inbetween-us?!) those pieces spin around me. Like the planets they are infinite, eternal and full of stories.