The Yuletide circus is here! This is a collection of 4 original festive designs, some of them naughty, all of them nice. Featuring a cure for carol singers, a rescue fox and a Victorian Carousel, each card is hand made by my good self and comes with it’s own square envelope 144 x 144mm blank inside.
“Laurence, Angela likes Demis Roussos. Tony likes Demis Roussos, I like Demis Roussos, and Sue would like to hear Demis Roussos: so please, d’you think we could have Demis Roussos on?”
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It’s that time of year again! This is the perfect Xmas party playlist, featuring Nat King Cole, Julie London and Burt Bacharach as you’ve never heard them before. Possibly the most politically incorrect holiday music ever made, uploaded with full permission from The Found Sound Orchestra.
Imagine if the cover of Kate Bush’s new DVD looked like this! It’s only unofficial fan art, but I’ve tried to capture the excitement of going to see the live show back in September. This is a celebration of the hugely emotional performance which made the dreams and nightmares of The Ninth Wave and A Sky of Honey into an epic reality. For three hours in Hammersmith, we perched on the edge of our seats like electrified meerkats, afraid to miss one second of Kate being shipwrecked, tried as a witch, drowned and then fired through an impossible sunset into space. Until the official live DVD, we can at least fantasise about that the cover might look like, which is available as a limited edition fine art print, http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Kate-Bush-Print-/221574377836?hash=item3396dcb16c&clk_rvr_id=712381339995
Who knows the full story behind the death of Robin Williams? While the world speculates about suicide and depression, the only good to come out of such a terrible loss is the increased awareness of The Invisible Illness.
The chemical imbalance in the brain that leads people to give up on everything they should hold dear. You can’t point to it, you don’t come out in a rash or turn purple, which makes it so hard to treat. Depression tells you that nothing is worth it, and you believe it because that voice comes from within. It’s this fundamental misfire which holds so many people back from asking for help. Asking for help involves admitting you have a problem, and so the door of stigma opens: other people’s attitudes to mental health are the biggest barrier to care and healing.
Everyone needs some kind of support, depressed or not. But the most difficult thing to accept is that someone has decided they want to stop living – that the pain of living with The Invisible Illness has become unbearable. To find that someone might be unreachable and that the best thing for them is to let them go is almost impossible to comprehend.
To say that suicide is ‘selfish’ is to deny the presence of a corrosive condition that often erodes the self.
‘Tears of a clown’ is a strange cliche, but until the truth emerges, I want to remember the joy that Robin Williams brought me as a child watching Mork and Mindy after school. A legacy of happiness.