{September 16, 2011}   5 And A Funeral

There’s been a lot going on today. We’ve been trying to work my Freshers calendar around going to Rosie’s ‘funeral’. I say ‘funeral’ instead of funeral because it’s going to be a celebration of her life rather than your typical solemn, religion-focused do. I’d say she wouldn’t want it any other way but then I imagine she’d rather have had the celebrations pre-mortem so she could join in too. Or just not died 🙂 Love her, and have been given the honour of ‘eulogising’ at the ‘funeral’, reading collections of happy memories and reasons why she was awesome, from our acting group.

Besides that it’s life as normal for us. She really was incredible that her death could inspire me (and not in a bad or scary way) and that I could just get on with my life after. They say that really great people are those that, instead of making you feel inadequate in comparison, make you feel great too. Like kids going “I’m gonna be a hero like The Doctor!” rather than “I wish I had HER thighs…”, except probably less stereotyped.

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My bro got a good job today and my parents got confused over dates of visiting friends & Freshers, rounded off the day with a game of Chess, of Cranium, and followed by ‘Outnumbered’ and ‘Would I Lie To You?’. I’m really too content and sleepy now to care about making this blog particularly interesting, so ha, short straw for you Mr Reader. Though the tiny critical voice in me wants to reassure you that tomorrow, I will be interesting.

Till then, na-night x


{September 14, 2011}   Rosie



Her name is Rosie Kilburn. She died from cancer, but she wasn’t a sufferer.

She was the most inspiring person I’ve ever had the fortune to meet, and only a year older than myself.

With her it’s all about getting people to change the way they think about cancer – getting people to talk about it, not feeling afraid or uncomfortable. She started blogging about her experiences as soon as she was diagnosed back in ’08, and her story has been followed by local BBC.

I’ve known her since a year ago and have spent only 13 days actually in her company. The first 12 where on a fortnight’s acting course at Royal Welsh last summer, and the last a visit to her at home one month ago today. It seems amazing that anyone could have that kind of impact without being physically there, or without even emailing you more than 8 times (organising that last day). I feel almost wrong to call her my friend, as though I’m dishonouring people who knew her much better, but I suppose that’s the grief talking. Still it shows how someone doesn’t even have to be around to make an impact on another’s life. I barely knew her and I’m crying in my bed! She has a legacy to challenge people who have lived much longer, and reading the comments on her site it seems that every single person who even heard of her considers her to be the most inspiring person in their life. And by every single person, we’re talking in thousands.

I didn’t even know Rosie, but I will always remember, admire and love her.

Ironically, and wonderfully, I think Rosie’s death is going to lead a lot of us to living better lives – less fearful and more outwardly focused. I know that for me, the fact that this incredible 19 year old life has now ended gives me a whole new perspective on my life. I mean I’m a year younger than her, and if I died tomorrow, all I’d have to my name would be ‘loving & loved daughter’ and ‘went to school’. In a way it’s like her death is actually just another event in her life, and she’s still living on. It continues with her influence on others, her legacy, people who are inspired into better lives & actions because of her. The knowing that life isn’t about the fact that one day you’ll die, but the fact that today we’re alive. I’m sure she wouldn’t want it any other way.

I don’t know many other people who knew her or if they’ve been moved to any action yet, but I’m planning to set up various fundraising opportunities during my stay in Uni, all for cancer support & research. Perhaps I’ll end up with a blog-shop just like Rosie’s. All I know is I want to help continue the work that she was doing and help win the fight against cancer. And you know what? One day, we WILL win 🙂

Love you bunches :] xoxox



Unfortunately the last couple of days have turned to admin, but today was broken by my brother arriving home from Amsterdam with shady details & a family visit to the pub for quiz night. Crappily I found out that I actually know nothing besides what the 7 sins are, and that I can still draw despite being out of practice a long while.

I think it’s fair to say that my brother had a fair bit of influence on the sillier pics & dialogues. As a general rule, his stuff’s in black & mine’s in red. I’m too tired to work out how the scanner connects to my mac, so they’re bad quality photos.

This one includes Professor Layton, the Cheshire Cat & above Chesh & to the left of Layton is my self-caricature. I didn’t know I was going to draw myself till long after the eyebrows were done, so they’re a little more Jack Nicholson than is reasonable, but then it is a caricature so it’s alright.

This next has my cartoon explanation of who Deborah Meaden is for my Ma & a cruel elaboration on an innocent drawing of hers of a man with sharp teeth eating a carrot.

And lastly some Doctor Who minis. It wouldn’t be a drawing session without them 🙂 I wish I could cartoon everyone so easily. Dear Rory isn’t there because he’s not so easily cartoonable…

During the day I managed to find a collection of behind-the-scenes videos from The Lord of the Rings films on Youtube, and by garr I never realised how incredible that whole team of people was. The amazing commitment they all had to the lifestyle, their characters, and MORALE! I never knew Viggo Mortensen was so dedicated or nutty. Just incredible, all of them. But poor Orlando Bloom, I don’t know whether he is hugely vane in reality or just happens to give off that air, but it stops him from being funny somehow 😦 Anyway, do have a look in at at least one video, there are many to be found on the tube and they are all worth finding, but here’s a good place to start:

Good night, or whatever according to whenever it is you’re reading this. oxoxo

{August 31, 2011}   21 Days

The date is August 31st. On the 21st of September I’ll be arriving at Senghennydd Court to settle into my new life at Cardiff University and prepare for the anxious joy that is Freshers Fortnight. Aaaagh.

I’m feeling pretty well prepared, even though I’ve no idea what I should be packing, buying now or buying when I get there. Mostly though I’m miffed at myself for not having done much these past 3 months in terms of the lists I made dreaming of freedom back in school. Well, here’s what I’ve done;

  1. Organised a remark on my exam paper
  2. Organised Uni accommodation
  3. Organised student loans (at least I think I have…)
  4. Bought tickets to Freshers Fortnight
  5. Watched ~60 films (I’m aiming for 100 this year)
  6. Organised a 2 week reunion for some friends I made at Summer Acting School last year in Cardiff
  7. Visited the friend who couldn’t make the reunion due to being exhausted from her cancer (visit her site, she’s an amazing & inspiring person, even ignoring her fight with cancer. http://theknockoneffect.wordpress.com/author/theknockoneffect/)
  8. Looked into a new musical instrument, the lute-harp
  9. Started playing guitar again
  10. Done far too much research into Cardiff, life in Cardiff, life in Cardiff for students & Freshers that I can’t even remember what I learnt
  11. Half tidied my room

Actually, looking at it now without the list of everything I was aiming to get done,  I think I’ve done pretty good. Lesson learnt – look at what you’ve done, not what you aimed to.

…Jeez, what is wrong with me? Not meaning to be arrogant but that list is damn good. I’ve been surrounded by prissy, over-priviliged wieners for way too long. School is dead, Long Live University!

et cetera