The Poison Pen

Fun in the Offquay

Posted in music by thepoisonpen on September 18, 2012

Right now I’m putting the finishing touches to some songs I’ve been working on this year, having our own rehearsal space is great but I do miss our old dining room. Maybe it was laziness, maybe it was because it was clean and nice and not the usual shit hole you end up paying money for to use. But yeah, things are O.K. Finally deciding to pull my finger out, because in some ways, the inertia of doing nothing is the worst of all. So when I’m finished I’ll put a small gig on in the room.

So what do you dream of doing with the remainder of the year?

Black Sun

Posted in Photography by thepoisonpen on August 29, 2012

Slaggy cat nearly followed me all the way into the park today. She/he pretty much accosts anyone on the street to the point where you know it’s miow a mile off. Even in bed at night I heard: “Are you going to follow me all the way to the end of the street?” replied with:”MIOOOW” ha. No man, hipster student or child gets through Falmouth Road without being begged for attention by slaggy cat.

The Wheel of Misfortune.

Posted in Uncategorized by thepoisonpen on August 7, 2012

I appear to be coming out of an extremely long period of sadness and depression. The kind in which you can’t quite put a finger on, but where you find yourself religiously watching the real housewives of NYC much to the concern of your beloved, who can’t quite prize you away from your daily numbing sesh.

And that is what I have discovered: Television can be an insidious numbing tool when used incorrectly.

Then I realised how quickly half a year can go by and how little you feel you have to show for it. How I stopped writing, stopped taking pictures and stopped feeling like myself. Life throws up like drunk sometimes, this has nothing to do with you, it just happens. Situations, relationships and work all change all of the time, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not. Right now it feels all of these things are in a state of flux and it just feels overwhelming.

How does depression hit? I’m not sure, but not talking about it can add to it. Pertaining to the idea that you are ok, and that you just need to put on a happy face and get through the day can make things worse, you end up logging in online and feeling like you’re the only one struggling, thus adding to the feelings of isolation.

I deleted my facebook in a minor adult act of defiance and in a last ditch attempt to make me write letters, send emails, and anything just to catch up with the people I truly cherish. It’s worked to an extent, and I can honestly say this; when it’s not there anymore, you don’t miss it.

I’m not sure what the purpose in writing this is, maybe it’s just to say to myself out loud that it’s ok to not to be ok all of the time.

Accompanying photos taken sometime in March at the Discovery Museum, Newcastle. I actually took the photo of the mannequin and asked my hairdresser to re-create it. So I am now officially a blonde.

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Instagram (or the welcome of the android brigade)

Posted in Uncategorized by thepoisonpen on April 8, 2012

Funny how the more things happen in your life, the less time you feel like writing about it online. I’ve been up and down, my health has been poor so I engrossed myself in gardening (more on that later) and practising with a new drummer and keyboardist for our band. A proper band! Who would have thought. From such humble upbringings as a stage fright inducing two piece.

I had a birthday and turned 27 to the display of a surprise party in Baby Lynch’s amongst hideous 70s decor, tretchikoff pictures, friends, cat playing cards and a cake equivalent of hotel chocolat chocolates. Boyfriend is worth his weight in gold.

I’m also contemplating ideas in my head for my business. The old formula is feeling tired, but since having the studio I can feel a new direction forming, slowly but surely. Always follow your passions, or at least that’s what 100 tumblr reblogs tell you.

Anyway, feel free to add me on instragram. I much prefer saying things with pictures than to be redistricted within 144 characters.

instagram / stealingkittens.

Perfect Weekend

Posted in Days Out by thepoisonpen on February 20, 2012

This past week has been a bit of a retrograde for my health, a few heart things have re-occurred so I’ve spent as much time as I can learning how to relax, watching movies and generally trying not to worry myself into the ground. I see my specialist today, so fingers crossed everything is working as it should.

So the weekend came as a welcome relief. My boyfriend and I went to the beach, I took photos with the instax (search charity shops for them!) and drove down to Cullercoats to Beaches & Cream for coffee and cake. Which when we arrived they had exactly the same gluten free orange cake as last time, which was gorgeous. Nice to see they’re still thriving, but with a cafe that beautiful with great service it’s not hard to see why.

The rest of the weekend was spent with a mini band practice with our new keyboardist who adding some melodica to a song I wrote on an old out of tune bontempi organ. Then watching Italian films like Fellini’s Amarcord and Baba Yaga, a bizarre tale about a witch who posseses a young photographer girl with a evil bondage doll. I’m not much up on films that have come out in the past 5 years so please recommend me some. x


Posted in Photography by thepoisonpen on February 16, 2012

Memoirs of a Mangy Lover

Posted in Uncategorized by thepoisonpen on February 1, 2012

I bought this recently at Tynemouth Market. The Sunday market felt particularly disappointing these days as it’s mainly filled with new items, craft sellers and cheap jewellery. There’s some brilliant illustrations throughout but I’ve not yet started reading it. My mind is in a flitting mood and I can’t seem to gather the attention span to read anything other than old Beatrix Potter books.

January was a good month overall, I’ve decided I want to start some monthly appraisal so I can monitor how much I am getting done versus spending my days feeling quite the opposite. I went to see an old unreleased Japanese horror about a ghost cat and a shamisen player, felt thoroughly inspired by a Mervyn Peake exhibition, took up a porcelain jewellery class (in which my mother came round and managed to smash some of them by accident), met some cool girls, bleached my hair blonde and started to feel a bit more in line and a bit more focused. Next, is to get back in touch with the music and find myself an art studio.

An ode to Robert Burns

Posted in Uncategorized by thepoisonpen on January 5, 2012

2011 was a funny old year. In a lot of ways I felt more mellow, more self conscious and observant than previously. A little shaky perhaps. Despite that I still managed to get things done that made my bones shake. I played three gigs with my band, first time being on stage was a scary, scary experience. I went camping and survived. I visited my Dad. Wrote less in my journals and felt a lot more melancholy towards the end of the year. I also moved home to a city I’ve wanted to live in for a long time, a home which was found only after spending half of the year looking.

So here’s to 2012. Not sure what you’ll bring, but hopefully more sunshine and a few more experiences to tie under my belt.

My Top 5 Films about … Films

Posted in Oddiments by thepoisonpen on November 23, 2011

Being a sick girl for many years meant I spent more than few hours entertaing myself the only way you can, by getting yourself a tesco dvd subscription and watching copious amounts of movies. So herein lies my top 5 films about films! To celluloid purists this is not aimed at being the definitive sacrificial top 5 to end all top 5’s but purely based on the films that I have personally loved over the years. Everyone loves a top 5 right? So lets begin…

5. Cecil B. Demented

I saw this film a few years ago, and coming from John Waters knew it would be worth a watch (not to mention a residual intolerable girl crush on Stephn Dorf from the 90’s) . The film centres around Dorf’s title character who along with a bunch of misfit movie extremists work to capture famous actress Melanie Griffith and force her to star in their guerrilla movie. The namesake of the film being Cecil B. Demille, creator of all films grandeur during his many years with Paramount from the 1920’s. It’s spoofy and fun and hard not to like.

4. Play it Again Sam

The only film in this list not about actually making a film, but rather living vicariously through one: Casablanca. Woody Allen stars as Allan a recently divorced film critic who goes through a series of messy dating sagas all the while getting tips from the spectre of his alter ego, Mr. Humphrey Bogart. It’s got some brilliant scenes, it’s funny and I particularly loved the decor in Allan’s San Franciso apartment. This started out on Broadway and I think it translates really well to to the screen.

3. Ed Wood

Everyone’s seen Ed Wood right? The fact it was filmed in black and white endears it to me more, coupled with my love for all things Lugosi. Historically there’s a few facts and figures that are at war with each other like Ed’s true relationship with people like Bela, but who knows. For now it makes a brilliant entry into Tim Burton’s early 90’s arsenal. Not to mention Martin Landeu won the best supporting actor Oscar for playing the aging and antagonistic Lugosi.

2. Living in Oblivion

Living in Oblivion switches between black and white and colour cinematography, and is far more of a quieter black comedy than the trailer suggests. Steve Buscemi plays the brilliant an angsty director who’s attempted to make his movie are thwarted at every turn. I really need to watch this again, my copy lies somewhere in a pile of  old scribbled on vhs from my years of video+ all the good late night movies. Does video+ still event exist?

1. Sunset Boulevard

Directed by Billy Wilder Sunset Boulevard is the Hollywood film to end all Hollywood films. It’s my own personal favourite movie of all time, telling the tale of aging silent film actress Norma Desmond played superbly as artifice by Gloria Swanson – herself one of the most famous silent stars of her time. Desmond lives reclusively in her dilapidated grandiose mansion with old Eric Von Stroheim as her doting butler. The film is genius on so many levels, particularly in hindsight. An intricate story which also interweaves other Hollywood gentries taken straight from their hey day in the 1920’s: Cecil B. Demille, to Buster Keaton and Hedda Hopper, the notorious and much feared queen of the gossip columns.

I could write about this film all day, and for me, it’s one of the best films ever conceived and constructed to end all Hollywood films.


Posted in Days Out by thepoisonpen on October 16, 2011

Over the summer I seem to have neglected photo posting, and in some cases taking photos entirely. I got myself a new phone and neglected the SLR. Here are some pictures of Keswick from my first dalliance into camping sans music festival. We picked possibly the only hot weekend in June and enjoyed rambling through fields and streams. I have 3 cameras worth of film to develop, including testing out some 120 film in one and panoramic shots in another, so I hope they come out ok…



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