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CHARACTERS FOR CASH
I did this for my friend, as a leaving present
and figured maybe you lovely b3tans would like something too. So for the measley sum of £25 (including postage, don't you know) I shall lovingly render your good self in any character getup you so wish, paint it onto an A3 canvas board and send it your way. Probably with a nice free badge or keyring too. If you want one, either gaz me or send me an email (anything @sugarspun dot co dot uk will get through) and I shall see what I can do. Because I'm nice like that.
My website is down at the moment Boo and hiss. you can find most of my stuffs at the following links though.
My blog
FLICKRFLICKRFLICKRFLICKR
Flickr
MySpace (I know)
If you'd like to email me for any reason, I can be contacted on me at sugarspun. co .uk (this also works for paypal, if you ever want to send me money for no reason at all)
You can MSN me too, at Holly_Cornforth at hotmail dot com (but please dont mail me here, I check it once a month, if that). I'm usually quite fluffy, unless I have reason not to be, so no stalkers, racists or general idiots please.
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You should all get tshirts from Threadless, because theyre all remarkably good. Also I get free stuff if you do after following this link. Go onnnnnn......
And a bit about me. I'm Holly, 25, from the fair midlands. I now reside in Plymouth where things are lovely and friendly and there's ocean. Yaaaay. I like tea, and tunes and arty things, especially graphics and graffiti and stickers and vinyl toys and character design.
Oof
The lovely booga created some incredible boxmen that I recreated using the medium of felt
And in return he goes launching an attack on me!
The swine.
HappyToast is the best.
Done by the lovely Aphex. Isn't it fab?
Aaaaand the lully Scoopzilla reckons I look like candyfloss, which is bloody brilliant.
Finally, The lovely MrA Drew this for me.
The big gay bear with his big gay heart.
Also bilbobarneybobs has represented me in nun format. For this I declare him fantastic.
Hes also gone and done represented me as a doll! Cor!
And the brilliant HappyToast made me this for my first b3taday. Cor lummy, isn't it ace?
I also won this one day, for a lunch of smoked salmon and cream cheese on wholemeal cobs, and lots of tea. It was truly a beautiful moment.
A proud member:
It seems many people put photos of themselves in their profile. I have no such thing as a "photo of me", but here I am in south park format. Seems to be all the rage with the kids these days.
(My glasses are way cooler than that.)
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CHARACTERS FOR CASH
I did this for my friend, as a leaving present
and figured maybe you lovely b3tans would like something too. So for the measley sum of £25 (including postage, don't you know) I shall lovingly render your good self in any character getup you so wish, paint it onto an A3 canvas board and send it your way. Probably with a nice free badge or keyring too. If you want one, either gaz me or send me an email (anything @sugarspun dot co dot uk will get through) and I shall see what I can do. Because I'm nice like that.
My website is down at the moment Boo and hiss. you can find most of my stuffs at the following links though.
My blog
FLICKRFLICKRFLICKRFLICKR
Flickr
MySpace (I know)
If you'd like to email me for any reason, I can be contacted on me at sugarspun. co .uk (this also works for paypal, if you ever want to send me money for no reason at all)
You can MSN me too, at Holly_Cornforth at hotmail dot com (but please dont mail me here, I check it once a month, if that). I'm usually quite fluffy, unless I have reason not to be, so no stalkers, racists or general idiots please.
Proud member of:
You should all get tshirts from Threadless, because theyre all remarkably good. Also I get free stuff if you do after following this link. Go onnnnnn......
And a bit about me. I'm Holly, 25, from the fair midlands. I now reside in Plymouth where things are lovely and friendly and there's ocean. Yaaaay. I like tea, and tunes and arty things, especially graphics and graffiti and stickers and vinyl toys and character design.
Oof
The lovely booga created some incredible boxmen that I recreated using the medium of felt
And in return he goes launching an attack on me!
The swine.
HappyToast is the best.
Done by the lovely Aphex. Isn't it fab?
Aaaaand the lully Scoopzilla reckons I look like candyfloss, which is bloody brilliant.
Finally, The lovely MrA Drew this for me.
The big gay bear with his big gay heart.
Also bilbobarneybobs has represented me in nun format. For this I declare him fantastic.
Hes also gone and done represented me as a doll! Cor!
And the brilliant HappyToast made me this for my first b3taday. Cor lummy, isn't it ace?
I also won this one day, for a lunch of smoked salmon and cream cheese on wholemeal cobs, and lots of tea. It was truly a beautiful moment.
A proud member:
It seems many people put photos of themselves in their profile. I have no such thing as a "photo of me", but here I am in south park format. Seems to be all the rage with the kids these days.
(My glasses are way cooler than that.)
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» Mix Tapes
I spent most of my formative years making mixtapes
but I rarely made them for other people, they were just for my own pleasure. Mostly because I have the BEST WALKMAN EVER
www.priyascape.com/new_images/IMP/my_first_sony.jpg
I still use it sometimes, but the sound has gone very wobbly now.
The tapes were mostly comprised of britpop, but there was a lot of stuff off the radio too. I spent many an evening pretending to do my homework, poised over the record button, waiting for Mr Peel or Mr Lamacq to announce the latest joy. Happy days, when you felt genuinely involved, and the thrill of discovering a new band meant rushing down to Our Price the next Saturday to spend your hard-earned pocket money.
And then there was the art of the actual mixtape, with CDs and records strewn across your bedroom floor, carefully judging what track follows on best, and how to make the transition from britpop to triphop, and wether you've put too much Blur on or not enough.
And what do we have now? The internet, which makes discovering new music so easy it doesn't seem fun any more. And instant downloads, which take all the tactile joys out of owning tunes, cataloguing them into dull, soulless icons. iTunes, which just creates a playlist for you removing the need for ever listening and involving yourself with the delicate intracacies of ordering and compiling. And the new, glossy, teen-mag NME, which is SO SHITE I COULD SCREAM.
I weep, b3ta. I weep.
(Tue 12th Feb 2008, 14:52, More)
I spent most of my formative years making mixtapes
but I rarely made them for other people, they were just for my own pleasure. Mostly because I have the BEST WALKMAN EVER
www.priyascape.com/new_images/IMP/my_first_sony.jpg
I still use it sometimes, but the sound has gone very wobbly now.
The tapes were mostly comprised of britpop, but there was a lot of stuff off the radio too. I spent many an evening pretending to do my homework, poised over the record button, waiting for Mr Peel or Mr Lamacq to announce the latest joy. Happy days, when you felt genuinely involved, and the thrill of discovering a new band meant rushing down to Our Price the next Saturday to spend your hard-earned pocket money.
And then there was the art of the actual mixtape, with CDs and records strewn across your bedroom floor, carefully judging what track follows on best, and how to make the transition from britpop to triphop, and wether you've put too much Blur on or not enough.
And what do we have now? The internet, which makes discovering new music so easy it doesn't seem fun any more. And instant downloads, which take all the tactile joys out of owning tunes, cataloguing them into dull, soulless icons. iTunes, which just creates a playlist for you removing the need for ever listening and involving yourself with the delicate intracacies of ordering and compiling. And the new, glossy, teen-mag NME, which is SO SHITE I COULD SCREAM.
I weep, b3ta. I weep.
(Tue 12th Feb 2008, 14:52, More)
» Stupid Dares
This is hugely embarassing
When I escaped the nuns and first started going drinking in zomgpubs with my girly mates, we used to frequent a pub that had one of those machines selling "furry lovecuffs" and "pocket pleasure vibrators" and the like in the toilets. Being straight out of convent school we naturally found this absolutely hilarious.
(I would like to inform you all here that I KNOW and I have fully grown up now, I promise)
One night after a few too many bubblegum reefs (oh yes) my friends dared me to go investigate and buy one of these pocket pleasure thingies "because I just want to see what it's like, yeah..." and being the drunken over-confident teenager that I was, I said I would. So we all clubbed together and raised the necessary £3 and off I went to make the purchase. Of course, it didn't work, and our £3 was swallowed and gone forever. So they all decide I need to get a refund.
I was very against it at first, but then they all said they would gladly give up the money and let me keep it if I could manage to get a refund. £3 was 20 superkings, or a rather good night in the wetherspoons, and so I was sold. I got to the bar and the conversation went:
Me: "uh...hi, I...ummm....put some money in one of the...umm....machines in...umm..."
Barman: "You put some money in the vibrator machine and it hasn't worked, yeah?"
Me: "Oh, I...umm, yeah, its swallowed my cash"
Barman (obviously amused): "Yes yes, tee hee, how much?"
(This is where I feel like a right bastard, it's still my main drinking place, but teenage bravado kicked in).
Me: "Yeah, umm...well I tried twice, so it was £6"
And it worked! £6 richer and peer group approval, they all thought I was well cool.
Length, girth, I know I pretended otherwise but I didn't really know any better at that age
(Thu 1st Nov 2007, 17:27, More)
This is hugely embarassing
When I escaped the nuns and first started going drinking in zomgpubs with my girly mates, we used to frequent a pub that had one of those machines selling "furry lovecuffs" and "pocket pleasure vibrators" and the like in the toilets. Being straight out of convent school we naturally found this absolutely hilarious.
(I would like to inform you all here that I KNOW and I have fully grown up now, I promise)
One night after a few too many bubblegum reefs (oh yes) my friends dared me to go investigate and buy one of these pocket pleasure thingies "because I just want to see what it's like, yeah..." and being the drunken over-confident teenager that I was, I said I would. So we all clubbed together and raised the necessary £3 and off I went to make the purchase. Of course, it didn't work, and our £3 was swallowed and gone forever. So they all decide I need to get a refund.
I was very against it at first, but then they all said they would gladly give up the money and let me keep it if I could manage to get a refund. £3 was 20 superkings, or a rather good night in the wetherspoons, and so I was sold. I got to the bar and the conversation went:
Me: "uh...hi, I...ummm....put some money in one of the...umm....machines in...umm..."
Barman: "You put some money in the vibrator machine and it hasn't worked, yeah?"
Me: "Oh, I...umm, yeah, its swallowed my cash"
Barman (obviously amused): "Yes yes, tee hee, how much?"
(This is where I feel like a right bastard, it's still my main drinking place, but teenage bravado kicked in).
Me: "Yeah, umm...well I tried twice, so it was £6"
And it worked! £6 richer and peer group approval, they all thought I was well cool.
Length, girth, I know I pretended otherwise but I didn't really know any better at that age
(Thu 1st Nov 2007, 17:27, More)
» Best Graffiti Ever
Oh god, fantastic.
The subway at the bottom of my road is currently being targeted by an absolutely wonderful being who is plastering it frequently in joy-provoking scentences. Highlights so far have included:
"I am a degraded mosaic"
"Grow! Seriously, do!"
"It is nice to see the sun at this time of year"
"I love my parents"
"Show your children good films"
Every time I'm trudging to work, filled with the horrors of saturday morning, I just have to read the subway wall and it cheers me up no end. Its almost motivational.
More to come as I remember them.
(Thu 3rd May 2007, 17:39, More)
Oh god, fantastic.
The subway at the bottom of my road is currently being targeted by an absolutely wonderful being who is plastering it frequently in joy-provoking scentences. Highlights so far have included:
"I am a degraded mosaic"
"Grow! Seriously, do!"
"It is nice to see the sun at this time of year"
"I love my parents"
"Show your children good films"
Every time I'm trudging to work, filled with the horrors of saturday morning, I just have to read the subway wall and it cheers me up no end. Its almost motivational.
More to come as I remember them.
(Thu 3rd May 2007, 17:39, More)
» Family codes and rituals
Also
we used to have family radio evenings. My parents are big on music and made sure my brother and I shared this passion from day one. Every evening, when there was no homework to be done and the weather wasn't nice enough for tennis in the garden, or Saturday afternoons just after lunch, we would sit down in the living room and listen to Steve Lamacq and John Peel. Mostly it just resulted in arguing the merits of certain bands (we were a family divided by indie, especially when my Bro and Mum discovered pirate radio and rave) but occasionally something came on that got us all and we'd sit in silence and just listen. I'll never forget lying on my back, the setting summer sun making patterns on the mottled ceiling, when I first heard Blur (my utter teenage loves, and yes Damon, I'd still marry you).
This tradition died out when I was 16 or so, I had much more important things to do, like go to the pub, but about 6 years later I was having a quiet pint after finishing a shift at the pub when my mum called me up and told me John Peel had passed away. I actually cried, not a lot, but a small tear was shed, and after a strained conversation with the prole sat next to me ("You alright?" "Umm...John Peel's died..." "Who the fuck's John Peel?" ".....") I went home. That evening my Mum, Dad and I sat down and had a family tunes evening, for the first time in years, as a little tribute to the man who made my childhood.
Reading this back I sound monstrously pretentious. Fuck it, I probably am. But those evenings were more of an education to me than anything I ever learned in school, and gave me more respect for my Dads inherent knowledge of all that beats than any teacher. b3ta, play your children good records, it'll mean more than you could ever possibly know.
(Fri 21st Nov 2008, 12:42, More)
Also
we used to have family radio evenings. My parents are big on music and made sure my brother and I shared this passion from day one. Every evening, when there was no homework to be done and the weather wasn't nice enough for tennis in the garden, or Saturday afternoons just after lunch, we would sit down in the living room and listen to Steve Lamacq and John Peel. Mostly it just resulted in arguing the merits of certain bands (we were a family divided by indie, especially when my Bro and Mum discovered pirate radio and rave) but occasionally something came on that got us all and we'd sit in silence and just listen. I'll never forget lying on my back, the setting summer sun making patterns on the mottled ceiling, when I first heard Blur (my utter teenage loves, and yes Damon, I'd still marry you).
This tradition died out when I was 16 or so, I had much more important things to do, like go to the pub, but about 6 years later I was having a quiet pint after finishing a shift at the pub when my mum called me up and told me John Peel had passed away. I actually cried, not a lot, but a small tear was shed, and after a strained conversation with the prole sat next to me ("You alright?" "Umm...John Peel's died..." "Who the fuck's John Peel?" ".....") I went home. That evening my Mum, Dad and I sat down and had a family tunes evening, for the first time in years, as a little tribute to the man who made my childhood.
Reading this back I sound monstrously pretentious. Fuck it, I probably am. But those evenings were more of an education to me than anything I ever learned in school, and gave me more respect for my Dads inherent knowledge of all that beats than any teacher. b3ta, play your children good records, it'll mean more than you could ever possibly know.
(Fri 21st Nov 2008, 12:42, More)
» Cheap Tat
Not me, I have expensive tastes,
but my brother brought a flyswatter from poundland. Not just any old flyswatter but an electric tennis racket of terror that I'm sure contravened many EC regulations. When you caught a fly it buzzed and smoked and, if you were really lucky, caught fire.
I always wanted to get a moth with it, just to see what would happen.
(Sun 6th Jan 2008, 22:03, More)
Not me, I have expensive tastes,
but my brother brought a flyswatter from poundland. Not just any old flyswatter but an electric tennis racket of terror that I'm sure contravened many EC regulations. When you caught a fly it buzzed and smoked and, if you were really lucky, caught fire.
I always wanted to get a moth with it, just to see what would happen.
(Sun 6th Jan 2008, 22:03, More)