Mophead visits Hamleys and finds the perfect Book

Katie and Jack visit London. They start out at Trafalgar square and are taken sightseeing by their roaring guide.

My admission/Duck

I have an imaginary friend. It came about from a drawing that Michael Leunig did for me at a book signing. I wanted a picture of his duck. The duck that follows Leunig around in his cartoons. I’m not sure when or how, but I decided a couple of years after seeing this picture daily that I would have my own duck follow me around.

 About a month before I came to London I went on a Buddhist Dharma Gathering – a meditation retreat – with my mother. While on the retreat the idea came up that nothing actually exists – all that there is, is what you create via your senses. Kind of. That’s how I interpreted the theory anyway.  It made me think that there is really no difference between what is “real” and what is real in my mind.

We went on a walk through the bush/rainforest/scrub/beach…. And I was thinking of how sad it is that fairies don’t actually exist (it was fairytale like setting). Lightbulb. There’s no reason they can’t if the only thing that matters is that they exist in my mind.

Et Voila. My duck came to life.

As time went on, duck started developing personality quirks and clothing habits. He’s my own little Buddha following me around and supporting me in his own quiet way. Duck doesn’t speak much, but he has a certain way with expressions.

I once told someone upon my arrival in London that everyone should have their own imaginery friend. His response was that everyone would end up in an institution.

Duck obviously disagrees – because ever since, ducks in some form or other, have surprised me by popping up on unexpected occasions almost daily. I think he likes to let me know that they’re looking after me, whether I’m thinking about them or not. Every time I see one, I know I’m on the right track….

So if you see some random duck images pop up on this blog - you know why. 

 

He's just not that into you - the movie

In the very beginning, some variation on this is said:

“if a guy doesn’t return your call…etc…perhaps what we need to admit is:

HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU”

 

What I think we need to admit, and what I practically shouted at the screen instead of HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU was:

“WHY CARE?!”

 

P.S. Scarlett over Connolley

Dear Mum

After reminiscing over the morning skype session I thought of more to say.What have I been doing? Well. Today it snowed. Joe and I walked in the snow to get more movies out (we've been watching a lot); Betty Boop cartoons, Roger Rabbit, Pandora's Box, Gilda and Hotel Grande. Lots of classics.This week involves hibernating due to the cold, although I'm going to go and check out the levels of the Tate that we didn't make it to yesterday. I want to sit in front of the waterlilies for a while too. Hibernation may also involve cinema - Nick and Norahs Playlist came out last week, and a couple of others that I don't remember.Reading Buckowski at the moment - I just finished The beautiful and the damned by Fitzgerald and Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan . Next up is Bouvoir (if i can be bothered), Age of reason by Sartre and some Kerouac. The boys have a second hand book library in their kitchen that I'm going to raid slowly.Found a cute little dance outfit in a nearby antique shop that would make a great burlesque show. Something like this:

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=xW9fnEJR1Ek&feature=PlayList&p=81BF356BAF7A1B6D&playnext=1&index=8

So I'm planning on putting something together this week regarding that. 
Lots of Love 

Katie