<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554</id><updated>2011-09-28T19:25:01.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy &amp; The Caterpillar's Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Lucy &amp; The Caterpillar
www.lucyandthecaterpillar.co.uk</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3834694994461865230</id><published>2010-05-10T11:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:06:37.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, please go away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S-foruIuc5I/AAAAAAAAArE/Ja5cW4wZyzI/s1600/Romantic-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S-foruIuc5I/AAAAAAAAArE/Ja5cW4wZyzI/s400/Romantic-kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469596110281405330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sat at home in my PJ's, i never have pj days but today feels like i desperately need one. You know, drink tons of coffee and listen to music you have never listened to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i recorded a few songs with a friend, just me and my guitar. Alot of my songs have been recorded with different types of instruments and such. These ones are stripped down, raw and it gets right to the point. I will post them up this week sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really crazy week, its weird because Ive realised i cant live without love, its like air to me. Every single song i have written is about love. Even when its not been so fun, i always end up thinking "at least i got a song out of it" hey, it might be a horrible way to thing about it... and it may hurt alot but that's the way us artists get their inspiration from. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, im on my own, me, my dog and ermmm ha that's it! what more do i want. This is going to be a real turning circle for me.... basically i don't want any kind of romance in my life for at least 6 months hmh tricky because you never know, i might meet the one and sayy "nooooooo, *check my watch* i have 3 months left" who knows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo now I'm going to concentrate on the important things in life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, music&lt;br /&gt;2, shop&lt;br /&gt;3, making dresses&lt;br /&gt;4, eating and drinking&lt;br /&gt;5, watching come dine with me constantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are going to be my 5 commandments! enjoyable things hey! not only that.... now i have banned myself... yes "banned" from love i will have plenty of time on my hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, best get my act together and eat soup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE WEEK - Feist - Let it Die&lt;br /&gt;SOUP OF THE WEEK - Celery&lt;br /&gt;PERSON OF THE WEEK - Nathan Baker&lt;br /&gt;ITEM OF THE WEEK - Pixiano&lt;br /&gt;MOST INFLUENTIAL SONG OF THE WEEK - South pacific - gonna wash this man right out of my hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3834694994461865230?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3834694994461865230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3834694994461865230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3834694994461865230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3834694994461865230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2010/05/rain-please-go-away.html' title='Rain, please go away'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S-foruIuc5I/AAAAAAAAArE/Ja5cW4wZyzI/s72-c/Romantic-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8598176960103903506</id><published>2010-02-25T21:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:02:44.345Z</updated><title type='text'>My Ding-A-Ling</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very very very productive day. I feel like I'm really enjoying doing relaxing things.... (usually im on the go constantly and the only way i can relax is....hmh...never)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im in the shop everyday... i cant sit down and do nothing.. Today I made a goooorgeous dusky pink satin dress with a black velvet waist band.... yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I came over to my friend fifi's (yes, i also have a dog called fifi too) and made a rhubard and apple crumble! it was lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cooking I sat down and crocheted a little cup cake. I feel so much better, usually im too tired to do anything so yesss siree, this is the new meee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so drab at the moment... not only is totally dull outside but what the hell does one wear? i mean yeah i could grab waterproof trousers and ugg boots but id rather get drenched than look like that.. some of you might think im a snob but if you think about it... back in the 50s women wouldnt of been seen dead in that! The last 20 years in fashion has been a complete dip..... i mean UGG boots are the most unattractive thing ever.. elephant foot springs to mind. Im standing up for all the women out there who love wearing nice dresses... i was actually sat in the shop the other day and a lady said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, do you dress like that all the time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kind of answer did she want... that was... an insult.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should of said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, well, only thursday afternoons from 1pm- 3.45pm&lt;br /&gt;2, do YOU dress like that all the time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should appreciate fashion instead of being so god damn narrow minded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gig coming up in manchester at MOHO, check myspace for more info and im also DJing (yes, that does say DJing) at a lovely night called your mammas cookin' on the 12th march! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will hopefully try and update as much as possible... although i say that ALL the time! sooo i prob wont!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG OF THE WEEK - The Mills Brothers - It Don't mean a Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S4bzZqPgn8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/pH5-jub4uxY/s1600-h/20040812-carmen_miranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S4bzZqPgn8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/pH5-jub4uxY/s400/20040812-carmen_miranda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442304821885444034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8598176960103903506?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8598176960103903506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8598176960103903506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8598176960103903506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8598176960103903506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-ding-ling.html' title='My Ding-A-Ling'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/S4bzZqPgn8I/AAAAAAAAAq8/pH5-jub4uxY/s72-c/20040812-carmen_miranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-76126695280761359</id><published>2009-12-14T14:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:36:42.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Things Mean ALOT</title><content type='html'>Woweeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have completly changed for me.. not only have i moved house but i have moved into the city of the man (aka - Manchester) The fact i can roll out of bed in a morning and go to CUP is ideal, let just say the coffee is truly wonderful. and the fact a can walk home and "nip" into a cocktail bar is even better. Dont get me wrong, Hebden Bridge is wonderful and the people are amazing... but i was just craving the citylife. Lets just say i have best of both worlds, work in a quaint town and home is a manic city. My flat is uber cute too. Gonna take some pics soon and show y'all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo tis the time to be jolly huh? The shop has been so busy and we have some really fantastic stock in at the moment.. which includes a 1950s parisian velvet dress. I would keep it but its that little bit too big. its perfect for a chirstmas party or even NY. Also some GORGEOUS 1940s shoes and tweed jackets. oolala! Tres Chic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met me when im 50. Hyper as hell woman who was just as speedy as me... we could fit a word in. She was my height, had white hair and dressed quite.... like me! She also yapped on and on and on about being different. my gosh! maybe im going to become loopier....... eeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last week on a rather rainy wednesday evening i went along to a "Business womens ONLY party" i went along in my best dress expecting it to be rather dapper but to my suprise it was very relaxing. i was sat their up straight... not being able to breathe! &lt;br /&gt;Now then, on the invitation it read. 'christmas readings also" Im thinking a bunch of hippies reading some stories about jesus and mary.. but to my suprise, a rather eccentric lady called Amber-Rose was doing tarot readings! I have never had my cards read and i dont really have much belief in anything (including god, being re-born and afterlife...ect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha I sat down, nervous about the truth... and she started off on a good (but also bad) note saying a looked like i was 12... does this mean im child like? or i have good skin? who knows, only her. so she pulled out these cards which had 1987 on. I was born in 1987. the chances of that hey? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lot of cards had the devil in them... haha. As soon as she turned the cards over she gasped. "THE DEVIL, THE DEVIL" almost like she saw a dead body. She told me lots of things, that i already know like.... i still dont believe in it but hey im open to other peoples views and beliefs! Alot of the ladies said "why would i pay someone to tell me my problems when i try to ignore them anyway" which is totally understandable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it from me, Gonna go buy a small christmas tree now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have finally realized the people i get on with are crackheads coming off crack" Michele Rashman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do people do with this stuff once they buy it?" Beige looking Lady in the shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-76126695280761359?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/76126695280761359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=76126695280761359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/76126695280761359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/76126695280761359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-things-mean-alot.html' title='Little Things Mean ALOT'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6132078494611805786</id><published>2009-11-05T20:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:04:33.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...eeeek</title><content type='html'>Lots of things have happened since i last blogged. Its all very exciting. The shop has been so busy since mother and i did it up. The main thing i wanted to do was make a amazing dressing room, it is the most important part of trying on vintage items. I made the dressing room kind of like a room of inspiration. We all need inspiration in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvMzBvNECrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jCbpB12dcoQ/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvMzBvNECrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jCbpB12dcoQ/s400/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400716483091499698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this most amazing book called "allure" it was big and full of iconic picture dating from the 1900 - 1980. so instead of having these pictures closed in a book, i cut it up and now its on the wall so now i see it everyday! Inspiration everyday baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the shop is looking spiffing, all ready for chirstmas. yesss christmas, scary shit. As soon as they did the Jamie Oliver advert in Hebden Bridge it actually felt like christmas... especially with all the fake snow and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvM1oZCCSaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1pomvh2ni3s/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvM1oZCCSaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/1pomvh2ni3s/s400/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400719346177821090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really funny night, plenty of professional protesters, thats what you get when your making an advert for Sainsburys in a local business town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo my dress making has become an addiction, so much that im rushing, trying to finish things in a day when i should be taking my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had plenty of lovely customers in recently and some not so pleasant. soooo many people ask for reduction that ive had to put my sign which says "please wait to be offered discount as a request often offends the management" right on my desk.. one lady was stood their with an item waiting..... i said "how can i help?" she replied "ohh im just waiting for discount" Is it me or is that rude? RUDE. Ive had my lovely shop for about 3 years now and im becoming more and more like the lady in the vintage shop "Didier Ludot" in Paris. Dont get me wrong she was head to toe in Chanel and she had a rather "unusual" yet "classic" hairstyle (Lets say Cruella Deville) but my god she was rude. *french accent* Please do not touch my things!!!! hmh, this is a shop after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets not talk about the shop NOMORE! Next week i am moving from my lovely grotto to Manchester. Dont get me wrong, i love living in Hebden and my flat is so cute and well .... cold. My lovely boyfriend and i viewed a flat on Oldham street.. some would say "right in the heart of the bohemian manchester" Now I have lived in Manchester before and i have viewed alot of flats so i pretty much knew what flats in Manchester would look like. but this little beast was GORGEOUS. Art-deco windows and well it hadnt been touched since the 70s. FULL of character, just what i wanted. Thats all that put me off living in Manchester.... the horrible NON character flats. Basically, we hit the nail right on the head. so i have been thinking about furniture and look at this beast i have re-vamped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvM9DHcA37I/AAAAAAAAAq0/1UcAg9x-lo0/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvM9DHcA37I/AAAAAAAAAq0/1UcAg9x-lo0/s400/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400727501892804530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the end of it, i have added more and more flowers so the top is literally covered. My bedroom is going to be very much like this.. or should i say ours. Im sure he wouldnt mind it being rather Kitsch... is that just a cool word for extreemley girly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK gigs. I have a few coming up, Manchester &amp; London. I will post up the dates and stuff when i know more. I havent done a gig in a while so its very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, best go finish my wine and watch more Sex in the City. what a life.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6132078494611805786?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6132078494611805786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6132078494611805786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6132078494611805786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6132078494611805786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmaseeeek.html' title='Christmas...eeeek'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SvMzBvNECrI/AAAAAAAAAqk/jCbpB12dcoQ/s72-c/DSC00262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1634015114151109550</id><published>2009-09-20T12:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:31:41.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress making to the max.</title><content type='html'>well, i have been making so many dresses lately. Last week a lady came in looking for a dress, she was in abit of a hurry as the wedding was at the weekend. She couldnt find anything to fit so i offered to make her one. i didnt even measure her up and when she came in to collect it, it fitted her like a glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happening this month. My mum (who does furniture in the shop) will be moving into the room next door. so in my shop there will be just clothes, so plenty of room to make dresses, i am going to offer a proper dress making facitility where you come in with fabric (or i can supply it) and i will fix up a dress that will last you forever. I know how stressful it is to find the perfect dress so i want to help my customers out as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as music goes, i have 2 new tracks on myspace. Im not really doing any gigs at the moment, im just concentrating on writing plenty of songs for you lovely people to hear. so hopefully more movement in the next few weeks (new songs &amp; videos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of inspiration at the moment. I have been changing my outfits so much. Think this whole Chanel craze doesnt help. I am dressing like a little boy more and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SrYScnKjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fhsPoi9owoA/s1600-h/nvoyza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SrYScnKjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fhsPoi9owoA/s400/nvoyza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383510687326880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inspirational song of the week&lt;/span&gt; - Wendy Rene - After Laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of soul is the key to the end of summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1634015114151109550?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1634015114151109550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1634015114151109550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1634015114151109550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1634015114151109550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/dress-making-to-max.html' title='Dress making to the max.'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SrYScnKjQ4I/AAAAAAAAAqU/fhsPoi9owoA/s72-c/nvoyza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4353487956874306209</id><published>2009-09-10T00:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:41:32.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour!</title><content type='html'>this week has been pretty hectic. not only with my music but also my shop. plenty of inspirations floating about and i just cant wait to see what they bring out. i went to watch the Coco Avant Chanel film the other day, i have been saving myself for this film so i can watch it at my local 1924 cinema (which is a dream) my first impressions when i saw the adverts were 1, Is Audry Tatou is WAY too pretty? and 2, will they get it right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they did and although they didnt show enough fashion bits it was rather inspiring and basically i have been dressing like a little boy ever since. now its my 2nd week in black and white ONLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really been moved by art. i know it sounds daft because i love anything creative but i dont appreciate it as much as i should. I only catch bits every so often and this one piece has really done it for me. it just reminds me of so much, i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sqg7w4GetBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3A-PVyMVZ9c/s1600-h/Klimt_the_kiss_1907_8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sqg7w4GetBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3A-PVyMVZ9c/s400/Klimt_the_kiss_1907_8.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379615465773380626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know very well that it is proberly one of the most famous pieces of art but its really moved me and this has never happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i will be taking pictures of inspirational items around my home, its very eclectic and totally me. if i was going to be a couch, i would be the one i have in my front room. if i was going to be a rug, the one i have would be me. do i make sense or have i had too much gin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am sorry i dont really write much anymore. i keep things in a diary and sometimes forget about the internet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, this is me in Paris Vogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sqg8vWJynoI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rEsUlgAgisE/s1600-h/sc00003468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sqg8vWJynoI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rEsUlgAgisE/s400/sc00003468.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379616538992221826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4353487956874306209?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4353487956874306209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4353487956874306209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4353487956874306209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4353487956874306209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sqg7w4GetBI/AAAAAAAAAqE/3A-PVyMVZ9c/s72-c/Klimt_the_kiss_1907_8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4558235300145521166</id><published>2009-07-28T12:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:52:51.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration and making something of it</title><content type='html'>what i have started to do is take inspiration from the things i love and use it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slaved away on this little dress, i was going to keep and i may well do that but right now its in the shop on show. Its the most satisfying thing when i sell a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sm7loeycL-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/2FkaoBznWpU/s1600-h/DSC00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sm7loeycL-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/2FkaoBznWpU/s400/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363476689866993634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i made this dress using duck egg blue 100% cotton. Its new yet vintage which makes it really crispy.. and girl who loves her vintage dresses loves a crispy dress, makes it stick out more. i found the lovely felt love hearts in my friend amys haberdashery shop. and trimmed the skirt of the dress with satin red ribbon, its a gorgeous scarlet colour (like my lipstick) i love red lipstick! its so glam. so i took the inspiration from the shoes i saved for. which are sat right next to me. yes together it looks OTT but for my on-stage outfit, its perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sm7lxPaBhdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/UQQnAehBCZc/s1600-h/vivienne_westwood_melissa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sm7lxPaBhdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/UQQnAehBCZc/s400/vivienne_westwood_melissa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363476840356873682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4558235300145521166?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4558235300145521166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4558235300145521166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4558235300145521166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4558235300145521166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiration-and-making-something-of-it.html' title='Inspiration and making something of it'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sm7loeycL-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/2FkaoBznWpU/s72-c/DSC00213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2663591596030523322</id><published>2009-07-24T09:51:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:12:50.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely dresses for Lovely people</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so busy, not only have i been working hard in my shop creating lovely things to wear but i have moved into my very own little flat. its in Hebden Bridge on the top of a rather steep hill. I have created this lovely little house with things i love. Everything in it is a replica of me.. for exsample, my couch, its tiny, pink, 1950s and well not very practical. If i was a couch that would be me. I love it, i miss my mum like.. but i can dance to pop music alone without feeling really stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the reason i am writing a blog is to tell you all about a little hobby i have which is extending! about 1 year ago, a lovely lady called Dorethy taught me how to make a dress, my first dress was a little sketchy but practice makes perfect and i have well improved, im not being big headed at all, its just these dresses have been selling like hot cakes, literally! whenever i make one, it sells! so i must be doing something right. i use a pattern for the top and make the skirt up... add buttons and of course use vintage fabric! the dresses are very classic so i guess thats what people want. something simple yet classic!  well i will have you know, i took some pictures of my dresses and here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5aCAtqvI/AAAAAAAAApM/dThL6Xko7Pg/s1600-h/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5aCAtqvI/AAAAAAAAApM/dThL6Xko7Pg/s400/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361950319484709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 1960s shift using original fabric to an original design, also a gorgeous dimante neck in pink! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5uQ46crI/AAAAAAAAApU/9QvMt4XL-EI/s1600-h/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5uQ46crI/AAAAAAAAApU/9QvMt4XL-EI/s400/DSC00195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361950667075908274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was the first dress i made using 1960s fabric and details by silk ribbon around the neck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5-yNDCQI/AAAAAAAAApc/4TB5iD5NBqU/s1600-h/DSC00197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5-yNDCQI/AAAAAAAAApc/4TB5iD5NBqU/s400/DSC00197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361950950896634114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; 1950s style full skirt dress using original fabric and gorgeous linen buttons down the back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, eventually when the website gets renovated i will have a dress making selection where you can pick a fabric, style and size to suit you. it may be a present or for a night out. so yes, i will keep you posted with that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, best get motivated and make some more dresses!xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2663591596030523322?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2663591596030523322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2663591596030523322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2663591596030523322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2663591596030523322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/lovely-dresses-for-lovely-people.html' title='Lovely dresses for Lovely people'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Sml5aCAtqvI/AAAAAAAAApM/dThL6Xko7Pg/s72-c/DSC00194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8255235801166238723</id><published>2009-06-30T17:36:00.022+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:13:11.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZ3PDxLcI/AAAAAAAAApE/zJSh77r03I4/s1600-h/DSC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZ3PDxLcI/AAAAAAAAApE/zJSh77r03I4/s400/DSC00184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353189912553270722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, I havent done a blog in a hell of a long time, dont get me wrong i have been busy but nothing has really moved me enough to write about it. I have had the most amazing long weekend of my life. My mum always says "Try something new everyday" that quote is stuck in my head and i am trying my best to acheive that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning at 5am i set sail and jumped on a train to Paris, Gare Du Nord. I realised the other day, i havent spent more than 12 hours alone. I love seeing friends and talking so this was a HUGE step for me. I was on my way to another city, alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpW_Ax5mtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sfD1x7kXXNU/s1600-h/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpW_Ax5mtI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sfD1x7kXXNU/s400/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186747624299218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Paris, its not only beautiful but its so chic. Everything is so effortless and it is what any city in the UK wants to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in a little hotel called Princesse Isabelle, Puteaux. Apparently this means shit in french... but i was thinking maybe someone made that up because it is an actual shithole. Just because it was so suburban and so quiet, i wanted the noise of Paris waking me up not a baby crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXLP8j6rI/AAAAAAAAAn8/grgfFenEMjc/s1600-h/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXLP8j6rI/AAAAAAAAAn8/grgfFenEMjc/s400/DSC00154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186957853977266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped off my bags and set off to the Marais, my favorite part of Paris, its where everything "arty" happens. Lets just say its the Northern Quarter of Manchester or the Hoxton Sq of London... apart from much better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my task for this journey was to find as many vintage Boutiques as possible, i searched all over the internet for shops in Paris and listed them all down ready for my adventure. It was difficult, i travelled so far to find some had closed down, it was very exhausting but a task is a task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered Vintage shops in the Marais (these i will list at the bottom of the page) i then had some cheese and bread with vin rouge then felt awfully tired so i headed back to the hotel slowly to sleep.. oops i forgot to mention, i bought 2 pairs of shoes on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning, so i woke up having fell asleep to CNN (the only english speaking channel) constantly going on about Micheal Jackson, leave him in peace for crying out loud. I went downstairs for my breakfast to find HUUURRAAAH boiled eggs. hmm now then how the hell do i eat a boiled egg without a egg cup... so i started to hack away at the egg, flicking bits of shell all over the place to realise a man was staring at me... peeling the shell off the egg, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo thats how you do it. sorted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpWV-8i_hI/AAAAAAAAAnM/EzGpUR_8NMM/s1600-h/DSC00160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpWV-8i_hI/AAAAAAAAAnM/EzGpUR_8NMM/s400/DSC00160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186042757447186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got ready and set off for a market searching day. The main thing Paris does brilliantly is fresh food, i went to the most amazing food markets. Nothing like they are over here. Quality and Tons of it. Name a food, i bet its there. You should see all the garlic. Its worth just living there for the food. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpWmsyHFAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zpsfWfP_1lE/s1600-h/DSC00155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpWmsyHFAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zpsfWfP_1lE/s400/DSC00155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353186329939612674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food markets i took the tube to Port De Clignancourt. Biggest market in Europe. FACT. ok so when you get there, you think, golly what is all this shit cheap market stuff... but you need to go deep into the market to find archways into little antique shops covered in Ivy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXfMJI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kXeqpFdd9_A/s1600-h/DSC00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXfMJI_ZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kXeqpFdd9_A/s400/DSC00162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187300430380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single person that owns these little shops sit outside smoking and drinking coffee. You have never seen antiques like it. Cupids... archways.... everything, i mean the price you will be paying is well over the odds but like any antique lover... you will the price if you love something. Paris is renoun for antiques and here is the place to go to see it in all its glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXT38IJMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JKN2qOP9gXQ/s1600-h/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpXT38IJMI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JKN2qOP9gXQ/s400/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187106028528834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the markets i went back to the hotel for a freshen up then went out back to the Marais to meet my old friend Rory. Hes modelling for the fashion week. Gay pride was on and it was incredible. Amazing outfits and everyone was so happy! I had some wine in my favorite wine shop "La Belle Hortense" You can sit back, read a book off the shelves and watch the Parisians pass you by. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZA5JFq5I/AAAAAAAAAos/BJoJkLlyVUM/s1600-h/LA+BELLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZA5JFq5I/AAAAAAAAAos/BJoJkLlyVUM/s400/LA+BELLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353188978957069202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some wine Rory gave me a ticket for Dior Homme fashion show on Sunday @ 4pm. Problem was, i was going home at 2pm. I thought it over and decided, Im going to have to stay. I cannot miss a show like this.. so i scurried back to the hotel and organised my manager to book me a flight back at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was all about getting myself hyped up for my first experience of a fashion show.. not just any fashion show, a Paris fashion show. It couldnt get any better really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30pm I was ready, i gulped down a glass of red wine and headed to Christian Dior. We got in straight away and the crowds were so antisipated on what they were going to see. it was like a suprise.. but with Christian Dior. So lets get this straight, i was having first peeks at Diors collection. sounds good to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked into the building (it was massive and very old, apparently tramps sleep underneath) everything was white, just covered in sheets... not like your painting... done properly. Then all of a sudden, i look round and loads of people were taking pictures of me. so i had to stand there, like a stiff model while these people took pictures of my outfit. Majority of people were in classic black and white.. like i was. I wore a 1950s black dress with a white collar. I think they liked it because it was very Chanel looking and everyone loves Chanel. I just couldnt get over the picture taking. When i flick through my Vogue its just the thing that was going on. Its quite crazy to see it in real life. This is where it all happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go and find my seat then in the corner of my eye i see large crowds of people whispering and pointing.. i obvs go and investigate to find it was someone quiet spectacular. The kind of guy that stands out in a crown. Karl lagerfeld. I lost all interest around and just stood there in shock. He looked so impecible. Stylish to the max... just like you see in Vogue. I took 1 picture, then paniced, not only did i have a shit camera but i didnt want to smother him. He was with his friends and surrounded by papz.. i dont think hed like me to join in too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpX1VXstLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w8K02oFlz_A/s1600-h/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpX1VXstLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/w8K02oFlz_A/s400/DSC00168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187680864482482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down on the... so called seat.. which was a bench covered in clothe. then i heard more whispers, i look to my right and see a guy with body guard and sunglasses on.. surrounded by papz (like flies on shit so to speak) i squint, hmm who the hell is it. Is it Will Smith? Kanye West? nope.... its USHER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpYG3dK_RI/AAAAAAAAAoc/HD1UWn7uKbw/s1600-h/DSC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpYG3dK_RI/AAAAAAAAAoc/HD1UWn7uKbw/s400/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353187982072020242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought he disappeared. Looking very fly and not bothered about anything.. just posing for the camera.. nice to see you too. he was 2 people along from me. fancy that. Meeting someone from corrie is big stuff for me ha so i sat patiently then the show started, loud music while everyone was completly silent. antisepated as to what was going to happen... its like seeing your favorite band perform new songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show lasted about 10 minutes. Every single item was as simple as can be. Beige, Black, White, Brown, Cream. The thing that i have noticed is when classic designers design they stick to 2 colours, look at Chanel, thats a perfect exsample. Simple is best and im talking about everything. I really loved the collection, it was quite a relief. I was thinking.. oh god, some arty OTT fashion... but it took me by suprise. Slightly cropped linen trousers with ankle boots and a large zip at the back with a flowing double breasted jacket. Effortless, like the french are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more pictures got taken we headed to watch Paul Smiths show. I love his mens wear, not so much the womens. This season was very sporty but with a "simple twist" when i say simple, its not simple like Dior, its a totally different colour scheme, Paul seems to use brighter colours. Reds, Yellows, Electric Blues! you name it. No fancy shit, that was so 2004. Every seemed so Vintage. Crazy. When it got the end, the music went louder as Micheal Jackson "thriller" came on. Out came the models dancing like mad with a rather small Paul Smith squashed like a sandwitch between 6ft odd boys! I loved it, the fact he came out dancing shows he has real passion for what he does. Unlike other designers who just come out  and wave. He gave us a dance. Well worth sweating my tits off throughout a show hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show i sat back and drank wine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZSxbav_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Fnl5ap5kMCI/s1600-h/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZSxbav_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/Fnl5ap5kMCI/s400/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353189286124109810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i spend 2 days resting, after all the excitement i needed too. Drinking coffee (i had my first espresso - try something new everyday) I did however go to the Louvre to have a look at my favorite vintage shop in Paris DIDIER LUDOT. Named after the owner and "Oh sooo fabalous!" Original Chanel jackets and YSL 1950s heels. YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpYfKrEFVI/AAAAAAAAAok/snISW4ac3GQ/s1600-h/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpYfKrEFVI/AAAAAAAAAok/snISW4ac3GQ/s400/DSC00179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353188399547422034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was a nightmare. Not only did i get off at the wrong terminal but someone collapsed on me because it was too hot. I must of ran around the whole airport because noone gave me a straight answer. then one woman said i missed my flight... so i sobbed my heart out then thought.. fuck you bitch, i havent. and managed to get on because i checked in online! Deeeerrrrrrrrrr! Sat next to a Dior Model the way back who told me that every single fashion label when designing has rails and rails of vintage to copy off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the world come too? Can someone please answer that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished off my trip with a book shop where apparently if you read a book a day you get to stay there for free. Thats how kooky Paris is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZiSXv5LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/fuVarKW246E/s1600-h/DSC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZiSXv5LI/AAAAAAAAAo8/fuVarKW246E/s400/DSC00183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353189552665126066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats it from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINTAGE SHOPS IN PARIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didier Ludot - Pricey but Quality. Top end vintage designer but worth having a look for a traditional Parisian boutique. Majority of the stock is Parisian from Chanel to Christian Dior. This would be the first place i would come if i wanted something especially nice (24 Galerie Montpenier, metro - Palais Royale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam'zelle Swing - The heart of the Marais with some fabulous stock. I bought some 1940s heels, very pin up girl. Quite a good price for what you can get but its good quality and the stock is older than most of the other vintage shops in the Marais. The lady is very stylish and pinup girl and she has been a dedicated vintage shop owner for over 15 years.  (35b, Rue du Roi De Sicile, metro - Hotel De Ville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag-Time - Tons and Tons of Vintage in this shop. Lets just say you need a good hour and make sure you have something cool on, its pretty stuffy... but i love a good rooot so its fun. The stock isnt my sort of thing, its very 80s/90s (which is in atm) easy to wear stuff and pretty cheap. I prefer something a little more glam but for a girl who likes comfortable things, this is pretty good. (23 Rue de l;echaude, metro - St-Germain-Des-Pres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falbalas - This shop is amazing, Some gorgeous 1940s dresses and shoes, Its defo up there on amazing vintage shops. Beware of the lady who works there, she can be a little offhand with trying things on. If your going to this shop you may as well kill 2 birds with 1 stone and go to the amazing market (This shop is in a large open market with a few other vintage shops. Marche, 140  Rue de Rosiers, Saint-ouen, metro - Port de clignancourt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free'p Star - Good shop to have a root in, Got some nice stuff if you look deep enough, i think they buy in bulk so it doesnt have the best smell but thats what washing machines are for. I came accross some lovely 40s dresses and pretty good prices. (8 Rue ste-Croix-de-la-bretonneire, metro - Hotel de Ville) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free'p Star2 - Same kinda idea! Rue de la verrerie (round the corner is a brilliant wine and book shop that i have mentioned above. defo worth a glass of wine) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Trip - Lots of stuff. Plenty of 1960s and retro 80s stuff. worth a good rummage (Rue Vielle Temple, metro - Hotel-De-Ville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag - Another shop who buys in bulk. Tons of 80s stuff at bargin prices (85 Rue st.martin, metro - Hotel-de-ville)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noir Kennedy - Good shop for men, plenty of skinny jeans, retro tops. Original womens stuff, Quite dark nothing very pretty but hey some people like dark stuff. Very kooky shop and nice staff (10 Rue De Sicille, Marais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeur Vintage - Lovely shop, nice layout, interesting to see. Lots of junk and another rummage shop. seems like there are loads! (32 Rue de Rosiers, Marais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frip'irum - I liked this shop, sells vintage and some new designer, saw a couple of chanel bags in the window, weather they are real, its beyond me. worth a look&lt;br /&gt;(3 Rue de Verrerie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, try and do a few shops at once when your in the area. I tried to do that:)x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8255235801166238723?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8255235801166238723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8255235801166238723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8255235801166238723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8255235801166238723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/paris-amore.html' title='Paris, amore'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SkpZ3PDxLcI/AAAAAAAAApE/zJSh77r03I4/s72-c/DSC00184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6209303927785474010</id><published>2009-05-07T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:33:21.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what a bloody pickle!</title><content type='html'>Hello my little cheese and onion pasties! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't written in my blog for so long. i've been really busy with my shop and gigging and writing songs and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to tell y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, whoever turned up to my MAPS gig in manchester last week i owe you the biggest apology. very unorganized festival and the fact we turned up and they said we wern't on was sttraaaange then as i was tucking into my gin and tonic i find out we were actually playing yet all over the internet it said we were on on monday. i couldn't play on monday because i had another gig which was really important (thank you for coming to that one folksss) so yeah, sorry loves, I have a gig at couture cafe which is such an amazing place. they do lovely pies and mash... so whilst watching me play you can enjoy some stodddge! email me via myspace and maybe we can sort out a lovely discount on entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, almost every gig i am playing from now on will be with 2 amazing people. Johnny Wright the guitarist and infamous Mandolin Pete. so its all very fun and alot bigger! i will however do some small gigs alone. but miss them very much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some new tunes that i shall be adding to the myspace shortly.. i will send out some form of bulletin when the day arrives!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6209303927785474010?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6209303927785474010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6209303927785474010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6209303927785474010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6209303927785474010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-bloody-pickle.html' title='what a bloody pickle!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4447446866995043942</id><published>2009-04-09T20:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:55:46.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i mean come on..</title><content type='html'>who buys an arty book full of pictures of couples from the 1940s... who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4447446866995043942?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4447446866995043942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4447446866995043942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4447446866995043942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4447446866995043942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-mean-come-on.html' title='i mean come on..'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2049452916370782011</id><published>2009-03-09T00:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:49:33.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello, London. Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Seems like im in London constantly. I mean yeah the place is great but it just makes me panic. i cant ever have a "relaxing trip to London", ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;songs that are really inspiring me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i remember is going to the lake district with my grandma and grandad, my grandad would say.. "ook, are you ready?" and id be like "yeaaaah" i was at least 8... then he pops on a Paul Mccartney &amp; the Wings on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. Heart of the Country.. so amazingly grooovy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, Blue Bird.. so beautiful. Gorgeous and simple. The simpler the song the better.. thats always been my key to songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working with a lovely man called Matt Terry who has this fantastic huge studio in Stratford-upon-haven. i actually thought it was stretford on the outskirts of manchester.. then i thought it was stratford on the outskirts of London. My Geography is crrrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also did a lovely photoshoot in Hebden Bridge.. got done for pretending to smoke in a pub by a undercover policeman! hasnt he got anything better to do? nope obvs wanted to show off by getting his badge out. cant wait to get the pics! very paris, vogue, chanelesque! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2049452916370782011?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2049452916370782011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2049452916370782011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2049452916370782011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2049452916370782011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-london-goodbye.html' title='Hello, London. Goodbye!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1577559240104731090</id><published>2009-02-17T10:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:11:59.835Z</updated><title type='text'>This kinda thing keeps me going</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;arcanis22 has made a comment on Lucy and the Caterpillar - Bumble Bee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent this song to my friend when she was going through a really rough time and she claims it helped her more than any advice or supprt anyone had given her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1577559240104731090?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1577559240104731090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1577559240104731090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1577559240104731090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1577559240104731090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-kinda-thing-keeps-me-going.html' title='This kinda thing keeps me going'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnMEm3IfEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/spGi8qztU-8/s400/Photo+37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298990816101432386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra the Swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnMeUhwjsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-GZtkFPDURo/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnMeUhwjsI/AAAAAAAAAmI/-GZtkFPDURo/s400/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298991257856544450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doreen the Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnL5g0gAUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vnL8nYCI-Gk/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnL5g0gAUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/vnL8nYCI-Gk/s400/Photo+34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298990625501217090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the Toad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnLpANqywI/AAAAAAAAAlo/n7Xt-26JJ1M/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnLpANqywI/AAAAAAAAAlo/n7Xt-26JJ1M/s400/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298990341870504706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8412936555722478723?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8412936555722478723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8412936555722478723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8412936555722478723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8412936555722478723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-writing-childrens-book-here-is.html' title='Im writing a childrens book - here is a taster'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SYnMTs8Jv7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/1cRcFyiJVuk/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3932507034889319750</id><published>2009-02-03T21:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:37:51.054Z</updated><title type='text'>programs on tv</title><content type='html'>sick to death of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were all insecure but we dont need it shoving in our faces. its like were being reminded every fucking day.. no wonder women are like they are. same with mags and shit like that. NO NEED AT ALL. really pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3932507034889319750?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3932507034889319750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3932507034889319750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3932507034889319750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3932507034889319750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/programs-on-tv.html' title='programs on tv'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-540724476961024858</id><published>2009-01-29T19:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:09:22.393Z</updated><title type='text'>problem</title><content type='html'>ok so Im starting to think i have a "serious" buying problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shops are closed.. i buy online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i want a new dress i dont go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of the evening trying on my dresses and working out what "new" item i can buy to match it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not very good. Im staying in this weekend because i want to buy stuff at a vintage fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i think about is vintage, i love the couture 1950s look.. which as anyone who loves vintage knows.. is verrrry expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell should i do!!x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-540724476961024858?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/540724476961024858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=540724476961024858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/540724476961024858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/540724476961024858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem.html' title='problem'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8956887839124578322</id><published>2009-01-27T19:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:55:27.199Z</updated><title type='text'>Brothel style hotel &amp; losing my favorite hat</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been really crazy. I knew damn well that i had 3 very important gigs but somehow i didnt think.. "hmh maybe its best to have plenty of sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night.. dress making lessons for my friend Lois, she brought a bottle of red (this was 3pm!) i set off to Manchester dropped off some things at the Jabez Clegg and picked up my merch then met me boyfriend and some friends in the Bay Horse.. drank more and more red wine then met Neemo and went to Kissing the Lipless. My bessie mate Chels came to pick me up at 12 in a taxi and we went back to hers.. stayed up chatting and packing till 2am then got to sleep (i was out like a light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...4am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brrrrring* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*brrrrrrrrrrring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ALARM OF DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant believe we had to be up at 4am. Thats just wrong. so, we grabbed out stuff then headed to the coach station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to the coach station half an hour before it was going to set off, just in case we could get a seat. We were right at the front of the que then... "sorry love but this isnt the right number" oh shit the bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but i got this number when i booked the train" Chelsea says&lt;br /&gt;"well i have never seen that before" he replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We step back and panic! phoning up the megabus. then the bus driver came over and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what website did you book it on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"megabus..." She replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is the national express love, megabus is over there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pegged it hoping for godsake we would catch it.... unfortunatley we missed it by a long shot. we paniced and went to the train station to see how much it was but it was £68. then we tried the national express but it was £50, last hope was the megabus which was £10 but we had to wait for 2 hours.. so we went to a cafe, ate some beans on toast and monged out... we were also drenched from the rain too. perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we nearly died on the megabus, it was so horrible. i went to sleep for most of the time but it sucked alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got to London late. We headed straight to Kings Cross (where the hotel was) when we got there, chelsea says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmh forgot the name of the hotel" BRILLIANT.. so she phones 118.. erm excuse me can i have the number for.... kings cross hotel? haha the lady over the phone named every hotel in kings cross and eventually it came to her. so we phoned the hotel man to give us directions... we couldnt find it.. so he came for us. hmh coz thats normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel and he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you want double bed or single"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, oh i dont care.... as long as we get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooh you both....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking lesbians!! what the hell has the world come to.. just coz im not "bothered" about sharing a bed with my friend who ive known for years! pathetic man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the room and oh my fucking god, crack den or what.. its like hello, you want to sell your body? its like.. hey lets smoke some crack.. its like hey lets just poo in a room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words cant explain how minging the room was!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to leave the room, i was going to throw up all over if i didnt. we went to hoxton for some tea then to the venue to soundcheck. the night was amazing. i loved it.. i didnt enjoy the gig however because i couldnt hear a word i was singing. bardens boudoir is so cool but the stage setup is horrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i finished the gig, i decided to get leathered, i thought you know what, drinks are what i need. so we drank then went to a place in Dalston called Jazz Club. Full of perves if you ask me but mint music, they played doris day and carole king! woop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the bar at 5.30am.. went to my friend hannahs then decided to get a taxi all the way to kings cross. As soon as we got in, i decided.. if i put my clothes on that im travelling back in tomorrow, i can have an extra 10 mins sleep" so i did it, and slept in them. got up at 7am.. i wiped my makeup from under my eyes and jumped on the tube to euston.. what makes me laugh is, when we were booking the hotel there were loads of really good reviews. thats why we booked it.. when we were leaving the guy says.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you leave good review, we give you 20% off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MAKES LOADS OF FUCKING SENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got to euston chelsea tried to get the tickets but she realised that she didnt write down the referance number. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she stressed at the ticket lady then we went to get the train.. first class back.. woo. abit of a difference to coach down and crack head hotel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back to manchester, i had to rush around getting ready, trying to make myself look like a normal person coz i had a gig at a huge festival that night. i got a taxi to the Jabez Clegg and faffed with the stage, got a huge boiling cup of coffee thrown all over me and yeah..stressed out, got snappy and played the gig. i was so fucked i started shaking on stage. so exhausted. when i finished i headed home with my family.. they came to the gig.. then my lovely boyfriend was talking about how much he loved smoking weed to my dad. that was great, i just acted like i was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got about 5 hours sleep, went to work, did ANOTHER gig then went to bed. got up at 5.30 to meet my fella. ive never been so dedicated EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8956887839124578322?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8956887839124578322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8956887839124578322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8956887839124578322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8956887839124578322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/brother-style-hotel-losing-my-favorite.html' title='Brothel style hotel &amp; losing my favorite hat'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-702298040021773460</id><published>2009-01-13T15:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:42:51.011Z</updated><title type='text'>your the cream in my coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euX_1IDL9ho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euX_1IDL9ho&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-702298040021773460?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/702298040021773460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=702298040021773460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/702298040021773460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/702298040021773460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-cream-in-my-coffee.html' title='your the cream in my coffee'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8471607858739736088</id><published>2009-01-08T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:12:37.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy little Bee</title><content type='html'>HOOOWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ammm sooo tired.. been working so hard this week. the thing is, its normal for anyone to work this hard so i better get used to it. Need to get into the mode of being a business woman after the NY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late nights in the shop making sure it looks beautiful, changed it around and it looks dashing! Ive been doing quite alot of practice with the old music this week. Make sure im all prepared for next weeks gig in Coventry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my lovely friend Neemo to take some nice pictures and as soon as we bring a new single out... ill be doing a 15 date tour! i will keep all you lovelies posted on that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBH ive been spending so much time indoors. im such a partypooper but im really not sure where its gone! maybe im getting old.. maybe im really boring.. maybe im changing.. maybe im going loopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows!! sttrrrange!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do some vids asap so you can hear some new pop songs! woop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8471607858739736088?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8471607858739736088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8471607858739736088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8471607858739736088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8471607858739736088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-little-bee.html' title='Busy little Bee'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4052368181225472198</id><published>2009-01-03T22:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:47:34.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sat here on a Saturday night in my PJs, ohhh this is the life hey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive totally decided that my dedication to the shop &amp; music is shit so early nights and concentration is the key!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely NY and christmas, nice to have time off. I was going to open the shop but i got there and couldnt get in, the whole friggin mill was locked. Blooody bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sooo cold outside and im still wearing my summery shoes and dresses... its silly. no wonder im ill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many girls still wear their flat pumps thro winter? i know loadsss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a couple of gigs coming up in manchester and coventry and also... im going to get some lovely dresses on my website.. even ones ive made.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought myself a new little vintage guitar.. its prettty shit if you ask me but hey.. were not perfect. ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is defo my year, i cant wait. xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NY RESOLUTION - make loads of money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4052368181225472198?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4052368181225472198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4052368181225472198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4052368181225472198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4052368181225472198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-my-loves-im-sat-here-on-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2672910142164262015</id><published>2008-12-23T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:05:18.121Z</updated><title type='text'>new start and guineapigs!</title><content type='html'>so, im madly in love. i hate being so romantic but i cant hold myself back, especially when i listen to Ella and Burt  all day long. Surely that cant make any woman sane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly christmas and ive sorted loads of stuff out. Im moving out of my mums house for a start. the only reason i still live there is so i can see my mum all the time.. but im moving down the road to hebden so i wont be far away. Little one bedroom cottage is ideal for me really. Oh, new year new start. I get that into my head everytime its a new year. why a new start? i find myself just wanting to improve my life constantly. am i going to be like this forever? oooh i think way too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the week: Barbara Lewis - Baby, I'm Yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class, pure class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also love John Lennon - Hold On. thats amazzzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo much inspiration to write pop sonngs galore! are pop songs to future? yesss! wooo! lets celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i lost my phone, managed to fuck my card up so i cant use it, get ill and cant hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be mint this christmas!x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2672910142164262015?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2672910142164262015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2672910142164262015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2672910142164262015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2672910142164262015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-start-and-guineapigs.html' title='new start and guineapigs!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7198359797435708105</id><published>2008-12-04T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:17:01.290Z</updated><title type='text'>appropriate song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZnhnO_NqOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZnhnO_NqOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7198359797435708105?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7198359797435708105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7198359797435708105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7198359797435708105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7198359797435708105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/appropriate-song.html' title='appropriate song'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3411085380372631307</id><published>2008-12-03T19:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:18:50.351Z</updated><title type='text'>ooh creativity you bastard</title><content type='html'>I have been soo worked up this week with creativity. I travel far and wide and i dont think its doing me any good. i constantly think when im travelling. i listen to music and read as much as possible to try and get my mind off things in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is the year for me, music wise. i met the most amazing person yesterday and it really got my ambition going. When i opened the shop i thought this is the thing on the side, you know the side salad. but now things have turned and well, its not what i thought. now the shop is really important to me and yeah so the first thing i did was brought my guitar into work. that way if i have any waves of creativity i will take it out on my guitar ... not dress making. i love dress making but not as much as my music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love totally inspires me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3411085380372631307?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3411085380372631307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3411085380372631307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3411085380372631307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3411085380372631307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-creativity-you-bastard.html' title='ooh creativity you bastard'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8034712186510017070</id><published>2008-11-22T18:18:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:43:17.263Z</updated><title type='text'>Paris, french men, Red wine and love</title><content type='html'>Basically just got back from the most amazing city, paris. what a dream come true, i went with my mum. shes a shopaholic like me so we went shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we got ther we went for wine in my favorite book shop then we headed to the vintage shop free'p star. its full of crap really but you can pick up the odd nice thing. like i got a really really fluffy hat! its abit too fluffy if you ask me. On Friday morning we went straight to the Louve to meet photographer Mark atkins. here are the pictures he took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShNximkvNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XHGzzl-jP1M/s1600-h/Atkins_Lucy1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShNximkvNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XHGzzl-jP1M/s400/Atkins_Lucy1089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271548877334691026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShO57ufsJI/AAAAAAAAAks/MSv7EeFyB4A/s1600-h/Atkins_Lucy1146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShO57ufsJI/AAAAAAAAAks/MSv7EeFyB4A/s400/Atkins_Lucy1146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550121029382290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShPCWfIGvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/f0MB20f_KYA/s1600-h/Atkins_Lucy1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShPCWfIGvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/f0MB20f_KYA/s400/Atkins_Lucy1174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550265651632882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShPJ09ig-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/7S1YjV8SJ1w/s1600-h/Atkins_Lucy1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShPJ09ig-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/7S1YjV8SJ1w/s400/Atkins_Lucy1181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550394091340770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went searching around most vintage shops and i found the most gorgeous dress and jacket. that came to £200. oops. and we just moooched like people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday night i met sarah for her birthday celebration we went to this most amazing jazz bar and drank wine till 3am, missed the last tube and ended up having to get a taxi! paris town was dead. for a saturday night, dead. ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was awful in the morning, still drunk, so was mother. got on the eurostar and slept then got on the coach and threw up for 5 hours! it was really nice. NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back to manchester the car broke down in the middle of the road at picadilly and buses crashed, i also completly ripped my dress. such a perfect ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got a new song out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a hotel in Paris with my dress on the floor, my head felt sore&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the french man who sang the opera?&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the italians who made the pasta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz my heart belongs to Paris and Ill go if i want to&lt;br /&gt;Even if my heart belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we read books in the Marais or ride a bike through Bastille?&lt;br /&gt;Can we eat cake on the river, near the Louve??&lt;br /&gt;Can we drink coffee all day long and listen to love songs? &lt;br /&gt;Can we hold hands real tight and sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat up till 3 and ate cheese in the bedroom, just like Parisians do&lt;br /&gt;I put on Edith Piaf and had a glass of wine with you, just like Parisians do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRS! RPT TILL END! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night i had a right disaster, was stood outside the bay horse and this guy comes over and goes "have you got the time?" i looks at my phone and he tries grabbing it out of my hand. i pulled my phone back and he hits me in the face by accident i presume. i looked at him in the face like.... you fucking try that and your dead meat mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had destinys child running through my head! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have £3 to my name, had to get a credit card the other day but im really happy. never really been this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks dazzzzaa!!xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8034712186510017070?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8034712186510017070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8034712186510017070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8034712186510017070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8034712186510017070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/paris-french-men-red-wine-and-love.html' title='Paris, french men, Red wine and love'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SShNximkvNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XHGzzl-jP1M/s72-c/Atkins_Lucy1089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2750000584938953288</id><published>2008-11-09T11:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:15:14.755Z</updated><title type='text'>cocktails, ella, fairy cakes, perfect</title><content type='html'>so the cocktail party i organized worked out really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set the scene, at the shop.. surrounded by vintage. my shop is in a 1400 mill. the only people that have done it up is the people that have workshops in the mill so you can imagaine how much character it has! so my shop is kinda hidden away. people know where i am but can they really be bothered walking up 2 flights of stairs to get to me... noo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really sell many tickets. i sold enough tickets to locals which is what i wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got all the buns out (which my mum perfectly made) mixxxed the gorgeous cocktails and got all the lovely cups out for our first ever cocktails party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the testing of the cocktails and i felt a little drunk so i slowed down, i could just picture me giving away things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooh yeah, that looks great on you, why wont you have it? just take it if you like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 7pm it was packed. think more people turned up than i thought. lovely people. random people who were talking to other people about what they were wearing. just how i wanted it.. everyone getting along. i kept loosing my cup and drinking everyone elses drinks and yeah i loved it. i got slightly emotional too! oooh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its just what i needed. i love my shop and the new opening has just made me feel so lovely. i can make dresses and dance and just really love "my" shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made the right decision too so everything has worked out perrrrrfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ill be organised a lucy and the caterpillar christmas parrty so yeah ill let you know soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for everyone who came!!xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2750000584938953288?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2750000584938953288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2750000584938953288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2750000584938953288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2750000584938953288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/cocktails-ella-fairy-cakes-perfect.html' title='cocktails, ella, fairy cakes, perfect'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7617344376677766460</id><published>2008-11-07T20:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:00:13.132Z</updated><title type='text'>ooh the stressss</title><content type='html'>its been really good this week. ive been out every night and day i havent stopped.. i keep falling asleep at work on the desk then go out at night. drinking champagne till god knows what hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just got home and had some baby cham, i feel pretty emotional.. im really rubbish at making decisions and i think ive made the wrong one. im not sure tho. everything happens for a reason right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finding it really difficult to deal with people who are miserable for the wrong reasons. like when a friend is upset for a rubbish reason. lately im really trying to have as much fun as i can because i could be alot worse off. when someone is upset for a good reason then yeah ill help as best as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop falling in love and its killing me, lets just say its inspiration yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7617344376677766460?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7617344376677766460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7617344376677766460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7617344376677766460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7617344376677766460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/ooh-stressss.html' title='ooh the stressss'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5379269012251099986</id><published>2008-10-23T22:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:06:45.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses, Ella, Champagne &amp; Dancing</title><content type='html'>.....are just about the main things that make me happy. typical that there is alcohol in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just about made it through a really weird time. Life is way too short to be messing around.. you need to live it to the max. After all things could be worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers close friend Trisha owns a little shop in a town called Haslingden. recently she found a lump and we havent heard anything apart from its quite serious. Mother and i went to Haslingden today to find the shop was closed and completely empty. This kind of think makes me think that people who are in a much better situation pathetic. Your so lucky. dont you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fionn Regan is appropriate. It works quite alot and its sooo inspiring, Thats what we need hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we need is abit of inspiration! Go to Paris, i am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5379269012251099986?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.myspace.com/paulcurreri' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5379269012251099986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5379269012251099986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5379269012251099986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5379269012251099986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/dresses-ella-champagne-dancing.html' title='Dresses, Ella, Champagne &amp; Dancing'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-881529212314951380</id><published>2008-10-19T20:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:31:00.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh whats a girl to do?</title><content type='html'>I feel so stressed out. Ive fallen for a guy that lives in London, shitty London &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah many people live miles away from each other, yeah in the wartime they spent years apart but i dont care about them. its about us. its possible to be together. alot more possible than it was for them. in the wartime they HAD to live apart. we dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to spend every minute with him and when im upset he should be here to make everything right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this love was real we'd be together now, nothing would stop us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-881529212314951380?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/881529212314951380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=881529212314951380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/881529212314951380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/881529212314951380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/ooh-whats-girl-to-do.html' title='ooh whats a girl to do?'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8381559991083437421</id><published>2008-10-15T22:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:43:55.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday love</title><content type='html'>so Im now 21. the big 21.. oh your a woman now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my birthday in the big smoke with my best friends. &lt;br /&gt;i went for a week to get the fullness.. like breakfasts in bed everyday and watching old movies with the person i love love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out on saturday the 11th, it started off in a nice bar and grill place where we wearnt allowed in because James was carrying a strange thing in a plastic bag and he didnt want to tell him what it was in front of me so hannah the crab pulled away and it was all sorted. i thought he gave him some money like they did in the 50s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed to a really amazing 60s night in bethnal green... dancing ladies, burlesque, amazing style and a man dressed like a woman... hmh a really old man dressed as a woman.. a really old man with a massive belly dressed as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we danced and danced and drank wine wine wine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the club night finished at 2am.. we then went to another club which started at 12 and went on till 6am. we danced, did hand puppets in a cinema, had a fight with a man, got my drink knocked over, awfullly awfully drunkies. on the way home james didnt catch up so i went back for him and everyone were singing happy birthday in the street with a caterpillar cake!! talk about ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back to james' at 6am after getting a lift home by an unlicensed taxi. safe or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got woken up at 7am by my mum and sister singing happy birthday which was nice but i felt like i was going to vomit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james made me a lovely breakfast, little cereal which i love and i opened my presents. which were love. ive actually just drank the bottle of champagne he got me yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent alot of money on alot of dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950s sequin pink dress - £89.50&lt;br /&gt;1950s lace spot dress - £55&lt;br /&gt;1940s heels - £85&lt;br /&gt;60s pjs - £20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo is that bad? nooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou friends and stuff for an amazing time!xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8381559991083437421?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8381559991083437421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8381559991083437421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8381559991083437421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8381559991083437421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-love.html' title='birthday love'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7842869827446901003</id><published>2008-10-05T20:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:00:08.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SOkcqHYtvmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UesqT2-C_Hk/s1600-h/DSC00704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SOkcqHYtvmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UesqT2-C_Hk/s400/DSC00704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253761950167187042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7842869827446901003?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7842869827446901003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7842869827446901003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7842869827446901003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7842869827446901003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-love-love_05.html' title='love, love, love'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SOkcqHYtvmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/UesqT2-C_Hk/s72-c/DSC00704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4032099950944864298</id><published>2008-10-04T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:36:05.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TOURY</title><content type='html'>Well it havent been a "tour" more like 4 gigs in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Friday -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed down to London at 8:30. somehow i was first class. I had a bottle of wine before i got on the train with David Sue &amp; Neemo. When i got on the train down i was given loads of wine and just as i was getting off the train i spilt a glass of red all over the show. so the nice train man gave me loads of little bottles of Gin. The problem with going First Class is that you cant say no to free stuff, even when you've eaten, you cant say no. I was soo drunk when i got off the train. James, Sarah &amp; Ben greeted me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Saturday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had a gig. Playing HungaMunga festival. It was lovely, plenty of crafts and creating. James played his little instruments which sounded amazing! I had some pesto pasta with plenty of wine. We stayed to watch Nizlopi and then headed back to James' for sleep. i was soo tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Sunday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed into town to Brick Lane to have a root around the market. it was incredible. so London and scary but so fab! i love it when the fruit people shout... "5 Bananas for £1!" its what you expect on Eastenders! james was going to borrow my guitar so i had to hurry but then all of a sudden i see a dress. Pink, 50's, Lace, Puff skirt. Perfect for Lucy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm sarah, do you mind grabbing my guitar?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nooo" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was left alone in the gorgeous vintage shop surrounded by amazing 50s dresses galore! i tried on the pink dress. ok £75 is alot of money and i was just convinced it wasnt going to fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.. it fit me like a glove. so Lucy walked out of the vintage shop with a £75 dress. shockk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to go meet James and when i got to Bethnal Green i realise id forgotten the train tickets for the tour.. oh no.. only 2 hours until we have to be on the train. i rush and leave the venue. I got the tickets after running right across London. then i head straight to waterloo for the 16:35 train to southampton. I waited for James... but no sign of him. we should of been on the train. then over walked a very out of breathe looking James. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah by half an hour. so i bought some more tickets that cost £60! you know after buying a dress and feeling guilty i then waste £60 on tickets!! but james managed to get the money back so it cant all be bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did the gig, got really drunk, slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Monday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a horrible sleep. James took up all the bed. but i forgave him coz i do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed all the way to Bristol and went to check into our "hotel" on the way the taxi driver said "hey 2 stabbings here last week" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh my gosh! we went inside and the guys said "your in the luxury room" fucking luxury. whatever! whats not luxury! it was horrible i could of cried. mouldy walls, dirty bed sheets, when you walk out of the room your faced with a pubs beer garden. its your worst nightmare! apparently its popular for druggies and alcoholics. The gig went well, nice crowd. The support band was weird. Someone was talking at the back and he stopped and went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"could you please stop interupting us while were making art. Either shutup or get out and die or something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant say that, i was shocked. drannk more wine, chatted and slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Tuesday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good sleep. James didnt. I cant believe i slept well. On a friggin' rock bed. haha we went round some charity shops then got the train to High Wycombe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a gig, drank wine, slept, proper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Sarah and went shopping.. again.. then James cooked me the most amazing meal. thankyou James the Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Thursday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a meal and it was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for such a lovely time everyone!x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4032099950944864298?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4032099950944864298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4032099950944864298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4032099950944864298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4032099950944864298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/toury.html' title='TOURY'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6124910394285239799</id><published>2008-09-22T12:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:22:15.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella, Ella and more Ella</title><content type='html'>Ella Fitzgerald is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i do in the shop and at home is listen to Ella, every single song seems to work for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Very Thought of You" is an appropriate song at the moment. i have it on repeat and it makes things seems so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im recording some new new new songs. might even make a little c.d but we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty stressful, I got to the shop and a woman runs over and says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, are you the lady that owns the vintage shop?"&lt;br /&gt;"why yes i am" i reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, loads of people have been in your shop and noone seems to be there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF i get in the shop and the door is open and the lights are on... some things are on the floor... hmhm the only people that have keys are me, my mum and dorethy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call dorethy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooh yes, i must of left the door open, i came in at 10am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmhm what time is it now... 1:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooo 3 and a half hours of people coming in.. thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily nothing was taken! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, love, love, bastard love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6124910394285239799?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6124910394285239799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6124910394285239799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6124910394285239799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6124910394285239799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/ella-ella-and-more-ella.html' title='Ella, Ella and more Ella'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2759610393849424142</id><published>2008-09-20T18:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:04:37.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Dresses and wine</title><content type='html'>.... that basically sums my life up. 3 words that make me so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive just got back from London and i feel weird. Ive never really been keen on London, its too busy for me and it makes me all panicy. but somehow spending 3 days there has opened a door. Drinking wine every night and shopping in London is soo amazing and its certainly now like up here, you cant really do that, well you can but its not the same. what your old mans pubs and shit shops? its not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant see myself living there. but can.. eek. hmh the big problems are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, i have a shop which i cant just leave&lt;br /&gt;2, paying rent at silly prices when i could buy loads of dresses would depress me&lt;br /&gt;3, id miss my mum and fifi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but to be with your friends is it worth leaving these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it reallly difficult to make decisions and ive started doing this questionairre to myself haha is that really sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got on the train to todmorden i was like... oooohh i want to be in London. with james and sarah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just all so typical.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2759610393849424142?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2759610393849424142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2759610393849424142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2759610393849424142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2759610393849424142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-dresses-and-wine.html' title='Love, Dresses and wine'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6484428002919653319</id><published>2008-09-14T20:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:25:54.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>but...</title><content type='html'>thank the lord james is in my life otherwise id be dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6484428002919653319?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6484428002919653319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6484428002919653319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6484428002919653319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6484428002919653319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/but.html' title='but...'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2982146233363213007</id><published>2008-09-14T11:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:55:10.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh</title><content type='html'>Been watching soo many romantic films and i feel pretty funny. its quite sad how romance is dead. no more gents, no more "proper" romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was in the shop yesterday and she wanted an outfit to wear for her 60th anniversery. she got married in 1948 and shes still married. proper in love. whats happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id easily run away to Paris with someone i love. but hmh maybe that's just me. maybe im the only person who will drop everything for romance. i think so, I've never really met anyone whos like that! maybe I'm going to be alone forever, in Paris. id quite like that actually. with a few chickens and guinea pigs! very Doris day don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i keep writing my songs about how romance has gone and how i love love, do you think someone will relate to them and that's how ill meet the man of my dreams? or is that completely stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; i shouldn't be so desperate for it haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; i should ban anything romantic (ie - movies, music and my songs) that way i wont think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; i should fall head over heels for some and try and get them to break my heart. that way ill hate romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; i should live in the middle of nowhere with no contact to men or anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; i should just listen to this song all the time even tho i cant understand a word. that's best really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;word of the weeek&lt;/span&gt; - maybe, maybe, maybe, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMUedRUJ_HA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2982146233363213007?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2982146233363213007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2982146233363213007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2982146233363213007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2982146233363213007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahhh.html' title='ahhh'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5899321243695748371</id><published>2008-09-10T19:01:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:03:49.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely lovely time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXcjKa-II/AAAAAAAAAYo/TRjIPsrw-_E/s1600-h/n204504352_33913971_7426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXcjKa-II/AAAAAAAAAYo/TRjIPsrw-_E/s400/n204504352_33913971_7426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467545315670146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I played a gig at this most amazing house. Having set off at 8am to get the the party i was drained. I waited for the guys out of you&amp;me for a taxi but they were late and i was freezing so i headed straight there. I turned up to the place worried about what it was going to be like but luckily it was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXk_IWITI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kEP7bkPwBwc/s1600-h/n204504352_33913970_6467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXk_IWITI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kEP7bkPwBwc/s400/n204504352_33913970_6467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467690262110514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Buns, Pimms, Lovely people and it was just fab. I played in a barn! Everyone were painting inside the barn which was amazing. Ilyas (the guy who's house it was) is so lovely. He looked after me alot and fed me buns (or in other words, fairy cakes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgYCqGPunI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ljJWosej34k/s1600-h/n204504352_33913974_153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgYCqGPunI/AAAAAAAAAY4/ljJWosej34k/s400/n204504352_33913974_153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244468200012233330" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh Ilyas i love your buns..... I say&lt;br /&gt;my buns... He replies&lt;br /&gt;yeah they are just so amazing&lt;br /&gt;oh, you can have a pack if you want.... He says&lt;br /&gt;you have packets of them?.... I say shocked&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. erm.. are we going on about the same thing?.... Ilyas says&lt;br /&gt;yeah the fairy cakes.. you know buns..&lt;br /&gt;oh lucy, i thought you meant the bread buns.. the tea cakes.....He says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXVScvVyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lLuTFYYXbX4/s1600-h/n204504352_33913121_1470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXVScvVyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/lLuTFYYXbX4/s400/n204504352_33913121_1470.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244467420570015522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes so good at art, look at how accurate he has my picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgWgDELG7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/k362E5WINGs/s1600-h/n204504352_33914187_274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgWgDELG7I/AAAAAAAAAYY/k362E5WINGs/s400/n204504352_33914187_274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466505907379122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah had the best time and i think ill go and see him and eat BUNS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had some fun this week.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and things like this make me feel lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgWQrzZdHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oLkHk8pYDqg/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgWQrzZdHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oLkHk8pYDqg/s400/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466241964962930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5899321243695748371?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5899321243695748371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5899321243695748371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5899321243695748371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5899321243695748371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovely-lovely-time.html' title='Lovely lovely time!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SMgXcjKa-II/AAAAAAAAAYo/TRjIPsrw-_E/s72-c/n204504352_33913971_7426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6935411874010431162</id><published>2008-09-03T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:50:07.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Elephants Hobby</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Im impatient all the time, &lt;br /&gt;My heads messed up but someday Ill be fine, &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I bite my nails and Im quite weak, &lt;br /&gt;I promise Ill grow them they'll look magnifique&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I listen to Ella all the time, &lt;br /&gt;I try and sing along but sometimes mime,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I like drinking lots of wine, &lt;br /&gt;But I like grapes they are so Devine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to live is on a boat, &lt;br /&gt;Live in Paris and eat cheese galore,&lt;br /&gt;All I want is arms to hold, &lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love me till Im old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i like watching old movies,&lt;br /&gt;They make me cry and you go in a tiff,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about my love for charity shops, &lt;br /&gt;would you rather me wear Primark or Topshop,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I ask for lifts all the time,&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy a car but you keep saying I'll die, &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I say sorry all the time,&lt;br /&gt;I just won't speak and that would suit you fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6935411874010431162?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6935411874010431162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6935411874010431162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6935411874010431162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6935411874010431162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/elephants-hobby.html' title='An Elephants Hobby'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4566003445746392722</id><published>2008-09-03T08:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:45:21.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Went out</title><content type='html'>on Monday night. it was brilliant. thankyou for everyone who came! it was lovely seeing you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love dancing at Revolver, its just how it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah lost her phone and spent most of the day moaning about loosing it. then all of a sudden i heard this alarm go off. it was her phone, tucked away in her bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing some recordings next week, new songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also check my gigs, got some you southerners night be interested in!x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4566003445746392722?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4566003445746392722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4566003445746392722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4566003445746392722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4566003445746392722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-out.html' title='Went out'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4710029837698316410</id><published>2008-09-01T14:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:52:36.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Lucy</title><content type='html'>isnt the easiest thing and im sorry for people who put up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so impatient, really really bad. i cant wait. even waiting for a bus, i make sure i walk to the next bus stop so it wastes time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im either high or low, when things upset me, they really upset me and when im happy im over the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make something everyday, i cant go through a day without some creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is my life. i play her non stop. without her im nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant relax, i have to be up and about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this explains why ive all of a sudden become single. i wouldnt class myself as single tho, it just doesnt sound right. hmh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my boyfriend for over a year and well, here i am again, single &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a funny feeling that im going to be alone for quite a long time. i dont know who the hell can put up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess im sorry alec, i cant change who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4710029837698316410?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4710029837698316410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4710029837698316410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4710029837698316410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4710029837698316410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-lucy.html' title='Being Lucy'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8267031472409728575</id><published>2008-08-31T23:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:09:55.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy says</title><content type='html'>"i will listen to Ella Fitzgerald, even if you dont want me to! i will, i will"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8267031472409728575?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8267031472409728575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8267031472409728575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8267031472409728575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8267031472409728575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucy-says.html' title='Lucy says'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4203665977389620186</id><published>2008-08-25T18:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:50:18.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonders of Paris</title><content type='html'>Paris has been life changing, i keep thinking if i should move there. leave everything but its kind of impossible with the shop and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it should just be a dream.. but surely you should follow your dreams! hmh tricky one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is the place for me im afraid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4203665977389620186?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4203665977389620186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4203665977389620186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4203665977389620186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4203665977389620186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/wonders-of-paris.html' title='The wonders of Paris'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3048787459341420319</id><published>2008-08-23T19:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:41:15.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, my eye and slippers</title><content type='html'>Been to Paris for the first time ever and it was my best time ever! i had such a wonderful time. i love the lifestyle, drinking coffee and people watching. i watch the pigeons tho coz i love pigeons. i was abit gutted about Belle Ville. was expecting the Triplettes, the guy on the bike.. the dog.. singing dancing rendez-vous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, its the best place in the world and if i didnt have a shop id be over ther in a shot. id have a bar job and no money because i spend all my wage on rent and coffee. ideal. Need to kinda learn french tho. didnt really impress a guy when i said "bonsour!" in the morning! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today been awful.. went to a house party last minute and well i gulped the wine down like ther was no tomorrow. woke up fully dressed with a swollen eye. looked like id been punched. so i stumbled to the shop, put my slippers on and starting going on about how much i look like the hunchback of notre dame. hmh whats his name... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad Im home. Listening the Death cab, it all came back to me last night. I used to LOOOOVE Death Cab!Ive got them on repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyway, got some gigs waiting to be confirmed. mini tour end of sept? downnn saaaawf... got some salad too! lol meaning James the Cat playing some magic on my songs! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONSSOOOOOUUR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3048787459341420319?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3048787459341420319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3048787459341420319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3048787459341420319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3048787459341420319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/paris-my-eye-and-slippers.html' title='Paris, my eye and slippers'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8347748514328984218</id><published>2008-08-13T22:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:38:31.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping right on that band wagon</title><content type='html'>with loving Noah and the Whale. but i dont give a shit coz they are amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive made some bags today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/jhx00/?action=view&amp;current=lucybag-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/jhx00/lucybag-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also went to a animal auction.. dont know why but i did and got upset with myself. all the little birds and little rabbits kept in those cages. no wonder im a fucking veggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a cute little instrument today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SKNUGrO0hSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hMxV9nbxovU/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SKNUGrO0hSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hMxV9nbxovU/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234119665595483426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8347748514328984218?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8347748514328984218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8347748514328984218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8347748514328984218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8347748514328984218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumping-right-on-that-band-wagon.html' title='Jumping right on that band wagon'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SKNUGrO0hSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/hMxV9nbxovU/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3586719684886850144</id><published>2008-08-12T23:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:23:50.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Chill and being a Bee!</title><content type='html'>Big chill was good. im not a festival kinda person anymore tho, i cant just lie ther drinking beer and relaxing. its impossible... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got back alive with poorly arms coz i was dragging a massive wheely basket and no wasp stings! woohoo! didnt really drink much, baring in mind it only takes a glass of wine to get me pissed no wonder i didnt. i drank one night and ended up throwing up for 1 hour! my best friend sarah managed to loose her wrist band and mobile. brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much news really.. got a few vids up atm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this one in a huuge garden.. please try and ignore the flower hitting me in the face bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKavxWeTXkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKavxWeTXkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, got back from london last night, i played a gig for Hungamunga, it was a dress up as animals event. i was a bee. obvvvssss... had some bad news. Olivia the owl has gone missing. its really upsetting. i actually feel like crying and the thing is.. every single day i search my entire room hoping shes going to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/jhx00/?action=view&amp;current=lostolivia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w168/jhx00/lostolivia.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have the chance please try and get this poster out. thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some new songs to record and videos to be done so keep an eye out!!xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3586719684886850144?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3586719684886850144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3586719684886850144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3586719684886850144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3586719684886850144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-chill-and-being-bee.html' title='Big Chill and being a Bee!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8810868195214012521</id><published>2008-07-24T23:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:37.826Z</updated><title type='text'>patch patch patch</title><content type='html'>work quilt. i bought a silk 1931 patchwork quilt from an antique centre the other day and it needs work. ive been sat in most nights sewing patches onto it.. last night my mums friend came round and had a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ey up luce, fancy a glass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nah, im alright..." i reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec. how old am i? im 20 years old and its like im some kind of loser. my mum has more fun than me. my dad has more fun that me. my grandma even has more fun than me... never mind the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im playing at Big chill next weekend and ive already packed my stuff. thats not what festivals are like. you pack lastminute.com&lt;br /&gt;or you dont even pack. not a fucking week before i set off. ive never been like this. its only since ive had the shop.. got to have everything in order. and if i forget anything.. golly the world is ending. maybe im suffering from OCD. maybe im thinking too much... hmh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i share the shop with a lovely lady called dorethy. Here is a picture of her when she got her scarf knitted into a sock knitting machine. it made us laugh quite alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SIkA2sq5UWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bdSilpCUsUs/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SIkA2sq5UWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bdSilpCUsUs/s400/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226709782244184418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot (as i call her) is moving out of the shop in October. its going to be awful because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. she makes a good bru&lt;br /&gt;2. she alters things like a whippet&lt;br /&gt;3. she has taught me things from scratch (dress making and crocheting)&lt;br /&gt;4. shes pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah its going to be weird without her (am i making out shes dying or something??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh shes going to look after her grandchildren and yeah mother and i will be alone in the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong were going to have plenty of parties!!!! wooohooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! going away for a few days to relax in a poolxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8810868195214012521?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8810868195214012521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8810868195214012521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8810868195214012521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8810868195214012521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/patch-patch-patch.html' title='patch patch patch'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SIkA2sq5UWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/bdSilpCUsUs/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7309759649050030952</id><published>2008-07-16T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:11:08.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy, happy, happy</title><content type='html'>Just want to say thankyou to my first ever stalker and CONGRATS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are you lucky bugger!!&lt;br /&gt;looks like somebody has got alot of time on ther hands hey!&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all my fans who have to see that discusting face but any publicity is good publicity right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week has been ace. managed to write a song about a rabbit called rupert. recorded it and shiz so ill be making a funn vid on a similar line to bumble bee this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna continue to write songs about animals because they are amazing, i tried to write a love song the other day but it just didnt work! i have enough anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7309759649050030952?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7309759649050030952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7309759649050030952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7309759649050030952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7309759649050030952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-happy-happy.html' title='happy, happy, happy'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3667881916989635599</id><published>2008-07-12T09:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:27:10.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>silly silly silly silly lucy</title><content type='html'>On wednesday night i had a gig in London. but the next day i had to be on a train to Leeds at 6am to do some filming for the BBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been well at all. im never usually ill but my nose is blocked and i cant hear a think. luckily i even did the gig if im totally honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not only have i got this hurendus cold i feel sick. no im not preggers! i just feel like being sick, watching this video doesnt help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube. com/watch?v=8MgR1mHxeVU&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i think ther is a bug going round coz i just dont feel like Lucy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... i woke up on thursday at 5am.. rushed to get ready then set off the get the train.. on the way i reaslise i forgot my phone.. doesnt help really coz i had to wait for a phone call. so i go back to the hotel and eventually when i got to the train station i see my train just going, i attempt to run but usually they dont stop. why make the train late because of a stupid girl with a guitar! so i fucked everything up in the world and now everyone has fallen out with me. i usually dont let people down at all so im sorry for everything, i am rock and roll actually im not. haha i would be if i didnt sleep and took loads of drugs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - please leave tht vid loads of horrible comments. sick sick sick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3667881916989635599?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3667881916989635599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3667881916989635599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3667881916989635599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3667881916989635599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/silly-silly-silly-silly-lucy.html' title='silly silly silly silly lucy'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1941462309006963293</id><published>2008-07-03T18:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:38:26.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs and boooobies</title><content type='html'>Ive had such a busy week/weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shop has been well busy coz the festival has been on but ive got some good news. the bbc want to include my song in there shop.. kinda like the theme tune which is lovely not only that but im going to be an extra as a fan of my own song... not only that i have to get my bra out for her to sign my top! crazy or what but anyway the only reason im really writing something is because i have this great idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do some kind of evening of cocktails, buns, old magazines, tea cups and completly dressing up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloves, handbags, posh frocks, red lipstick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically £6 entry, and everything free. also... 20% off gonna sort it out for a months time.. so ill get tickets sorted and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1941462309006963293?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1941462309006963293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1941462309006963293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1941462309006963293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1941462309006963293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/songs-and-boooobies.html' title='Songs and boooobies'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1037282424527006539</id><published>2008-06-29T22:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:20:26.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco Chanel and hair bleach</title><content type='html'>Ive been in the shop all week and i totally forgot that Hebden Bridge "arts" festival was on. when i got to the shop today i was like :( coz it was sunday and i like wearing my pjs on sundays... hmh maybe i should wear them for work. maybe id scare people off.... maybe thats a good thing lol anyway.. as i was in the shop i heard all kinds of things going on.. totally crazy brass band playing away and not only that as i was walking to the shop through the square what to i see right in front of me. a pig.. on a spit.. yeah thats right.. hebden bridge being all veggie and save the trees. maybe not.. maybe ive got it all wrong and its not all "organic and nice to the earth" but yeah this pig looked discusting.. it looked plastic and horrible. i actually felt like vomiting. thats how bad it was.. but i didnt vomit which was good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had this most lovely couple in from london. she was soo into the stuff i was selling which makes a change from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where do you get yr stuff from?"&lt;br /&gt;"do people actually wear this stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;"can you reduce this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah ive been having loads of fun. i bought loads of classic films from amazon and they have totally inspired me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that i havent really got much to say. not many gigs or anything!! ooops!!xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1037282424527006539?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1037282424527006539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1037282424527006539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1037282424527006539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1037282424527006539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/coco-chanel-and-hair-bleach.html' title='Coco Chanel and hair bleach'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7989040570929523779</id><published>2008-06-15T21:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:54:09.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid fucking dry cleaners</title><content type='html'>sick to death of shitty drycleaners. why cant they do the job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year i sold a reese dress online, it was silk and lovely but it had a little mark on it... took it to the dry cleaners as you do.. and got it back to find no mark has come out. i took it home and washed it in cold water to find... oh gosh, the mark came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought come on luce although it cost like £18 next time itll be better coz if i go to somewhere local and not some shitty franchise then they will do a better job.. so i took this dress i made in to a local one in hebden (where my shop is)it has a red wine mark on the front obbvvvs lol but wine usually comes out if you wash it properly. like soak it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got it back and it smells nor looks any fucking different well apart from a little ticket safty pinned onto it. the robbing bastards. i dont believe in dry cleaners, i think its bull shit. you clean something when its wet not fucking dry.. you dont just like dry wash dishes do you.. youd proberly get really ill. cant they see it makes no sence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think they are so clever knowing different types of materials when they dont really. they just sit there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went on holiday and it was ammazing. good to be back xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7989040570929523779?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7989040570929523779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7989040570929523779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7989040570929523779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7989040570929523779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-fucking-dry-cleaners.html' title='stupid fucking dry cleaners'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6170839588379554693</id><published>2008-06-04T09:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:16:53.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dressing like a cat with a bird in my hair</title><content type='html'>i mean come on.... what cat has a friggin bird in ther hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good weekend in london doing a gig for my lovely friend ben! you and me were top bananas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in the shop most of the time... getting pissed off with the ladies who dress as 40s and walk around towns coz theyve got nothing better to do in ther life. well lets just say they arnt really into 40s... really, they just have lots of money and want to spend it all and get theyre youth back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello, it that lucy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why yes it is... can i help"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well me and my husband are outside your shop.. where are you..?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, its 4:50 and im going home for my tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, weve come along way and well we were expecting you to be in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmmh, i do have a life outsside my shop and sorry im not in and im not coming in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, were after 40s stuff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who isnt, i havent got any in" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jane who works upstairs let her in.... blooody hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came in in the morning i noticed a letter on my desk saying something like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"obv no luck..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why leave me a letter saying that. the thing is i told her i dont have any because i dont want to bring in my gorgeous utility marked 40s stuff for overweight women to try on and damage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got a feeling im going to become one of those shop owners who are like... exxcuse me what are you doing in my shop..haha... im going on holiday on saturday.... i cant fucking wait. going to spain for a swim. we were going to go to like paris or something but i fanciied a proper relax! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right i best go, ill write something soon when i remember what ive done!!xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6170839588379554693?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6170839588379554693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6170839588379554693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6170839588379554693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6170839588379554693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/dressing-like-cat-with-bird-in-my-hair.html' title='dressing like a cat with a bird in my hair'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2284654884616739447</id><published>2008-05-23T08:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T08:59:33.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ive had such a strange week</title><content type='html'>im in a well good mood, its like 8:45 and im raring to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried booking some train tickets online the other day and it kept on saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR CARD IS DENIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo i kept doing it incase my details were entered wrong... not only that i was booking my trains pretty late so i was panicing at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my bank to ask what the fuck was going on and they were like "you have no money in your account" hmh this is odd. i checked my account today and i had money in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she said... a large sum of money has come out of your account today.... ehh... she was like.. of the same amount £30 8 times... ohhh myyyy goddd!! virgin trains you fuckersss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called virgin trains and they were like "your money will be with you in 48 hours" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 hours isnt good enough.... i was shouting my head off..... "I HAVE NO FUCKING MONEY! I NEED TO BOOK A TRAIN TO LONDON AND I NEED TO GET TO WORK YOU FUCKING KNOB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt react what so ever like it had happened loads of times.. so now, im waiting money-less for 48hours. im counting i tell ya and if my money doesnt get to me.. ill go fucking blow the building up... the thing is... how would i get there without any money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that...  i borrowed some money of a friend and put it into my account and i was like "what is my balance now?" and she was like ermm nothing... ehh she was like "you went overdrawn.......!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fuming. its a good job i made a skirt yesterday otherwise id have a nervous break down.. this is what its come to.. im having to make my own clothes coz i cant afford to buy anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ive written a letter of complaint.. :) check me out getting all serious, ive never done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got some good gigs this week, cant wait... its quite strange not doing many gigs, i kinda miss it! xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2284654884616739447?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2284654884616739447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2284654884616739447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2284654884616739447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2284654884616739447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-had-such-strange-week.html' title='ive had such a strange week'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-150853550809008912</id><published>2008-05-20T19:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:06:50.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>teaching and crying</title><content type='html'>its beeen such an emotional week, Ive actually had to go and buy some medicine called "woman's essence" ha ha its homeopathic and apparently it works with women who are stressed out and need to relax. i mean I'm not like incredibly stressed out but a few drops of the woman's essence goes down a treat.. ohh it has brandy in and lots of flowers! the thing is.. I'm only 20 and lots of things are pissing me off. like i don't really go out anymore coz of the shop and tbh, doing gigs is like going out but i miss my friends and the shop is stressful.. whatever you do, if your an artist... never take on something responsible. it wrecks your party life and any kind of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today ive been teaching kids how to write songs. its been difficult but at the end it was such a relief..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was singing a song that some little girls put the lyrics to and a word slightly rhymed with bastard and what does Lucy do, she says bastard.. haha out loud in front of..... 100 kids.  haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go on holiday for a week and try and relax... i think i need it lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-150853550809008912?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/150853550809008912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=150853550809008912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/150853550809008912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/150853550809008912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/teaching-and-crying.html' title='teaching and crying'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4735305257153193109</id><published>2008-05-15T18:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:38.006Z</updated><title type='text'>had a right situation today</title><content type='html'>As i was on my way to the shop with bags of stuff i thought &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooo ill get some money out for some dinner" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got to the cash machine which is on a busy corner..... i could hardly put my card coz the bags were too heavy! then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAASSIVE GUST OF WIND! lucys skirt goes flying up!! baring in mind this is a 50s dress that is cotton... my skirt said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aint no stoppin me, im going!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh my god.. lucys hands were full how the hell does she get her skirt back down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits on the floor!! yes coz people do that! i had no other alternative but to cover my bum and smile! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some woman shouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are ya knickers clean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrm "yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good job!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a disaster! all the men just sat back and smiled. ooh my god! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning i was looking at some fab sewing machines that were built into a table.. my mum was like "no your not having one" i was gutted.. i am 20, i can do what i want but the thing is i need a car for this kinda thing and thats when mums come really really handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got home after work and sulking and being all embarrassed and what does she have for me, a present...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SCx7TxrEKlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VAplPy3Y5aQ/s1600-h/DSC00428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SCx7TxrEKlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VAplPy3Y5aQ/s400/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200667249387776594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says "see, youll have dresses coming out of your ears!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - I'm not being greedy with sewing machines and i did buy one last month but it has broken, yes it was soo cute but well unreliable!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s - please add a new fansite that a lovely girl has built! &lt;a href="http://www.lucy-conroy.com"&gt;www.lucy-conroy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4735305257153193109?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4735305257153193109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4735305257153193109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4735305257153193109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4735305257153193109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-right-situation-today.html' title='had a right situation today'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/SCx7TxrEKlI/AAAAAAAAAX4/VAplPy3Y5aQ/s72-c/DSC00428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3002241273260259528</id><published>2008-05-05T18:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:42:11.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely new friend</title><content type='html'>sooooo, its been pretty hectic. ive been rushing round trying to get everything in order. my priority this week is my shop.. need to make a new sign, get loads of new stock and promote abit. not that its quiet but i havent really been treating it as a business. i do forget how important that shop is to me and tbh, we need to keep hebden bridge stylish with fancy dresses dont we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we have a new person/animal in our family now. he has come from a lovely home and now he lives with us because his mummy isnt well. hes called mac and lets just say his beard is amazing. Fifi hasnt taken to him very well. she keeps on looking at him all grrrr and i can imagaine what song is going through her head. Peggy Lee - Hes tramp. he does actually look like tramp and fi looks like lady! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to London on weds for another session which is amazing but annoying coz london is stressful. ooops. i would probs be better of buying a house ther, id save money ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3002241273260259528?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3002241273260259528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3002241273260259528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3002241273260259528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3002241273260259528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/lovely-new-friend.html' title='lovely new friend'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-602647697902764936</id><published>2008-04-27T18:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:33:58.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GUILDFORD 26/4/08 tired and tired</title><content type='html'>GUILDFORD 26/4/08 tired and tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got woken by a seagul chirping, we felt like death. but another gig to do.. so we headed to Guldford. 1 coach and 2 trains = 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched Lupen Crook, he was brilliant then i did the gig then we went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to bed at 11.30 woke up at 9am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-602647697902764936?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/602647697902764936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=602647697902764936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/602647697902764936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/602647697902764936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/guildford-26408-tired-and-tired.html' title='GUILDFORD 26/4/08 tired and tired'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3938422884509745150</id><published>2008-04-27T18:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:33:38.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CARDIFF - 26/4/08 - shit gig but amazing time</title><content type='html'>CARDIFF - 26/4/08 - shit gig but amazing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for breakfast at the venue and as we walked in they were playing Beans on Toast :) that made me smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after breakfast we headed to the train station.i was thinking hmh maybe i should change my guitar strings, my fingers are really hurting atm so i nipped into a Gtar shop and bought some. in the train station we decided to change the stiring ... i was twiddling away then all of a sudden PPIIINNNGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it snapped, the new guitar string completly snapped. shit. so i called matt and was like ooh nooo... we got some info on Gtar shops in cardiff and scurried theyre when we got off the train. the guy was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah its gonna cost £10 to put them on but they are really shit strings... they will snap easily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up paying £26 for new strings. brilliant. thats starvation for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the hotel had an arguement with the manager then went to the venue. it was quite big, well for me it was. i was headlining Cardiff Barfly on a friday night. how stttrange. we went for tea i had pea soup sarah had a tuna butty then i played, hated everything about it but at least its done! later on we (the bands and us) sat backstage in this tiny room just playing guitar and singing... it was magical. i loved it lots. the room was so small and it was chocka with about 18 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock...knock...knock.. someone was at the dooor... i go answer it... and ther were stood 3 old men. just holding a massive poster with me on it, 4 red red wine singles and tickets to the gig. ehh... hmh i was flattered... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to sign everything... then they went.. all of a sudden the sound guy ran over and was like... watch out...ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"those men put things on ebay, like autographs and stuff and make profit" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmh how strrrange. like they can make profit out of me. i even struggle getting people coming to my gigs. oh well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we went to a club. danced, drank, talked, sang. it was quite funny.. the bands were all there and we all just sat around this little table tapping stuff and playing air guitar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the club we all went to get a taxi to go to a house party. when the taxi came we all tried getting into it.. im talking 15 lads and me and sarah... squashing into this 5 seater taxi.. just to take the piss.. then as i got in he started to drive with the door open... then i fell out and tumbled to the ground like i was in the army or something. we all got to the houseparty safe and i put on a straw hat. it got to 6am and it was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh i have a gig tomorrow lol best get to bed. i mean the only thing i was doing was sitting theyre with this silly hat on singing to the beatles but changing the words to "chom" then everyone started to do it... that was fun.. then i started to pretend i was a crab and people were crabbing it aswell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set off to the hotel and 2 members from hot rocket were like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we have nowhere to stay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah and i had 2 rooms booked at the hotel so we gave the other to the 2 lads called mole and ben. sarah and i shared a single bed. lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to bed at 6.30 and woke up at 8am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3938422884509745150?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3938422884509745150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3938422884509745150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3938422884509745150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3938422884509745150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/cardiff-26408-shit-gig-but-amazing-time.html' title='CARDIFF - 26/4/08 - shit gig but amazing time'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1820486057597701715</id><published>2008-04-26T15:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:33:04.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25/4/08 - Porter Cellar Bar - Good morning &amp; hello bath, fancy a bath?</title><content type='html'>After an amazing gig we headed home because it got all abit too much. i fell asleep and so did sarah! in the morning i was woken to rain. i hate rain and not only that i dont think casey would be good in rain at all. we got of the bus trying to hold u an umbrella and i managed to nearly kill some mad woman by pocking the pointy bit.. (its a vintage umbrella) into her stomach... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weve just managed to get the train. its nice and quiet but it was hard work... we had to get 2. then we nearly missed the second. GOLLY GOSHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now in the Porter Cellar Bar, weve had veggie burgers and a glass of wine. its only 6 o clock i better not drink musch more... considering im on in 4 hours! were feeling dead emotional, the bar man has just put on Bright Eyes  and its brought back loads of memories. first day of my life and lua, its kinda what i listened to when i was growing up through high school! perrrrfect musicc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gig went well, noisy but some people were listening. its weird, the venue has to be perfect, its all about where the bar is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to do an interview before i went on, a video interview... this icelandic man was messing with the camera going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is da camera on her eyes?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and when the interview got going he was asking me questions like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"soo.... vwat are your family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically he asked me what family i have.. which is odd. i replied "mums great, sisters great. dads great, brothers a chav and likes to wear evisu" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he asked "whats your aim?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want to have the god effect on people.. like god makes people happy, and i want to do the same"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh they just stopped and kind of nodded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the gig.. the interview man went over to sarah and asked how i was about 4 times... so lets just say it was odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gulping down 3 bottles of wine we headed to a club called "back to mine" it was so confusing coz one minute everyone was like lets go to the club, then theyd say "lets go back to mine" and it was like ehh, thought you wanted to go to a club..... lol it was ace, abit weird but hey. sarah got her bum pinched actually sarah described it as... more of a grope! so yeah sarah got harrased. not only that it was a woman. haha we took a seat later on and the lesbian was like "oh my god i need a shag! id shag anything" haha discusting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to bed at 5am.and woke up at 8am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1820486057597701715?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1820486057597701715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1820486057597701715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1820486057597701715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1820486057597701715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/25408-porter-cellar-bar-good-morning.html' title='25/4/08 - Porter Cellar Bar - Good morning &amp; hello bath, fancy a bath?'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2203597208672023731</id><published>2008-04-24T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:55:04.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23/4/08 - Baby Simple - Oxford</title><content type='html'>yes daddy bought me a ralph lauren shirt today.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it started of in manchester, we went to the platform with casey the case and got on the train. casey is really silly, hes really picky about walking on pavements, lets just say if he doesnt like it, he wont walk. theyre is something about vintage cases, yeah reliable but hard work. if i was to buy a new one it would break so is it worth the hassle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we plonked ourselves on the train and got comfortable until.... a man sat across from us and pulled out this HUGE bottle of Lambrini! i looked at sarah like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for fuccckkk sakkke" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was gulping it down, then he was like ..... so your laptop... is it any good? and i thought, wait a sec, this man could pinch this laptop if i say its good. so i just nodded hoping he was too drunk to understand.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched a film "how to steal a million" and he kept on looking over trying to get our attention to talk... but i was having non of it. i just blanked him completly. the drunk man went off to the toilet for ages and he came back in a really spaced out mood. i think he took some heroin. i thought lovely start to the journey! if its not a woman pissing on the train... which is what happened when we were on the way back from brighton... its a fucking smacked up alcoholic! brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so lovely oxford, its so typical. the guys with theyre long golden locks and polo shirts that daddy bought them. i mean not everyone is like that but i love seeing people like that. it makes me thinkk... aaahh oxxford...its like when you come to bacup and you see the chavy smackheads, you think ahh bacup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we are safe and sound in our hotel.. which is in the middle of nowhere...... yep casey didnt like that. but yeah safe and yeah lets hope the gig will go really well and everything will be easy-going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for tea we went to an italian called Marios... it was so italian it was brilliant and not only that they were playing the godfather soundtrack! intense!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2203597208672023731?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2203597208672023731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2203597208672023731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2203597208672023731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2203597208672023731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/23408-baby-simple-oxford.html' title='23/4/08 - Baby Simple - Oxford'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2075548598201250363</id><published>2008-04-22T16:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:09:01.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day before the gigs</title><content type='html'>so today im going to teach my songs to a guy called cliff.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandolin pete cant play at my single launch so cliff is taking over! lets hope hes as good hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golly gosh, its so funny ... i cant believe i got down my little 50s red case from the attic. using that on tour is going to be so friggin stressful, it makes me laugh but i dont think i will be laughing when i get home. not only that ive just carried my guitar like for 10 mins and im knackered! golly gosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to get away and see lots of different towns.. ok ok your proberly thinking..shes not even playing many gigs, which is true but.. travelling around on trains is a different story! its alright for all you bands who just have a guy to drive you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well looking forward to my single launch! im bringing my shop and ill be giving you all tea and buns! lovely!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2075548598201250363?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2075548598201250363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2075548598201250363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2075548598201250363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2075548598201250363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-before-gigs.html' title='Day before the gigs'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1689944269057485224</id><published>2008-04-21T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:55:28.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of gigs and well</title><content type='html'>they have gone pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did London Luminaire, then played Brighton it was amazing. we ate pitta on the beach and threw stones at people. the gig went good but it was quiet. i played in Manchester on a stage at the Urbis which was a blooody jokee! then we headed to Reading for a full band show at the Oakford social. that was pretty good but i could hear myself. my friend Sarah and i made a video for Lucys Opinion which looks ammmazing.. thanksss love! it was fun although i ate some halal meat bon bons.. ewww!! then i played Radio 1 with Mandolin Pete. it was fun! then Leeds with the band. that was ace altough it was quiet. after that was the most amazing experience ever! i played Camden Crawl.. it was incredible. it was dead busy and soo amazing, thankyou for the support. after that i came home to play to about 5 people in york. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im so blunt. im soo bloody busy!ill post up pictures!! xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also going to do lots of gigs and ive brought a vintage cases with me that has wheels. its fucking hurendus. sarah and i are going to really struggle! lol x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1689944269057485224?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1689944269057485224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1689944269057485224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1689944269057485224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1689944269057485224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/loads-of-gigs-and-well.html' title='Loads of gigs and well'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6745116792084022042</id><published>2008-04-04T09:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:22:53.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Playlist of the year</title><content type='html'>here are my favorite songs atm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Curreri - Letting us be&lt;br /&gt;- Andrew Bird - Imitosis&lt;br /&gt;- Sarah Vaughan - When your lover has gone&lt;br /&gt;- Kings of Convinience - Id rather dance&lt;br /&gt;- I can make a mess like nobodies business - The happiness money cant buy&lt;br /&gt;- Biffy Clyro - with aplomb&lt;br /&gt;- Bright Eyes - True Blue&lt;br /&gt;- Rusted Roots - send me on my way&lt;br /&gt;- Dusy - spoooky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loads more but its early and i need to catch a shitty bus with my shitty hair and people will think im a boy no matter how much makeup i have on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6745116792084022042?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6745116792084022042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6745116792084022042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6745116792084022042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6745116792084022042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-playlist-of-year.html' title='My Playlist of the year'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2487832027711296088</id><published>2008-04-02T22:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:31:26.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>complete disaster</title><content type='html'>today i went to Barber John to get my hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really needed my roots doing so when he cut it was odd. it was like long on top and short at the sides.. i kind of looked like i was going into the army or something. you know what i mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home it was like right, lets dye my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum usually does it which is ace. its saves me loads of money and yeah i hate making conversation to hairdressers. totally nosy bastards ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i had the dye on it was killing me, talk about burning. i thought my head was going to blow off. so after 1 hours pain i washed it off. colour was great but my hair looked abit shit. no style whatsoever. so i got some scissors and cut it off. now its loads better! xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2487832027711296088?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2487832027711296088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2487832027711296088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2487832027711296088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2487832027711296088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/complete-disaster.html' title='complete disaster'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7664691705590432116</id><published>2008-04-01T20:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:59:23.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>t-t-t-teaching</title><content type='html'>yeah thats right. today i taught loads of kids how to write songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding heck, i was nervous to hell but i managed to make things fun! i nearly swore a few times but i didnt so woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so busy atm, its crap... i love being busy but i miss my boyfriend ha does that sound really cheesy? i guess so. wish i could go to france and just lie in a field. with sheep and stuff walking about. or maybe sit on a boat... thatd be ace. i love boats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite a few gigs next week so thats gonna be exciting! london, brighton and erm sheffield. i liked sheffield.... its a nice little venue! so hopefully ill see y'all there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope the london and brighton isnt like woodstock again. those  crowds are just too much for me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7664691705590432116?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7664691705590432116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7664691705590432116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7664691705590432116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7664691705590432116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-t-t-teaching.html' title='t-t-t-teaching'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6965933162029033535</id><published>2008-03-30T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:28:32.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnley bandstand and shit</title><content type='html'>Well on Saturday i was about to close the shop because i had a gig on Burnley Band stand. the only reason we were doing it was because channel 4 asked us. i was pretty nervous. not only was it my first ever gig with the band but my family were coming to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we got there. it was fucking pissing it down, what a joke, i brought my little sister and yeah i was trying to smile and stuff but i couldnt. say played and they dealt with it soo professionally. i was like :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time to go on the piss wet through bandstand the main guy came over and was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"s'cuse me love. can you do just like 2 songs. the equipment has gone bust and like it wont work..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you kidding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, theyres a dry sop on the stage" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the band laughed. i just sulked and just stood up ready to go and play a gig in front of noone!! pointless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the guy was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh forget it, lets go.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they packed up. thank god i didnt play, i would of cried or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday im playing an assembly then moving to a library to teach 40 kids how to songwrite! talk about amazing. never had a lesson or taught so its well flattering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6965933162029033535?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6965933162029033535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6965933162029033535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6965933162029033535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6965933162029033535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/burnley-bandstand-and-shit.html' title='Burnley bandstand and shit'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3467207258049457518</id><published>2008-03-27T20:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:38.615Z</updated><title type='text'>birmingham and close to death</title><content type='html'>well ive had a couple of hectic gigs.. last night i played birmingham.. never been before and it was odd. such a confusing town. i just didnt understand all the shopping centres. how many? erm 1,800...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-wHTniojRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ff-mGiNmgT0/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-wHTniojRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ff-mGiNmgT0/s320/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182525304809753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i got to the venue and it was awful. they're is something about Carling Academys -  its just cold and horrible. not only that, ther was about 9 people that turned up(i took a picture of the que next door). The stage was quite big and in front of me was a huge barrier for all the rockers. completly pointless. i could barly see over it, it was hurendus!! i felt like a dick.. and olivia couldnt see, so i had to tie her to a mic stand so she could see everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-_1t3iojSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oAOGYBMJgVI/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-_1t3iojSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/oAOGYBMJgVI/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183631864478862626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the night before, i played the night n day. cold again. i made a huge mistake and didnt bring olivia on stage, people were clueless when i sang the song, they thought i was completly crazy! so i felt guilty and brought her on. when i finished the gig i asked sarah what time it was... she was like 9.05.. our train was at 9.18 and it was quite a walk... also i had to find the promoter and stuff. so we legged it to the train (it was the last one) i felt like i was dying.. it was like i was in the war running for my life. then we got to the platform.. the funny thing is.. when your running late, and your going to miss the train, the platform your train is on is the furthest away! every fucking time. its either that or they ask to see your tickets at the door! just to piss you off. but yeah, we got it in the end, they just blew the whistle and we jumped on out of breathe and everyone just looked at us in discust. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my latest invention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-_2FXiojTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Ft3OlIvV-qQ/s1600-h/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-_2FXiojTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Ft3OlIvV-qQ/s320/DSC00309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183632268205788466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3467207258049457518?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3467207258049457518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3467207258049457518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3467207258049457518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3467207258049457518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/birmingham-and-close-to-death.html' title='birmingham and close to death'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R-wHTniojRI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ff-mGiNmgT0/s72-c/DSC00288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4329399727286226338</id><published>2008-03-13T19:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:38.682Z</updated><title type='text'>brand new sewing machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R9mJmc8ZIdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/X07rC9JkZCM/s1600-h/DSC00260%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R9mJmc8ZIdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/X07rC9JkZCM/s320/DSC00260%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177320540336628178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when making my lovely dresses ive been using my mums sewing machine. its a good en' but the thing is, i cant get proper stuck in... you know what i mean.. i always think im going to break it and my mum will kill me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year i went into argos to look at the sewing machines and i noticed a cute little one, half the size of a normal machine and £50. i called dorethy... (dorethy is a sewing machine expert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi dorethy, i want to buy this sewing machine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oo dont, it'll fall over when you use it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh so i left it... upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then yesterday i was with my mum and i just thought fuck it, im getting the machine. so we went to argos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home i was smiling my head off. it was in the smallest box ever. i took it out of the box and ther she was beauty and all a machine called sue ready to sew.. haha as small as i dont know. she was tiny and i love her so much, i took her to work with me today and i made a doll. the makes such a silly noise like abit squiky but hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completly addicted to the smiths. when i was younger i went on a mission and bought all the smiths albums, i loved them and then i listened to them too much .. but im addicted again! woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been baking lots of lovely buns, ill have to watch out otherwise i wont be able to fit into my dresses. when i played at josh' gig the other night i could hardly breathe. oops x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4329399727286226338?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4329399727286226338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4329399727286226338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4329399727286226338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4329399727286226338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/brand-new-sewing-machine.html' title='brand new sewing machine'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R9mJmc8ZIdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/X07rC9JkZCM/s72-c/DSC00260%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5207496245452300166</id><published>2008-03-12T10:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:00:07.896Z</updated><title type='text'>busy couple of days</title><content type='html'>Well then what can i say, I'm completly shattered. On thursday night i had a gig in leeds, i was playing at a place called the angels share. Didnt know where it was so i printed out a aa thing and off we went in the car. we got there and it looked quite swish but in a funny way. It reminded me of one of those bars that are on deansgate! soo i played the gig and it wasnt good, people were talking really really loud and i felt like crying. haha usually I'd tell people to be quiet but i couldnt be bothered at all. It was full of late 20s skinhead guys with stone island on. it was such a relief to get away from that place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we went for something to eat accross the road, it was called something like Casa Mia. some kind of italian place. I ordered a veggie lasangne, it came and i was starving so i started to eat it. hmh yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wheres the veg?" I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alec has a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"doesnt look like there isnt any" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get the lady over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, it doesnt look like theyre are any vegetables in this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no ther isnt..." she says chuffed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bitch. how can you make a mistake like that! its like one of the things you can not get wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell her to take it away and cancel the order, after all i felt sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night Alec and i headed to Stoke on Trent to see his mum and hang out at his nice house. it was quite devine. then on Sunday morning.. we headed to Oxford, I've never been to Oxford but we thought it was close to London... hmh nope it was like 2 hours on the train! golly. so we headed to oxford, i didn't know where the venue was at all. i had a look on the internet before we went, just to see what it was like.. alll i got was £1 driiinks, open till 2am... ooh ohh. this is gonna be another one of those gigs isnt it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got there, it was quite grand, nice big buildingsss. oolala.. then we found the venue by asking some kids that looked like students. it was underground and purple. quite nice. i played, and it went well. not many there at all but i think i prefered that. that night we got to sleep at 4 o'clock. mistake of the year! i woke up and i felt like death. i woke up at like 7.30 to get a train at 9am to London. i was so friggin' tired. it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday night i had a gig in London, i was playing at my friend Josh' single launch. i was really excited coz hes quite good. :) quite meaning brill. Don't get offended josh! I got ther and it was lovely but i felt like shit. All day i had been walking around London in all the Vintage shops looking for something to buy just for the sake of it. It was pissing it down all friggin' day and my hair was crap and my shoes were wet. but the sacrifices you make to find a nice dress! well in the end, i didn't find one thing. gutted. but hey i just reminded myself. i have a shop full of clothes, why would i want to be ripped off completly. we found a vintage shop on Porabello road. it was weird. £400 a dress and more. I don't care if its designer. it was like designer but designer 80s. which is crap. if it was like 60s chanel or 50s givinchy then yeah but hmh no versace for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig went really well, some friends came to watch me and it was really lovely. i met cibelle who was brilliant and yeah Josh did a good show. im apsolutly knackered. staying up till 4am really did it for me so ive learnt that an early night is the way forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5207496245452300166?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5207496245452300166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5207496245452300166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5207496245452300166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5207496245452300166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-couple-of-days.html' title='busy couple of days'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7746300971603571481</id><published>2008-03-02T21:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:39.129Z</updated><title type='text'>Litttttle fifi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZeTj9rEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/siJOXd0HWZ0/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZeTj9rEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/siJOXd0HWZ0/s320/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256605403032642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZfDj9rFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hasLmjhhE5o/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZfDj9rFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hasLmjhhE5o/s320/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256618287934546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZfzj9rGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/STCeAiWHfEc/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZfzj9rGI/AAAAAAAAAXI/STCeAiWHfEc/s320/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256631172836450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister and i dressed up little fifi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you proberly think its cruel but she loved it. she was competly still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7746300971603571481?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7746300971603571481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7746300971603571481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7746300971603571481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7746300971603571481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/litttttle-fifi.html' title='Litttttle fifi'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R8sZeTj9rEI/AAAAAAAAAW4/siJOXd0HWZ0/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4733411515731805810</id><published>2008-03-02T21:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:12:08.989Z</updated><title type='text'>what the hell have i been doing all my friggin' life?</title><content type='html'>well then, its been quite a good week. met some people to help me with illistrations and met someone about making a music video for my single coming out. all very interesting people. the thing is they ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so lucy, what are your ideas?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like.. look mate, im a musician... everyone has different jobs for different things.. you know i dont want to take away your creativity. so keep you eyes out for that, im pretty sure its gonna be top banana! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this thursday im playing in leeds, i hope i will have lots of support... hint.. then i go into my shop on friday then on friday night im going to my boyfriends house in stoke on trent for something then on sunday morning i have to goo alll theeee wayyy to OXFORD, after that i quickly head to london, stay at a friends then play a gig the next day then go back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much travelling do you think that is all together? lets just say thank god for trains. imagain getting a bike there. that would be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for my gigs this week i might bring some merch.. it depends on how many dresses i bring. im quite good at carrying. alot of people are like "do you want a hand with that?" hmh no thanksss. once a guy took  picture of my because of how many bags i had. when im carrying loads of bags i always sing "bag lady" by Erykah Badu. makes me feel normal haha you should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i opened the shop, ive never opened the shop on a sunday... it was soo busy! i couldnt believe it. its like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell have i been doing all my friggin' life!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4733411515731805810?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4733411515731805810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4733411515731805810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4733411515731805810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4733411515731805810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-hell-have-i-been-doing-all-my.html' title='what the hell have i been doing all my friggin&apos; life?'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7591175425654342808</id><published>2008-03-01T09:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-01T09:50:36.053Z</updated><title type='text'>lucy the hypercondriac</title><content type='html'>its been a lovely week apart from having the cold of death. constantly coughing. the thing is, im a complete hypercondriac  and it doesnt help no liking medicine. i cant stand anti biotics and i think we can all get better in the end.. homopathic remedies yeah but you cant beat a honey and lemon tea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tons and tons of gigs... im quite excited, ive never really been on tour.. im just hoping someones coming with me.. if i go alone, itd be so rubbish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means i think ill be closing the shop... well depending on what the mother is doing.. so far its closed on the days of my gigs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope y'all gonna join me, ill have lots of merch and ill be right on form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EL7VZO-oRrw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EL7VZO-oRrw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7591175425654342808?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7591175425654342808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7591175425654342808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7591175425654342808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7591175425654342808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/lucy-hypercondriac.html' title='lucy the hypercondriac'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8641091920566307761</id><published>2008-02-24T14:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:50:59.379Z</updated><title type='text'>handmade</title><content type='html'>as you might know im releasing a new song called, lucys opinion. i hope yr all looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the art work is going to be really fun. for the case im handstitching felt... yes thats right.. every bit of the singles art work is going to be all hand done. no printing shit. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, im making bags. hand painted bags. it might take me forever but i dont care, i love drawing and im sure you lot might like it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lots of gigs coming up and ther you will find all the hand made stuff! woohoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8641091920566307761?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8641091920566307761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8641091920566307761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8641091920566307761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8641091920566307761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/handmade.html' title='handmade'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-411952830737611926</id><published>2008-02-23T13:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:39.390Z</updated><title type='text'>French </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqDS-WwGtV4/R8AkBO5EM8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J9gQLWbcNQ/s1600-h/image-upload-19-766181.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqDS-WwGtV4/R8AkBO5EM8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J9gQLWbcNQ/s320/image-upload-19-766181.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Going to football. Lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-411952830737611926?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/411952830737611926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=411952830737611926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/411952830737611926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/411952830737611926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/french.html' title='French '/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EqDS-WwGtV4/R8AkBO5EM8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2J9gQLWbcNQ/s72-c/image-upload-19-766181.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3679384573182850330</id><published>2008-02-18T16:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:51:21.396Z</updated><title type='text'>snob boutique</title><content type='html'>went into pop boutique and it was horrible. never before have i had such horrendus service. i tried something on and he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can you put it back.." ermm im sorry but dont treat me like tht &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo its now snob boutique.. its also not a boutique, its a shit hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3679384573182850330?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3679384573182850330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3679384573182850330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3679384573182850330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3679384573182850330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/snob-boutique.html' title='snob boutique'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5783597810115201888</id><published>2008-02-15T22:46:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:40.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Hot horny women</title><content type='html'>Just got back from playing a gig in London, i played at Soho Revue bar. never been to Soho but i heard stuff about it and didnt really panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we headed to Soho i didnt have a clue where the hell we were but Alec knew and i trust his words. so we got to this really bright street full of porn shops, i was scared to death, obvs ive never seen a place like this and i just felt like i should of called me mum and say sorry or something... although it was purely business and nothing to do with me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to the end of the horrific journey (street) and i thought i dont know where the fuck this place is, ill call emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi emma, where the heck is this venue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its down a really sleezy alleyway with loads of porn shops" she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your kidding" i reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm nope" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt kidding. she was actually telling me the truth and she booked me a gig in a strip club. so we went back down the alley of death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"theyre it is!!" alec says all excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look round and all of a sudden all the world had ended and flashing lights saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot naked women tonight, fully naked, horny women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec, does emma think i do this kind of thing on the side? has she got th wrong end of the stick? does she think im a whore and shes trying to break the news to me gently. this place looked like a 1970s hardcore sex cinema.. i mean i dont really know what they look like but it kinda seemed like it. i walk in.. slowly but trying not to look like i actually wanted to watch porn.. i tried to look like a tourist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, is theyre a gig on here tonight" i say politely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"next door" he replies bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh thankgod haha thought i was playing this place hahahah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no reaction from the guy what-so-ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went next door and it looked pretty much how i imagained it. nice red carpets, velvet walls, mirrors with gold frames. Olivia was sat ready on the stage, i felt so proud &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YafjUt7tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TMRsan-eP88/s1600-h/n510145719_2340965_569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YafjUt7tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TMRsan-eP88/s320/n510145719_2340965_569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167346751814627026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i played the gig, it was lovely... thanks for being so lovely crowd. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then did some acting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YZxjUt7sI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eOxcrOp32Q4/s1600-h/n510145719_2340997_3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YZxjUt7sI/AAAAAAAAAV8/eOxcrOp32Q4/s320/n510145719_2340997_3401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167345961540644546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after i was relaxing as you do.. i had some drinks and oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YbBTUt7wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mKUDe8d5lFM/s1600-h/s510145719_2340999_4000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YbBTUt7wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/mKUDe8d5lFM/s320/s510145719_2340999_4000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167347331635212034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then all of a sudden as i went to the toilet... a 7ft woman with hardly nothing on walks past me. hmh that was odd. wait a sec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7Ya6DUt7vI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6bWE68Xmcug/s1600-h/s510145719_2340996_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7Ya6DUt7vI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6bWE68Xmcug/s320/s510145719_2340996_3037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167347207081160434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS NOT A WOMAN!! Thats a very well dressed man. well not well dressed but lets just say he looked alot more feminine than me!! makeup perfect, hair perfect. i look like a little boy. so yeah after the gig they was a tranny night... and yeah i was gobsmacked... so really this week ive learnt that everyone is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead of just sitting theyre with my mouth open like a kid i should appreciate more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YarTUt7uI/AAAAAAAAAWM/24RHAu2aMuA/s1600-h/n510145719_2340995_2721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YarTUt7uI/AAAAAAAAAWM/24RHAu2aMuA/s320/n510145719_2340995_2721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167346953678089954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and thankyou alec for such a gorgeous valentines day sat on a train.. not tht its your fault but it was pretty good even though you felt like you were going to vomit. i love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YbOTUt7xI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NpaD-BcMlwA/s1600-h/s510145719_2341018_6499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YbOTUt7xI/AAAAAAAAAWk/NpaD-BcMlwA/s320/s510145719_2341018_6499.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167347554973511442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s - just bought Laura Marlings album and highly recommend it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5783597810115201888?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5783597810115201888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5783597810115201888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5783597810115201888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5783597810115201888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/hot-horny-women.html' title='Hot horny women'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R7YafjUt7tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/TMRsan-eP88/s72-c/n510145719_2340965_569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6486466353951652833</id><published>2008-02-11T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:02:47.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy as a Bumble Bee</title><content type='html'>My gosh, this week has been so busy busy busy busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, my shop has completly changed. last week i shared my shop with a lady called Dorethy. she had half and i had the other. now we have wiggled dorethy into a corner with a 1940s screen accross her. she liked it, don't worry...now mother and i have totally cleaned it and mixed vintage home ware with my vintage clothes. it looks dashing and there is soo much room to dance! but it took so long because dorethy had soo much stuff. we managed to do it in the end and had a really successful opening day. plenty of people admiring it. then on sunday i did a little vintage stall at a thing called "The Affordable vintage Fair" i was so excited when i got there i saw all the gorgeous stuff. when the stall was set up, mother and i parted and went buying. i spent so much money and got some ammmazing vintage dresses and bags... i mean i know ive got a lot but more doesn't hurt does it. well we ended up coming back with more stuff than we took!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been very tiring but worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New single is nearly done, the earlies have actually been getting up early to finish it. so thanks for making a shit song sound brill hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6486466353951652833?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6486466353951652833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6486466353951652833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6486466353951652833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6486466353951652833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-as-bumble-bee.html' title='Busy as a Bumble Bee'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1865075311802854195</id><published>2008-02-08T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:12:35.362Z</updated><title type='text'>stupid fucking bitch</title><content type='html'>i bought a dress off ebay and the woman wanted me to pay with a cheque, so i did. i sent a cheque straight away. then when i log onto my eby account, 1 alert.. hmh whats this.. the stupid bitch had opened a dispute saying i havent paid for the item. so i check my bank statement and hmh it says it came out 2 days ago.. is this woman loony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i email her, no reply.. then i open a dispute against her.. she doesnt respond. then i get an email saying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry hun, nana died this week so i havent been on ebay, ill post the dress tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, dont call me hun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i close the dispute which was a complete mistake and ask her to close hers.. which she doesnt !! grrr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my ebay it has a section saying things youve won.. i delete her item thinking shes sending it. 3 days later.. no sign of the dress. so i go on ebay today and shes had her account deleted. i cant post a dispute, i lost money and i dont have the friggin dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes such a knob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1865075311802854195?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1865075311802854195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1865075311802854195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1865075311802854195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1865075311802854195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/stupid-fucking-bitch.html' title='stupid fucking bitch'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7947243742353726495</id><published>2008-02-04T10:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:41.958Z</updated><title type='text'>London - Bardens Boudoir 2/2/08</title><content type='html'>I had a gig in London on Saturday night. Playing at a little venue called Bardens Boudoir, i checked it out on the net before anything and it looked pretty swarve! I always panic when i have a gig on Saturdays because its usually the most important day in the shop. I called my mum up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bkQDUZQkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7IXcj3ity_s/s1600-h/DSCN0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bkQDUZQkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7IXcj3ity_s/s320/DSCN0091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163064987246740034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mum, are you sure your alright going in the shop for me?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"lucy, last night your brother broke his leg and were having to take him to hospital" she replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. i try not to laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh no, thats awful, how the heck did he do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he was going up a skate board ramp in the snow.." she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but.. he doesnt ride skateboards.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i know.. he didnt have one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. so lets get this straight my stupid brother broke his leg on a skateboard ramp without a skateboard. what a prat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bkyTUZQlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DNuZpcxni_E/s1600-h/DSCN9950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bkyTUZQlI/AAAAAAAAAUI/DNuZpcxni_E/s320/DSCN9950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163065575657259602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looks like the shop is closed today. hmh, the train is booked for 1pm, quite a good time really. First things first, a healthy Beans on Toast for my breky. you know what i love, proper greasy spoons. some people are sooo snobby but at the end of the day you get what you ask for and its totally affordable. After the breky i get lots of magazines and anything that can stop me from becoming bored on the 4 hour train journey. the train to london kills me, there something about it. especially when i book the train i always end up booking one that takes me all over the fucking country. typical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bluzUZQmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GDr0MRVnev8/s1600-h/DSCN9962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bluzUZQmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GDr0MRVnev8/s320/DSCN9962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163066615039345250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really into a story on the train about a lady whos dead rich in London and she gets poorly but she starts taking tablets and she gets better again. She brags about getting her hair cut in a really expensive salon in central London the about having her nails done. hmh it was quite good actually. very deep. i'm the type of girl who panics about getting ill. its not good, especially when i'm 20.. but i read all theses stories about girls dying and getting ill and it just scares me to death. well not to death but you know what i mean. after i read me mag i take a picture of my wonderful boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bm7jUZQnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SuX-a4-iqp4/s1600-h/DSCN9966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bm7jUZQnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SuX-a4-iqp4/s320/DSCN9966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163067933594305138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to London it was the biggest relief of my life. It was so clammy and horrid on the train. We jumped on the tube to Angel to meet some friends, then headed to the venue to "sound check" my sound check is just a line from a song, i need to be professional but im too silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bsajUZQpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/msdIDtofQ3c/s1600-h/DSCN9979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bsajUZQpI/AAAAAAAAAUo/msdIDtofQ3c/s320/DSCN9979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163073963728388754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i plugged me guitar in.. and hmh nothing came through the amp. if i remember rightly at my last gig it didn't work properly until we cello taped it. but i thought it was something to so with the sound, not my guitar. it has never let me down and ive put all my trust in it. then alec came along and touched the end of the lead and it works. the lead is attached to my pickup.. so its not asif i can get another lead. hmh what do we do, alec cant sit there all through my set squeezing the end of my lead. it would look odd. soo.. the sound guy who i had never met in my life comes over and just cuts off the end of my guitar lead..you know, the plug. i was gob smacked. wtf do i do now. then he cuts another end of a lead and pulls out this enormous soldering iron (dont know how the frig to spell it) ... oh my lord. he then solders the ends together an vvwalla, i think we have met a genius. never in my life have i had so much praise for somebody. After a stressful sound check, we go for something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bpCTUZQoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TTKjCRjM458/s1600-h/DSCN9977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bpCTUZQoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/TTKjCRjM458/s320/DSCN9977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163070248581677698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dont usually eat before i go on but i was dying of hunger. we went to a Thai resturant, it was ran by a man who had bought a bride from thai land... i shouldn't really say that. sorry its not bad buying a wife.. honestly, if you want to then do it. I order this veg thing. When it comes, i prepare myself and just as i was putting it in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, STOOOPPPPPP!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thats the meat one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close shave, i must admit, it looked a little shitty, didnt it so not only am i glad it wasnt mine but im glad mine didnt look like tht. sorry hannah haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the very spicy meal (i hate spice. it wrecks food) we go to the venue.. The first band played and it was filling up rapidly. like hmh more than 200 people. i was really nervous. the thing is.. its saturday night, people want a drink. the bands playing were loud and i wasnt.i was soo scared. but i had to be professional. I got on stage and prepared the stage. my preparation is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- olivia the owl sat on the stool, along with a large glass of red wine, a capo and my set list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i have to sort the mic out.. thats the problem with being a fucking short arse. When i started playing it was quite good. i had alot of people listening and alot of people taking so it was 50/50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bvDTUZQuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4NAcGxGDJO0/s1600-h/DSCN9983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bvDTUZQuI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4NAcGxGDJO0/s320/DSCN9983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163076862831313634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lol but i went through it and made people laugh. While i was playing a guy kept on coming on stage and ajusting the mic. i was abit like "whotf are you.." but i ignored him and carried on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the gig it was a releif. phhhewww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6buWjUZQsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ilsItzswWjE/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6buWjUZQsI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ilsItzswWjE/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163076094032167618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was sat down just trying to breathe and yeah i felt so much better. My friend Nima came along and he had a new kind of goaty that looked so funny, so we all laughed at it. and he was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i dont recognise myself anymore.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had this really good idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shave it off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was just stood there then my shoe just felt really funny, i look down and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oohh my god!!" i shout"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alec runs over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whats up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my shoe, my shoe, my shoe is broken in 2!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thats it, my shoe buckle had snapped. now, ive always had sypathy when someones shoe breaks but i never thought it would happen to me. never and the thing is. i usually carry around my mini sewing kit but obvs i didnt have it this time. Alec got a safty pin and kind of fixed it but i was so scared it would stab my foot. then Hannah was like.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you can borrow some of my shoes!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;brilliant idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what size are you" she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im a 2" i reply worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a 2, oh for fuck sake, im a 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh i stood there thinking.. you know id rather have shoes too big than no shoe! so we went back to her house and popped on some red shoes!yes they were way too big and my walk wasnt what you can sexy it was more like, flipper foot walk. but i didnt care. On the way to her house we found a really funny shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bt3zUZQqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lfKRVk1GAcw/s1600-h/DSCN9978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bt3zUZQqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lfKRVk1GAcw/s320/DSCN9978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163075565751190178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it meant.. like you get porn for free. but im stupid. later on we went to a club but couldnt be arsed queing so we went to sleep. I woke up feeling alright. think i only had a couple of glasses of red. i was dreading the train home. i had a gig that night too. but i was playing in Chorlton so its not asif it was a horrible gig. and now im here in my Pjs writing you this blog :) x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7947243742353726495?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7947243742353726495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7947243742353726495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7947243742353726495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7947243742353726495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/london-bardens-boudoir-2208_04.html' title='London - Bardens Boudoir 2/2/08'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/R6bkQDUZQkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7IXcj3ity_s/s72-c/DSCN0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2291381796861944284</id><published>2008-01-28T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T12:29:04.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Just gonna have to tell ya this...</title><content type='html'>Last week me and my mother went out for the day.. we went to a horrible place called Accrington. its horrible. we went there looking for pottery and furniture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we were walking we looked down this cobbled street and at the end of the street, there was a charity shop. we know accrington quite well and we had never seen this charity shop before.. we got soo excited.. it also looking quite busy so it we scurried along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a woman stood outside the 'charity shop' smoking a fag.. mother was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooo we didnt know this was here!" really really excited.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you do work here dont you.." she nodded but she didnt seem convincing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mum opened the door, all eyes were on us! there were about 20 men just sat in the 'charity shop' all looking quite suspicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum closed the door in shock.. it was a blooming drop in centre. and that woman must of been so confused. mother and i walked off as quickly as possible acting like we didnt do anything when we were made to look like fools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing all friggin day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2291381796861944284?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2291381796861944284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2291381796861944284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2291381796861944284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2291381796861944284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-gonna-have-to-tell-ya-this.html' title='Just gonna have to tell ya this...'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6409640930950694904</id><published>2008-01-21T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:32:09.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Playing in a Library and merch</title><content type='html'>On the 19th of Jan alec and I headed to Lancaster with a bag bursting with merch, an embroided table clothe and a guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing a gig at Lancaster Library. I must say it was beautiful. Shelves bursting with books... and it felt so funny resting my guitar on a Lily Allen book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stage was presented lovely with fairy lights dangling from the book shelves. I just seemed really comfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed "backstage" (which was a staff room) to find a man called Yoav. I think hes quite well known, well thats how it seemed, think hes done a tour with Tori Amos which was quite impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hiya" i said&lt;br /&gt;"hi" he replied&lt;br /&gt;i havent heard much of your music, but ive heard your an alright guitarist" &lt;br /&gt;"yeah, im alright" he replies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then if you go on his myspace...you will understand how gay i sounded. when he performed i was like... im such a dick. basically, he is a guitarist, he plays the guitar and it sounds like a full band. like you know, he band the guitar and uses the echo and stuff. its pretty amazing and pretty deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the gig went well, there were alot of youngens there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know i sing about wine alot but im not trying to influence it in anyway!" i say nervously &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily the Bumble Bee song and my animal song payed off in the end. the thing is i do sing about wine alot but... a glass of wine a day is healthy right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah the gig went well and my little merch stand looked lovely. i sold some bits and signed an autograph. Usually when i do gigs, its quite stressful.. the sound men sometimes dont really know how to use the sound... so i must say thankyou for a stressfree gig. very organised. just how i like it. and the thing is they are doing it for kids who are into music. alot of venue dont let kids who are under 16 in.. so well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon their will be a website for my vintage shop selling cute items and my handmade crochetedness. not sure if you like it but i had a good response from olivia and my mum says they are good ha ha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture will be on here soon! and i hope everyone in tod and hebden is alright.. how the fuck am i gonna get to the shop.. maybe in a boat or i could fly! ooops x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6409640930950694904?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://myspace.com/getitloudinlibraries' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6409640930950694904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6409640930950694904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6409640930950694904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6409640930950694904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/playing-in-library-and-merch.html' title='Playing in a Library and merch'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4281998261714723275</id><published>2008-01-15T12:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:02:34.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Lots of gigs and tons of new songs for you.</title><content type='html'>I must admit, gigs are getting better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im playing bigger gigs and tbh, i don't drink as much ha ha, i have 1 glass of wine, thats all it takes so i guess i only need one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this Saturday im playing at Lancaster Library. The gig is such a good idea. Libraries are amazing so playing in one will be a pleasure.. lots of books to read :) I hope ya'll be there. Im bringing merch, which includes c.ds, badges, vinyl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ill tell you a little secret.... ive got a band now... dont think theyll be playing with me at every gig but how brilliant is that. keep an eye on my myspace page for gigs and please come! ill make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blooooming heck, how amazing are kings of conv.... they rock my boat i tell ya tht. completly forgot how brilliant they are!! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4281998261714723275?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4281998261714723275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4281998261714723275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4281998261714723275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4281998261714723275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/lots-of-gigs-and-tons-of-new-songs-for.html' title='Lots of gigs and tons of new songs for you.'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7920643159461726646</id><published>2008-01-10T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:56:44.425Z</updated><title type='text'>The band and tears</title><content type='html'>This week has been really difficult. Im not sure whats up with me but its been very emotional (and no boys its not a fucking period) lol anyway.. having my own shop is stressful and then songwriting is the most important thing and yeah.. sometimes it gets all on top of you.... money doesnt stress me out fully. its more like.. creativeness. i love making things and i try and make something everyday and well i havent done it recently so i feel all stressed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this most amazing couture thing that was on at the V&amp;A museum and well, i feel completly inspired from that. i can make dresses but its so time consuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had "band practise" yes thats right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it involves a drummer, pianist, madolin player and a violist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all very exciting and very very cute! ill keep you posted on that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to stop doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thinking about love too much - anything romantic, get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;- concentrate on being a successful woman&lt;br /&gt;- go out more - we can all do with a gossip and some wine&lt;br /&gt;- hang out in coffee bars with friends until in goes dark&lt;br /&gt;- save alot of money so i can travel&lt;br /&gt;- stop biting my nails &lt;br /&gt;- live life to the max and not on your nerves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i do all these my life will be in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- listen to Destinys child - complete feel good music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollllx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7920643159461726646?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7920643159461726646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7920643159461726646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7920643159461726646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7920643159461726646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/band-and-tears.html' title='The band and tears'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2439799200539227774</id><published>2008-01-07T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:57:12.026Z</updated><title type='text'>London 05/01/08</title><content type='html'>This is proberly going to be the most boringest thing i have ever written so if you want to ignore it, then go ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to London on Saturday, i had a gig on Sunday but because the trains were super expensive we went down a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice, i must admit I'm awfully tired.. but its alright isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on Saturday night i met Josh Weller for some drinks then went to eat Tapas with some of Alecs friends, it was lovely. we were suppose to go out. coz its very rare that i come down to London but i couldn't help it, I was yawning away like a troooper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back to Alecs friends house and i fell asleep, the night sleep i had was terrible, it doesn't help when your sleeping on a rock solid floor. hmh nope, so i woke up at 10 am and i was like hmh lets go shopping! Last time i went to brick Lane, it was nice, there were lots of vintage shops and yeah, it was nice. but noo.. we got lost didn't we... somehow i thought Brick Lane was a small .....Lane... ha ha but noo it wasn't.. especially when it was a Sunday, some kind of car boot was on and it was chocka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after walking around brick lane for hours we went to the V&amp;A museum, it was brilliant. very inspiring. i was a bit pissed off though coz like, it showed you the beautiful dresses but.. it didn't show the inside of them.. i mean couture is about the beautiful making of the item.. it took years to make some bits... and i couldn't really see it on the manequinne, the thing is.. a lot of things look nice..... and you know, "expensive" but i think its how the item is made....... thats why vintage is the way forward. All hand made a lavveeelyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed to the venue (Nottinghill Arts Club) .. nice play, dark, smelly... but hmm. i was a little nervous at first because they were a lot of bands on.. but after it was fine. i played and it went down well.. i was in such a funny mood. think its coz ive been walking all day and i had a glass of wine... hmh i kept on forgetting the lyrics.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, it doesn't help when my friends are giggling at me and a lady to my right is dancing to a song about a bumble bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who turned up including, Alec, Sarah, Archie, Josh, Emma and loads more x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2439799200539227774?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2439799200539227774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2439799200539227774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2439799200539227774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2439799200539227774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/london-050108.html' title='London 05/01/08'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3518055781327640449</id><published>2007-12-24T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:41:11.167Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Seeing as I'm at that age where i don't really get excited about Christmas anymore, i thought id write a little blog which has changed my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little sister who is 7, she loves Christmas and our lovely neighbours steph and cor... (i bet your reading this steph) decided to dress up. Cor is dutch and he's ever so funny... he dressed as Santa and ran outside.... all of a sudden i heard this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran downstairs thinking something terrible had happened to cor outside in the dark dressed as Santa waving. although he did look a bit daft... it put the biggest smile on my sisters face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day she's been sat there in a gaze... I'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you OK Eliza" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she'd be like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, just thinking of Santa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like she's in love with him or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is horrible when you get to that age when all you worry about is not being able to afford to live but at the end of the day, its kind of better seeing everyone happy with what you've bought them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she watched some lovely classics today, she's even got a little buttoned up vintage nighty on coz she saw it in a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3518055781327640449?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3518055781327640449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3518055781327640449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3518055781327640449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3518055781327640449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7483476486235903029</id><published>2007-12-11T18:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:33:59.984Z</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>love. everyone thinks its amazing, i mean its good showing yr love but for god sake it hurts! sometimes i wish it wasnt there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant concentrate or do anything because i cant stop thinking about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish it would switch off when i want it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7483476486235903029?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7483476486235903029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7483476486235903029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7483476486235903029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7483476486235903029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate.html' title='i hate'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5238512165703873793</id><published>2007-12-10T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:48:28.069Z</updated><title type='text'>First Aid Lucy</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night i went out. I haven't been out for so long with girls so i thought it was about time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbh it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I danced around like a fairy and just had some fun. considering i &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) spend £50 (that's a lot of drink considering i'm small)&lt;br /&gt;2) got harassed by a bold guy&lt;br /&gt;3) saw a horrible accident&lt;br /&gt;4) got a full drink spilt into my hand bag.&lt;br /&gt;5) and got lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit i had a lot of fun with a lovely girl called Sarah, she's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on Saturday night i would call myself, first aid Lucy. A young girl (dunno why i'm calling her a young girl, it just feel appropriate) was dancing away then suddenly she fell over and banged her face on the stage... i ran over and she was bleeding from her mouth. it was horrific! i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"quick your going to die, lets get you to the toilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i wanted her to die in the toilet but i wanted her to get away from the awfully loud enviroment. then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"get off her, shes alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly, it was her boyfriend. who looked at her and carried on dancing. she was crying her eyes out and she had bloody pouring out of her mouth, it was like a horror movie but not. if you know what i mean. so i thought telling the bouncer was be a good idea. then 1 hour later he came over and said "thank you" in such a thoughtful way. so by the end of the night i thought i'd done my part and been first aid Lucy.. although i didn't do any first aid.. but i was kind of the director hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i headed back to the boyfriends alone (he was watching boxing at a friends) i was awfully pissed.. and when i thought i recognised the area i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh here will do" and jumped out of the taxi to realise... where the fuck am i?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha i was there all dressed up in what looked like a place i didn't recognise at all. i'm quite good with figuring out places in manchester but i didn't know where the fuck i was. so i stumbled down this road... then alec called me and was pretty worried but being the woman that i am i sussed it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first, find a bus stop. so i did... the thing is on the bus stop it usually tells you where you are. it said "burnage, slade lane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec... slade lane, that's where alec lives... so i carried on and it seemed to look like i was getting into the country side! ha ha then all of a sudden....a car pulls up, i thought thank the lord, its a taxi. but no it wasn't, in the car was a gangster looking man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yo, you alright sexy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh ok, i was quite dressed up but i can now say i did not look like a prostitute or a whore ha ha so i carried on going... pretending i was on my phone like you do when your scared. it got to the point when i thought.. this looks so weird so i turned around and headed to the busy part. then a taxi pulled up and i told him the address and it was just around the corner! hahaha so if i carried on the way i was going, i would of got there in 2 mins!! bloody hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good night, it was eventful, i kind of like that. think from now on i need someone with my at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5238512165703873793?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5238512165703873793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5238512165703873793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5238512165703873793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5238512165703873793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-aid-lucy.html' title='First Aid Lucy'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4064879708758727520</id><published>2007-11-28T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:24:30.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Think...</title><content type='html'>Laundrette, 1950's, diamonds, Glitter, Flowers, Baskets, blonde Hair, Heels, Vintage dresses, Birds, Sunny skies, Smiling, Gloves, Rouge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4064879708758727520?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4064879708758727520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4064879708758727520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4064879708758727520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4064879708758727520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/think.html' title='Think...'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-6729796139387189669</id><published>2007-11-16T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:42:02.944Z</updated><title type='text'>Charity shops</title><content type='html'>.... have gone mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you buy something from a charity shop you don't want to be spending your whole entire wage. Charity shops are there to donate too. not get poor too. at the end of the day i want to be able to buy something from a charity shop and be able to afford the bus. I send so many things to charity and when they charge ridiculous prices coz they think "its worth alot" or "they're £100 in the shops" it doesn't matter! you've got it for free, its donated, you didn't pay for it so charge a proper price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into a charity shop the other day and saw a cute suit, it had a £25 price on it. what's going on? its second hand, you don't know where its been or how much it was. most charity shops like Oxfam, Help the Aged and British heart foundation are completly over priced, do you know why? because they have proper "managers" that "need to get paid" when to be honest they may be getting paid alot but they are not being fair towards the charity shop. everybody knows... the cheaper something is the likely they are to sell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a little old lady about this in a charity shop in Todmorden, she said they're manager doesn't get a penny and they are all volunteers. that proberly explains why they are making more money than most charity shops... if they lower the prices they're is a high chance they will sell it, thats how they'll make money. grrrrrr it annoys me so much! i just feel sorry for the cause of the charity shop. i want to take over and make this world a better place hhaahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-6729796139387189669?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6729796139387189669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=6729796139387189669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6729796139387189669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/6729796139387189669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/charity-shops.html' title='Charity shops'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4077733272573666127</id><published>2007-11-06T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:52.708Z</updated><title type='text'>How romantic, a last minute trip to venice</title><content type='html'>- DAY ONE - 2/11/2007 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked a last minute flight and hotel to venice, i just had to get away and i havent been on holiday for more than 10 years!! shock!! so i did it and a week later we'd be mooching around italy, eating expensive pasta and drinking strong coffee! my cup of tea... but not tea coz i dont like it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA0FbDryII/AAAAAAAAALs/8qKEaFtYYQY/s1600-h/DSCN0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA0FbDryII/AAAAAAAAALs/8qKEaFtYYQY/s320/DSCN0521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129657243342194818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got off the plane i was soo excited, i felt abit sick on the plain but i was so excited! We went and bought our tickets for the coach, we had to get a coach from the airport to venice.... then get the "waterbus" haha i couldnt believe i had to get a flipping bus on water!! the coach was ok, i was just silent coz i was so intriuged... :) especially when everyone was driving on the wrong side of the road! When we got on the water bus i was scared... the people who were drving it and shutting thedoor were so aggressive and careless... i guess when its a job and you do it every day then your not going to be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we got there, we went to the hotel, it was called, hotel boccassini and it was cheap but the pictures looked magical. we checked in went to the room and we had a 2 single bed, no bathroom tiny tiny tiny tiny roooom! but we pushed the beds together and went out to the main part of venice, the Rialto Bridge... wowee, how stunning. It was about 7pm so it was quite dark, all the lights were shining on the bridge so what can i say it was magnificent, ever so dramatic and gothic! woo! there i am looking like a complete tourist:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA03rDryJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6kPRi-Xsp3g/s1600-h/DSCN0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA03rDryJI/AAAAAAAAAL0/6kPRi-Xsp3g/s320/DSCN0524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129658106630621330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wandered around near the bridge we found this quirky bar, thay were so funny, the main singer had a all in one kinda jump suit, but in leapord print! saucy... no not at all, i felt quite sick. he had greasy italian, grey long hair too.. so hmm, it was really weird... they were shit too... but everyone were loving it. tourists pffft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA1VbDryKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CKirIYxaRHw/s1600-h/DSCN0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA1VbDryKI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CKirIYxaRHw/s320/DSCN0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129658617731729570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we wandered around we found some washing, i know it seems really strange, but i like the old fashioned way of washing, id love a little washing line and yeah i took a picture of this because it made me smile.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA1qLDryLI/AAAAAAAAAME/lcJK0vxfkEs/s1600-h/DSCN0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA1qLDryLI/AAAAAAAAAME/lcJK0vxfkEs/s320/DSCN0535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129658974214015154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a bar, near a church, it was called Vino E Cucina and it was lovely. and it had a big screen. it was nice and you know what ive noticed the drinks are so strong, in the Uk they are so bloody tight with drink. fucking tight bastards. We found this weird door alarm thing, it was amazing and it looked like a face so i copied it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA4k7DryNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HMLF_4HA0KM/s1600-h/DSCN0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA4k7DryNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HMLF_4HA0KM/s320/DSCN0540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129662182554585298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we found another alarm thing, so me we copied the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA41LDryOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x38cLotLirM/s1600-h/DSCN0544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA41LDryOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x38cLotLirM/s320/DSCN0544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129662461727459554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venice is so beautiful, i was a litttle scared coz there were alot of dark alleyways but then i realised we were in Italy. Theres a difference! haha there wouldnt be any following down alleyways and fights noooo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DAY TWO - 3/11/2007 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we woke up too late for breakfast. im really rubbish at waking up and so is alec which is pretty bad but it was quite nice strolling into the town and feeling the nice air!  The views were so pretty and the weather was perfect, sunny yet crispy! of every bridge were a beautiful sight and there were tons of bridges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA5sbDryPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/l4le-0dXAQo/s1600-h/DSCN0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA5sbDryPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/l4le-0dXAQo/s320/DSCN0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129663410915231986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA6jbDryQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2VPpXyrWpz4/s1600-h/DSCN0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA6jbDryQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2VPpXyrWpz4/s320/DSCN0549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664355808037122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA6jrDryRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7FtN_ILezBQ/s1600-h/DSCN0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA6jrDryRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/7FtN_ILezBQ/s320/DSCN0547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664360103004434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a favorite place to sit in the morning, it was just off the rialto bridge and they sold the most amazing coffeee.. i mean i think cafe nero is nice pffft, they can bugger off!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA62LDrySI/AAAAAAAAAM4/porgov13J3A/s1600-h/DSCN0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA62LDrySI/AAAAAAAAAM4/porgov13J3A/s320/DSCN0553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664677930584354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA62bDryTI/AAAAAAAAANA/CiRO5o5g8ck/s1600-h/DSCN0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA62bDryTI/AAAAAAAAANA/CiRO5o5g8ck/s320/DSCN0554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129664682225551666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As yoy can see, it was a lovely view.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we went for a fab meal and to some bars and drank lots of wine!  we also went into this vintage shop where this italian was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god like, your only 20, im 30... like oh my god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh your 30, you look good for your age"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh yes, thats because ive been shagging all night, ive fallen in love with this guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOAAAH TOO MUCH INFOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws up!*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the gay guy made me feel sick, we walked past a cafe bar where there were lots of champagne for 30 euros...thats not bad. especially for Moet and chandon, yum.... we went back to the hotel room and drank the champage in plastic cups! i thought it was so romantic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBCYrDryUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Rr_L1PbBs5g/s1600-h/DSCN0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBCYrDryUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Rr_L1PbBs5g/s320/DSCN0606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129672967217465666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the champagne we went looking around venice, pissed and then we drank ALOT of wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBCxbDryVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/R-aZ2q8cVQg/s1600-h/DSCN0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBCxbDryVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/R-aZ2q8cVQg/s320/DSCN0638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129673392419227986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went looking around buildings.. . it was lovely and there were loadsss and loaddss of pigeons. Alot of kids just holding food in there hand while the pigeons were sat on them. If that happened in the UK, someone would die of a disease or something or someone would complain and someone will get them all shot. something drastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some lovely pictures of the beautiful sights of venice! ooolala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGLDryWI/AAAAAAAAANY/_-5xR1xk6zQ/s1600-h/DSCN0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGLDryWI/AAAAAAAAANY/_-5xR1xk6zQ/s320/DSCN0555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674848413141346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGbDryXI/AAAAAAAAANg/TGaaYjcuack/s1600-h/DSCN0562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGbDryXI/AAAAAAAAANg/TGaaYjcuack/s320/DSCN0562.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674852708108658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGbDryYI/AAAAAAAAANo/FSwuRgA8wbE/s1600-h/DSCN0563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGbDryYI/AAAAAAAAANo/FSwuRgA8wbE/s320/DSCN0563.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674852708108674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGrDryZI/AAAAAAAAANw/A9Jsr0srPag/s1600-h/DSCN0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGrDryZI/AAAAAAAAANw/A9Jsr0srPag/s320/DSCN0564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674857003075986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGrDryaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eW1vxj2x1v8/s1600-h/DSCN0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEGrDryaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/eW1vxj2x1v8/s320/DSCN0565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129674857003076002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEpLDrybI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i-RvZiSYclk/s1600-h/DSCN0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEpLDrybI/AAAAAAAAAOA/i-RvZiSYclk/s320/DSCN0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129675449708562866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEpbDrycI/AAAAAAAAAOI/C0ogTVWydIc/s1600-h/DSCN0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEpbDrycI/AAAAAAAAAOI/C0ogTVWydIc/s320/DSCN0572.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129675454003530178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really, really, really, really liked this window &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEprDrydI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pNBAzeL6NRo/s1600-h/DSCN0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBEprDrydI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pNBAzeL6NRo/s320/DSCN0574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129675458298497490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBFF7DryeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BtGM7nckF0M/s1600-h/DSCN0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBFF7DryeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/BtGM7nckF0M/s320/DSCN0576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129675943629801954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat by the river and just relaxed. it was really nice coz our feet dangled off the side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBFbbDryfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qfjanPE5PVw/s1600-h/DSCN0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBFbbDryfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qfjanPE5PVw/s320/DSCN0558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129676312996989426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking down the main streeet near prada and Armarni, there were these men who had blankets on the floor with fake bags on and someone shouted something and they grabbed all the bags and ran, there were about 20 men and i think the police were coming... then as we carried on walking, they had just set there bags up further down..... dodgy or what!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBGZbDrygI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JXwIw4lTE-g/s1600-h/DSCN0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBGZbDrygI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JXwIw4lTE-g/s320/DSCN0560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129677378148878850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The boats were lovely.. they were called Gondales. They were covered in velvet and you sat back and looked at the lovely buildings. We didnt get on one though coz it was soo exxxxpensive! i dont know how much but ive been warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBHlrDryiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sHLCA_brWf0/s1600-h/DSCN0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBHlrDryiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sHLCA_brWf0/s320/DSCN0561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129678688113904162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alec found this advertisment, it made him laugh so we took a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBHxLDryjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-RGxrj_-3Wc/s1600-h/DSCN0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBHxLDryjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-RGxrj_-3Wc/s320/DSCN0575.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129678885682399794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went for something to eat, i had a pizzaa and i really wanted more olives so i asked the lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, could you put olives on my pizza"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh, olivia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nooo, olives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she walked off and brought someone back to try and work out what i was saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kinda asked me to repeat myself slowly then he was like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oooooh .... *looks at the lady* oliviia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;italian for olives, is olivia!! i should of known!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJILDrymI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zK6wx395i3A/s1600-h/DSCN0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJILDrymI/AAAAAAAAAPY/zK6wx395i3A/s320/DSCN0597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129680380331018850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i have a napkin as a mustashe, its the kinda thing i like to do haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal we went for some wine (again) and took some pictures. I love alec alot, he makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvLDrynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GITZ2Yl19tA/s1600-h/DSCN0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvLDrynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/GITZ2Yl19tA/s320/DSCN0607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129681050345917042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvbDryoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VM5yjmE03Xs/s1600-h/DSCN0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvbDryoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VM5yjmE03Xs/s320/DSCN0615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129681054640884354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvbDrypI/AAAAAAAAAPw/M4Z9gNvRG6U/s1600-h/DSCN0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvbDrypI/AAAAAAAAAPw/M4Z9gNvRG6U/s320/DSCN0618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129681054640884370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvrDryqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8o008V7N7rk/s1600-h/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvrDryqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/8o008V7N7rk/s320/DSCN0619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129681058935851682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNpLDry2I/AAAAAAAAARY/xkbkchatfok/s1600-h/DSCN0635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNpLDry2I/AAAAAAAAARY/xkbkchatfok/s320/DSCN0635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129685345313213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Alecs dinasour impression! he does this alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvrDryrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jrTRl2qePSw/s1600-h/DSCN0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBJvrDryrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jrTRl2qePSw/s320/DSCN0623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129681058935851698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DAY THREE - 4/11/2007 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we went to St. Marks Sq. it was nicee! here are some picss! Look at this stupid girl with pigeons! its not Mary Poppins for god sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3LDrysI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EybTxOBIBKo/s1600-h/DSCN0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3LDrysI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EybTxOBIBKo/s320/DSCN0644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129682287296498370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actual room is made out of pure gold, i was thinking about buying it but we didnt have time to check out the other rooms and tbh, venice isnt upper class enough for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3bDrytI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hO7gO1E0Ie8/s1600-h/DSCN0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3bDrytI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hO7gO1E0Ie8/s320/DSCN0646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129682291591465682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3bDryuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GGth-MWfKiE/s1600-h/DSCN0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3bDryuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GGth-MWfKiE/s320/DSCN0647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129682291591465698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3rDryvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8XF0Mux3fLc/s1600-h/DSCN0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBK3rDryvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8XF0Mux3fLc/s320/DSCN0648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129682295886433010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found this guy just stood there naked, i had to have a little squeeze haha alec wasnt too impressed but it was irresistable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBL57DrywI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LwR7457Nt5E/s1600-h/DSCN0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBL57DrywI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LwR7457Nt5E/s320/DSCN0674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129683434052766466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBL57DryxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/75yqW1no-Pc/s1600-h/DSCN0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBL57DryxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/75yqW1no-Pc/s320/DSCN0651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129683434052766482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went into some art galleries and museums.. we found a crab!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNGrDry0I/AAAAAAAAARI/bmiJ4_C0tCs/s1600-h/DSCN0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNGrDry0I/AAAAAAAAARI/bmiJ4_C0tCs/s320/DSCN0663.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129684752607726402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, look at these beautiful shoes, how old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNG7Dry1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/cN_YQBfUbrE/s1600-h/DSCN0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBNG7Dry1I/AAAAAAAAARQ/cN_YQBfUbrE/s320/DSCN0665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129684756902693714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had another cofeeee!! wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOOrDry3I/AAAAAAAAARg/CEVlOvij5oE/s1600-h/DSCN0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOOrDry3I/AAAAAAAAARg/CEVlOvij5oE/s320/DSCN0667.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129685989558307698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres my little Alec looking as swarve as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOOrDry4I/AAAAAAAAARo/z1H2Y7tHMEw/s1600-h/DSCN0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOOrDry4I/AAAAAAAAARo/z1H2Y7tHMEw/s320/DSCN0669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129685989558307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Theres the lovely Venice, i think its so magical!! Imagine waking up to this every morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOPLDry5I/AAAAAAAAARw/kQsvFLyQMCw/s1600-h/DSCN0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOPLDry5I/AAAAAAAAARw/kQsvFLyQMCw/s320/DSCN0671.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129685998148242322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:/p2.blogger.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOPbDry6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBZ5dYdy9ZE/s1600-h/DSCN0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBOPbDry6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBZ5dYdy9ZE/s320/DSCN0682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129686002443209634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is me under an archway! lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPBbDry7I/AAAAAAAAASA/dg5mVNxPkcQ/s1600-h/DSCN0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPBbDry7I/AAAAAAAAASA/dg5mVNxPkcQ/s320/DSCN0675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129686861436668850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to The big tower. im not sure what its called but i was the biggest building in Venice, i stood right at the top and looked right out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPBrDry8I/AAAAAAAAASI/N4qIla6SMp0/s1600-h/DSCN0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPBrDry8I/AAAAAAAAASI/N4qIla6SMp0/s320/DSCN0684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129686865731636162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPsrDry9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/jr9-Qt3NGfc/s1600-h/DSCN0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPsrDry9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/jr9-Qt3NGfc/s320/DSCN0680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129687604466011090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPs7Dry_I/AAAAAAAAASg/XRlgu90TBiA/s1600-h/DSCN0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPs7Dry_I/AAAAAAAAASg/XRlgu90TBiA/s320/DSCN0676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129687608760978418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANT GET AWAY FROM THE BLOODY PLACE!! even in the most beautiful place in the world! for fuck sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPtLDrzAI/AAAAAAAAASo/EHHiXvO6w9I/s1600-h/DSCN0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPtLDrzAI/AAAAAAAAASo/EHHiXvO6w9I/s320/DSCN0686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129687613055945730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPs7Dry-I/AAAAAAAAASY/DjPvTXs4K5U/s1600-h/DSCN0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBPs7Dry-I/AAAAAAAAASY/DjPvTXs4K5U/s320/DSCN0702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129687608760978402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lovely day we went for a meal at a jazz bar called Barcarobazz, it was lovely.... i had some discusting wine and alec had a massive beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBQjLDrzBI/AAAAAAAAASw/O3RAQyNZynM/s1600-h/DSCN0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBQjLDrzBI/AAAAAAAAASw/O3RAQyNZynM/s320/DSCN0691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129688540768881682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meal we headed back to the hotel room to freshen up and i called my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hii luce, what time are you back" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooh ill just check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when alec checked the date said... coming back on the 5th... WTF.... we got the date wrong, lets just say its good job we checked. otherwise we would of missed our flight and we would of been buggered. :'''''''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how upset i was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6LDrzCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mgbMySyLeu0/s1600-h/DSCN0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6LDrzCI/AAAAAAAAAS4/mgbMySyLeu0/s320/DSCN0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129691134929128482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last night and we didnt have a really really posh meal. bloody hell. so we packd our stuff and went out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through venice and saw a little church open, we went in and there was this little opera on..... so we watched the opera and it was ever so romantic!! i could of cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the opera we went along the river and decided to stop off for some really really expensive wine and cheese. i loved it. it wasnt cheap but i was goooorggeeeouuus and we had to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6bDrzDI/AAAAAAAAATA/6pUhI5N-HVQ/s1600-h/DSCN0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6bDrzDI/AAAAAAAAATA/6pUhI5N-HVQ/s320/DSCN0733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129691139224095794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6rDrzEI/AAAAAAAAATI/T4hO04iy5_I/s1600-h/DSCN0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6rDrzEI/AAAAAAAAATI/T4hO04iy5_I/s320/DSCN0737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129691143519063106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww look a little bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6rDrzFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tasgFeX6UK8/s1600-h/DSCN0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBS6rDrzFI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tasgFeX6UK8/s320/DSCN0735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129691143519063122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a gorgeous night with lots of romance we went back to the shitty hotel room and fell right asleep. ive been so cold at night but we had one last picture and then it was bed and setting off in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzGI/AAAAAAAAATY/RwBVpb_nEA8/s1600-h/DSCN0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzGI/AAAAAAAAATY/RwBVpb_nEA8/s320/DSCN0749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692728361995362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in the morning on the water bus heading to the coaches. i was hyper coz i was on a boat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzHI/AAAAAAAAATg/io_xcRq7oMM/s1600-h/DSCN0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzHI/AAAAAAAAATg/io_xcRq7oMM/s320/DSCN0760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692728361995378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzII/AAAAAAAAATo/gK54J1BCcxk/s1600-h/DSCN0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUW7DrzII/AAAAAAAAATo/gK54J1BCcxk/s320/DSCN0763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692728361995394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last picture of the blog. i was in the tourist shopwith a mask on ... there were sooo many masks in venice, i mean i know its well known for masks and stuff but come on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUXLDrzJI/AAAAAAAAATw/8lnZ2xIzQms/s1600-h/DSCN0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzBUXLDrzJI/AAAAAAAAATw/8lnZ2xIzQms/s320/DSCN0770.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129692732656962706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for such a beautiful time Alec!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4077733272573666127?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4077733272573666127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4077733272573666127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4077733272573666127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4077733272573666127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-romantic-last-minute-trip-to-venice.html' title='How romantic, a last minute trip to venice'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RzA0FbDryII/AAAAAAAAALs/8qKEaFtYYQY/s72-c/DSCN0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-1135466005693359963</id><published>2007-11-02T08:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:54.517Z</updated><title type='text'>Halloweens coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ryrcz7DryHI/AAAAAAAAALk/NsHypljG9JE/s1600-h/DSCN0520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ryrcz7DryHI/AAAAAAAAALk/NsHypljG9JE/s320/DSCN0520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153910299314290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... halloweens coming, witches will be after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh, 2 nights ago, i played a gig at the night n day in manchester - what a charming place! the toilets are so clean and lovely!! ok so i played with Emmy the Great and the lovely Gideon conn...Seeeing as it was Halloween i thought, i NEED to dress up, its just silly if i dont. i mean i know ive grown up and people at the age of 20 shouldnt be dressing up but ive been doing it since i was tiny! any way, it was really funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh emmy, i thought you were dressing up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah i have, as an indie kid..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmhmhmh... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some pictures of the lovely gig.. ENJOY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i find rude. when the main act.... doesnt even watch you play! i think we should all support each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; Yesss thats right, me and mother slaved away making this Bumble bee outfit!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMLDryCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JEJ8hWNvTxA/s1600-h/DSCN0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMLDryCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/JEJ8hWNvTxA/s320/DSCN0504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153227399514146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; While i was playing, someone moved my merch onto a stool! The cheek on that!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMLDryDI/AAAAAAAAALE/AvtrNfaHmcY/s1600-h/DSCN0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMLDryDI/AAAAAAAAALE/AvtrNfaHmcY/s320/DSCN0507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153227399514162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMrDryEI/AAAAAAAAALM/DfTUtPYNcxg/s1600-h/DSCN0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMrDryEI/AAAAAAAAALM/DfTUtPYNcxg/s320/DSCN0510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153235989448770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMrDryFI/AAAAAAAAALU/fskEAuobpZ8/s1600-h/DSCN0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcMrDryFI/AAAAAAAAALU/fskEAuobpZ8/s320/DSCN0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153235989448786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcM7DryGI/AAAAAAAAALc/hhFBgtvYzS4/s1600-h/DSCN0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyrcM7DryGI/AAAAAAAAALc/hhFBgtvYzS4/s320/DSCN0516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128153240284416098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-1135466005693359963?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1135466005693359963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=1135466005693359963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1135466005693359963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/1135466005693359963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloweens-coming.html' title='Halloweens coming'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ryrcz7DryHI/AAAAAAAAALk/NsHypljG9JE/s72-c/DSCN0520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4063344699319591996</id><published>2007-11-01T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:54.644Z</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>.... this is what ive been doing today.... hows about a lovely afternoon tea with sandwiches and cakes :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyohF7DryBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7wvYGrey-JY/s1600-h/DSC00236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyohF7DryBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7wvYGrey-JY/s320/DSC00236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127947511350937618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4063344699319591996?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4063344699319591996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4063344699319591996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4063344699319591996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4063344699319591996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RyohF7DryBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/7wvYGrey-JY/s72-c/DSC00236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-2173930030088736814</id><published>2007-10-29T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:45:29.714Z</updated><title type='text'>grrrr</title><content type='html'>Everything is crrrazzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much stuff to do, basically i have to pack stuff. All i keep on doing is writing lists, lists, lists all the friggin' time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "yeah im really prepared, i have a list" well in actual fact, im not prepared coz its all on PAPERRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Im heading to manchester to meet a lady.... this lady is doing a series on Channel 4 called BITE, I was going to be involved but you had to drive a ford car! i couldnt drive. so i didnt get the chance to do it. soo this lady who got the chance to do it is meeting me in Victoria train station at 5pm. Shes featuring me in her online blog. talking about coool up and coming things so its very nice .....Im taking her to my shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing her my pride and joy.. then were going to my gig at the Night n day.... so ooolala... all exciting, its a shame im shy... hmhm :) so ive got to get the train to manchester (40mins) get the train bak to hebden bridge(40mins) then... get the train back again!! haha thats like so much of my life wasted on public transport!! maybe its time i got a bike! now then ..... gig tomorrows going to be laaavely... its abit strange really, ive got that gig then the day after at the same time, and place im playing another...but ill be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as its halloween, ill be dressing up... and its not as a cat... no no no.... something a little cliche but fun! so when my gigs are over.... ill get home, have a bath the all of a sudden i have to go away to venice for a really really romantic holiday! oh the joy..... i actually cant wait! then 3 days later.... as sooon as i get back... i have a bath... and then ive got to rush to london to play a gig and do some songwriting with a man! oooh the joy haha. this means i wont even have time to comb my hair so its a good bloody job i had it cut shorted coz otherwise it'd look a little like amy winehouses.... and thats not really the look i tend to go for! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i cant relax and actually sit in my shop and make some more animals and sing more billie holiday! and drink lots of coffee... and chat to dorethy about how embroidery can ease the ladys mind. haha.. im not really sure if anyone read my blogs but if they didnt then tbh, i dont mind. i kinda like doing it. i actually carry 3 diarys with me! yeah talk about being prerpared. actaully im not prepared its more like... drawing and writing huge amounts of lists on what i should wear tomorrow hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im quite truthful in my blogs.. as you can tell and you know what annoys me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ....... this kinda stuff.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so today has been like so emotional, ive been working and then i had my lunch, it was like chicken, then i had this drink, then i went home and watched so tv and it was like so good. then i went to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that the only fun you have!!!!! oh my god, i think i need to go to bed. ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-2173930030088736814?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2173930030088736814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=2173930030088736814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2173930030088736814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/2173930030088736814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/grrrr.html' title='grrrr'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-3294279149246705309</id><published>2007-10-28T14:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:55.724Z</updated><title type='text'>Colettes Brithday party</title><content type='html'>ok so theres this lovely gal called colette and she likes my music (i think) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a msg from her friend James saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey lucy, its colettes birthday this week and we want to suprise her with you playing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how flattering, the thing is 2 years ago i played at her 16th so i thought id do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got the train and stuff, got her some wine and a card and headed there dressed as a cat... obvs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to colettes we headed through the door and James shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we found a stray cat in the street" and i went BOO!! haha she screamed and the night was rolling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i got up and played some songs then we had a break.... it was weird playing, it was quite difficult, like i wanted everyone talking and stuff but i wouldnt of been able to play... in the end i just wanted people to be merrry and drinking so i felt like i was butting right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway people seemed to like it soo :) &lt;br /&gt;when i let the party to get the train at 10:15 we realised there wasnt a train till 11:15 so i sat there gulping the wine until i knocked the bottle over, then that was boring hmhmh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i also lost my fucking phone... nowhere to be seen and im gutted coz hmhm i havent got a phone and ive got lots of gigs in london where if something happens i need my phone. hmh the best thing to do is.. get a new one!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pics of the journey to northwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3LDrx9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q1hZKd6BfD4/s1600-h/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3LDrx9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q1hZKd6BfD4/s320/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126393648017819602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3LDrx-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/P_p7b7BwMB0/s1600-h/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3LDrx-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/P_p7b7BwMB0/s320/GetAttachment-4.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126393648017819618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3bDrx_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/m6cyD7CghRg/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3bDrx_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/m6cyD7CghRg/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126393652312786930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha when i smile i dont actually look like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-3294279149246705309?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3294279149246705309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=3294279149246705309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3294279149246705309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/3294279149246705309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/colettes-brithday-party.html' title='Colettes Brithday party'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySb3LDrx9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/q1hZKd6BfD4/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8451014034332270009</id><published>2007-10-26T19:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:56.212Z</updated><title type='text'>Sheffield &amp; London</title><content type='html'>Well what can i say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been fab and i really really appreciate all the support some people have given me! i needed it, you know what its official, i can now do a half an hour set! i play 13 songs! and yes! thank god i got that one out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheffield was lovely. and london was the best, it was flippping packed and everyone was silent. its how a gig should be. not only does it piss me off but i pisses other people off when they are listening! so woo! ive finally found my favorite place to play! the night it called knom... its brilliant. apparently its like that all the time... so you music loverrrs go to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i played i was a little drunk and i was going on and on about the owl i crocheted....olivia, she was on the stage with me and she had her wing like tucked up so i looked like she was posing. she also got onstage with another band called left with pictures but the pianist was playing so aggresivly that she fell of and just led on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i played i got the cash and went to drink some wine..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now then, in the morning - i opened my bag to find i had either lost or someone had stolen the money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rings bells so much, im pretty sure ive had something happen to me like this before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this teaches me a big lesson and now my aim for the week is to add a little pocket onto my knickers and whenever i get paid i pop the money in there!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a stressful week. got lots of gigs in manchster next week, then i go to venice for a romantic holiday with the love of my life. who knows ... we might get married. haha then as soon as come back im rushing to london town to play with the amazing hush the many! then the day after im doing some recording with a very special person. ooolala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been doing some recordings with the Earlies recently and lets just say its fucking gorgeous! lots of horns, drums and bits!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im quite excited about doing so much stuff but im so rubbish at preparing, ill end up forgetting something really important like my guitar or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. got a new song on a video tht i did at the green note. www.youtube.com - search for lucy and the caterpillar and it should be there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be popping up some pics of my journey this wk sometime! xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE YOU GO - not many but its better than none!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWGd73wxvds"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWGd73wxvds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySZ7bDrx7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NLyWuhKVoO8/s1600-h/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySZ7bDrx7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NLyWuhKVoO8/s320/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126391522009008050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySZ-bDrx8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lL1BE-WiDdE/s1600-h/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySZ-bDrx8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/lL1BE-WiDdE/s320/GetAttachment-6.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126391573548615618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8451014034332270009?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8451014034332270009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8451014034332270009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8451014034332270009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8451014034332270009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/sheffield-london.html' title='Sheffield &amp; London'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RySZ7bDrx7I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NLyWuhKVoO8/s72-c/GetAttachment-3.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-8775889558244879725</id><published>2007-10-22T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:57.521Z</updated><title type='text'>In The City</title><content type='html'>Theres not much to say about ITC, I tell ya i hate playing it. i went into the midland hotel and it was swarming with record industry people. when i played it last year in the night n day all i could see what big old men not even nodding just glaring, thinking "is she worth money?"  obvs im not haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like every single artist is like &lt;br /&gt;"oh gosh, gotta be amazing coz were gonna get signed" when it doesnt work out like tht, we sell ourselves to those people and its so unfair. i came up with this really good idea. i thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmmh, people get so excited and pick out there best clothes and pick out there best songs for this event.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING TO DRESS AS..... A CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know wha i did it. i sat in pizza express as a cat i walked through manchester as a cat and i got shouted at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"show us yr pussy!" god thats original you dirty old man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty embarrasing at first but as the night went on, it was satisfying. I didnt watch anyone tbh, i can catch them another time and the worst gigs are the ones where pressure is put upon us! hope evryone did well and yeah here are some picturesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0YwT_S3yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/--1gkK3epD4/s1600-h/DSCN0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0YwT_S3yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/--1gkK3epD4/s320/DSCN0341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279169296031522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0YwT_S3zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q0jNNxY_7-8/s1600-h/DSCN0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0YwT_S3zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q0jNNxY_7-8/s320/DSCN0346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279169296031538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S30I/AAAAAAAAAJc/C9kO7uoGXm8/s1600-h/DSCN0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S30I/AAAAAAAAAJc/C9kO7uoGXm8/s320/DSCN0348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279173590998850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S31I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ODCsdkm2pnM/s1600-h/DSCN0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S31I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ODCsdkm2pnM/s320/DSCN0354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279173590998866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S32I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6kFVxuvNbY/s1600-h/DSCN0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ywj_S32I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Q6kFVxuvNbY/s320/DSCN0358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279173590998882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0ZAj_S33I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3pR-FzlJj00/s1600-h/DSCN0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0ZAj_S33I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3pR-FzlJj00/s320/DSCN0380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279448468905842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0ZAz_S34I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OpoKdCsaZj8/s1600-h/DSCN0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0ZAz_S34I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OpoKdCsaZj8/s320/DSCN0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124279452763873154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-8775889558244879725?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8775889558244879725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=8775889558244879725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8775889558244879725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/8775889558244879725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-city.html' title='In The City'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0YwT_S3yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/--1gkK3epD4/s72-c/DSCN0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-7508748172227392395</id><published>2007-10-22T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:43:58.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh the big 2-0!</title><content type='html'>Well its official, im no longer a teenager. ive actually writen a song about getting grey and driving posh cars! thats how serious it is. tbh, its pretty rubbish. i loved being a teenager, but now im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday night, i went out with the mother and on the 2nd night i went out with my lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some piccies - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0VcT_S3vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YrktmvFGM-k/s1600-h/DSCN0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0VcT_S3vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YrktmvFGM-k/s320/DSCN0250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124275527163764466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Vcj_S3wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/b9IDP6ghqu8/s1600-h/DSCN0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Vcj_S3wI/AAAAAAAAAI8/b9IDP6ghqu8/s320/DSCN0248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124275531458731778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Vcj_S3xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7gDltE8RYg8/s1600-h/DSCN0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Vcj_S3xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/7gDltE8RYg8/s320/DSCN0272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124275531458731794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fFvTpHPjT5o/s1600-h/DSCN0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3rI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fFvTpHPjT5o/s320/DSCN0281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124274994587819698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8aUr7Zy5cg0/s1600-h/DSCN0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8aUr7Zy5cg0/s320/DSCN0291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124274994587819714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8VOCDSJpxjI/s1600-h/DSCN0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9T_S3tI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8VOCDSJpxjI/s320/DSCN0301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124274994587819730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9j_S3uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fO95ARE2lEU/s1600-h/DSCN0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0U9j_S3uI/AAAAAAAAAIs/fO95ARE2lEU/s320/DSCN0303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124274998882787042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-7508748172227392395?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7508748172227392395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=7508748172227392395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7508748172227392395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/7508748172227392395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-big-2-0.html' title='Oh the big 2-0!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0VcT_S3vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/YrktmvFGM-k/s72-c/DSCN0250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4418878612762074583</id><published>2007-10-22T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:01.096Z</updated><title type='text'>All Saints - What a load of bollocks!</title><content type='html'>The day started of and i was in such a good mood. smiling my head off.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0GRT_S3eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R6n7sFqU-ns/s1600-h/DSCN0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0GRT_S3eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R6n7sFqU-ns/s320/DSCN0110.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124258845510786530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way to Nottingham, the town of robin hoods and guncrime. what the hell should i expect. well tbh it was lovely... the drive was nice too. we headed over the hills of Saddleworth moors. its tragic but beautiful. i took lots od pictures of the grass and cows! woo!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0HNz_S3fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2YdA_wR9-qY/s1600-h/DSCN0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0HNz_S3fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2YdA_wR9-qY/s320/DSCN0118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124259884892872178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Hbj_S3gI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ffNPlpwFoY/s1600-h/DSCN0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Hbj_S3gI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ffNPlpwFoY/s320/DSCN0121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124260121116073474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that was great. it made me think of running in a field or something. I was feeling so funny because ive know All Saints as a chavy kinda shop. Jay Jay Pistolet was playing too so i really didnt know what to expect. As i was walking, we found a dog. so i thought id have a picture with him coz he was funny &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0IBz_S3hI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H-CywQLODRw/s1600-h/DSCN0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0IBz_S3hI/AAAAAAAAAHE/H-CywQLODRw/s320/DSCN0123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124260778246069778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Nottingham for abit and we didnt really know where to go. I went to All saints to ask about everything but they didnt have the foggiest! it was flipping ridiculous!! appauling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ihj_S3iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOZMJrPivd4/s1600-h/DSCN0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ihj_S3iI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rOZMJrPivd4/s320/DSCN0125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124261323706916386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ihz_S3jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fqe-46Up4-0/s1600-h/DSCN0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Ihz_S3jI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fqe-46Up4-0/s320/DSCN0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124261328001883698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got to the venue at 7pm i was raring to go. apparently i was aloud some free clothes. i mean i wouldnt wear any of the stuff but i could sell it... you see making money as i go along. thats business woman tactics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played and it was rubbish. it was full of silly people who didnt care and it was the same for every artist and basically all saints are all about wanting to look "cool" when im sorry but your not. In the end i managed to get a £100 dress. well done to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Jdj_S3AAAAAAHc/CzRV7ursMyo/s1600-h/DSCN0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Jdj_S3kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/CzRV7ursMyo/s320/DSCN0148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124262354499067458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Jdj_S3lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/siLqO8B71Zo/s1600-h/DSCN0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Jdj_S3lI/AAAAAAAAAHk/siLqO8B71Zo/s320/DSCN0151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124262354499067474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i played in Derby and it was similar, actually it was slightly better. so here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some alcopops and that was it haha, the pictures say it all. and oh jay had a pretty funny van :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off at the train station. it was a delight, then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0NqT_S3mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yRBjCQYCsxA/s1600-h/DSCN0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0NqT_S3mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yRBjCQYCsxA/s320/DSCN0210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124266971588910690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqj_S3nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zsaQ4FnE5Ms/s1600-h/DSCN0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqj_S3nI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zsaQ4FnE5Ms/s320/DSCN0223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124266975883878002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqj_S3oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NkMv2xDX1oU/s1600-h/DSCN0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqj_S3oI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NkMv2xDX1oU/s320/DSCN0228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124266975883878018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqz_S3pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DWe0ibockLI/s1600-h/DSCN0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqz_S3pI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DWe0ibockLI/s320/DSCN0229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124266980178845330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqz_S3qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YwKZMGiKV8M/s1600-h/DSCN0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0Nqz_S3qI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YwKZMGiKV8M/s320/DSCN0239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124266980178845346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4418878612762074583?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4418878612762074583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4418878612762074583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4418878612762074583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4418878612762074583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-saints-what-load-of-bollocks.html' title='All Saints - What a load of bollocks!'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Rx0GRT_S3eI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R6n7sFqU-ns/s72-c/DSCN0110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4792762436174414744</id><published>2007-10-08T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:35:26.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bastard shoes</title><content type='html'>i played with lightspeed champion on friday, it was ace! the audience wearnt really getting into it but i was and thats all that matters. i played lots of songs and people liked it so thats a start! afterwards alec and i went to celebrate his friends birthday at M2, if you know manchester, youll understand why i was dreading it. i put on a simple dress and hoped i wouldnt get hit haha. so we walked there and stood in the que, i was a little pissed but when i was waiting i became sober and realised my shoes were fucking killing me! i thought.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"once i get another drink down me, ill be fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NOOO!! it got worse and worse.. it got to the point where i couldnt stand up!! haa disasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sat there drinking the shittest drink i have ever tasted in my entire life in agony!&lt;br /&gt;the thing is.... i left my guitar at the venue so iwearnt dragging it around town but in the guitar case my flat shoes! haha typical. thats another pair of shoes in the bin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a phone call of my manager today saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lucy..... concentrate......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i concentrated...... haha and he said 2 gigs on weds and thurs in notts and derby! ace! playing with the lovely Jay Jay Pistolet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of gigs. so excited!! xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4792762436174414744?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4792762436174414744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4792762436174414744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4792762436174414744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4792762436174414744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/10/bastard-shoes.html' title='bastard shoes'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-5038208855425956884</id><published>2007-09-25T14:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:02.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration...</title><content type='html'>..whenever im going out, i need a boost of inspiration to help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures that help me throught the hard times. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkPFj_S3dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KHJ8jcal7tU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkPFj_S3dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KHJ8jcal7tU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135440090389970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkPBz_S3cI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G6xFev3jz4o/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkPBz_S3cI/AAAAAAAAAGc/G6xFev3jz4o/s320/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135375665880514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkO-j_S3bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OXVxJXrqAo0/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkO-j_S3bI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OXVxJXrqAo0/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135319831305650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkO6D_S3aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nS8mAznYx78/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkO6D_S3aI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nS8mAznYx78/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135242521894306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkOzj_S3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iZS6FBSnV2U/s1600-h/ihana50s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkOzj_S3ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iZS6FBSnV2U/s320/ihana50s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114135130852744594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-5038208855425956884?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5038208855425956884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=5038208855425956884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5038208855425956884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/5038208855425956884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RvkPFj_S3dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KHJ8jcal7tU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35057554.post-4797163837084125155</id><published>2007-09-15T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:44:02.886Z</updated><title type='text'>New Islington festival</title><content type='html'>I know this was a few weeks ago but i did a little building site of a festival (it was the most unorganised festival ever) but hey we cant always be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had help from my mum and my beautiful boyfriend alec (thanks guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this festival was called the new islington festival, it was set in the most horrible part of manchester ever, ancoats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got there and i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how the fuck am i going to walk on here in my heels"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could, it was impossible. so with my beautiful 1930's dress i wore my... UGG boots. haha classy and sofisticated you may think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a chav had seen coleen in a vintage dress and copied her! dissscusting but.. the show must go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we set the tent up as nice as we could, considering there was dust and muck everywhere it was quite successful.&lt;br /&gt;all the clothes and bits looked good. i was quite suprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put nice tea sets out and popped embroided 1950's table clothe's on the tables. it looked cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPER WIVES played - she was brill &lt;br /&gt;PETTY THIEF played - ammmazing, hes a true gent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so did i.... thanks to everyone who came along. im really appreciated. my mum managed to clap before i finished my song which is pretty funny i belted out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bloooody hell, my own mother doesnt even know my songs!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) so yeah, here are a couple of picsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwoo6myJbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c8mtdpBlIXk/s1600-h/DSCN9979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwoo6myJbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c8mtdpBlIXk/s320/DSCN9979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110504360550475186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the celebrities - craig David and one of the chuckle brothers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwq0qmyJfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NhIBfirq1yc/s1600-h/DSCN9983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwq0qmyJfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NhIBfirq1yc/s320/DSCN9983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110506761437193714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwo36myJcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CTCoJHCeVmM/s1600-h/DSCN9980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwo36myJcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CTCoJHCeVmM/s320/DSCN9980.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110504618248512962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RuwpZamyJeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mCiyLQrZTUk/s1600-h/DSCN9991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/RuwpZamyJeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mCiyLQrZTUk/s320/DSCN9991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110505193774130658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35057554-4797163837084125155?l=lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4797163837084125155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35057554&amp;postID=4797163837084125155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4797163837084125155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35057554/posts/default/4797163837084125155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandthecaterpillaradventures.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-islington-festival.html' title='New Islington festival'/><author><name>Lucy &amp;amp; The Caterpillar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01128755744226190408</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://myspace-066.vo.llnwd.net/01134/66/02/1134882066_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EhnYHghQAA/Ruwoo6myJbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/c8mtdpBlIXk/s72-c/DSCN9979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
