The Suddenly Kate Show

Skipping down the lane
With optimism and joy
With everything to gain
Having fun with a new toy

Tripping on the ground
And falling to your knees
There's nobody around
To listen to your pleas

Pull yourself back up to stand
Brush the dirt from your dress
Things never go quite as planned
You never do impress

Raise your chin and dry your eyes
Forget about the past
It doesn't matter how many tries
The memories always last

It's time to start again and skip
And fill your heart with passion
Next time make sure that you don't trip
It's not a passing fashion.

Finally!

My Halloween exchange piece took ages to arrive with Shanon - I posted hers the day after she posted mine and it has been over a week later in arriving but at least it has done so before Halloween.

I was really excited as I liked the piece when it was finished and she has the honour (lol!) of having the first thing that I finished with my sewing machine!

When I received mine from her I was so pleased I was slightly worried she may not like hers but she says she does :D  Here are some photo's I took during its creation and prior to sending...

The pattern was taken from this sampler...

On Tuesday I asked a Twitter friend if she remembered a particular brand of crisps, she didn't  and I didn't  and my sister didn't and no-one else did! Still, to this day it is plaguing me - feel free to add your suggestion in the comments.
It was a rainy Tuesday in October When I thought of crisps and then I told her I said "Lynn, you won't want to believe it When I tell you, you'll think I'm an utter tit"
She said "you are! but whats up Kate? You can tell me, I'm your twitter mate" I shared the news of my new dilemma With her and then, my older sister Emma
I told her they're crisps you find in a cheap pub Not the kind from your local country club I said you know the ones I mean They come in blue packets and not the green
"Smiths" she cried, "do you think it is them?" "No!, but thanks you're such a gem" "Walkers" she hollered "or maybe Brannigans" I knew this had started a whol…

Todays rant is sponsored by ‘Movember’

“During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces in the UK and around the world. The aim of which is to raise vital funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer and testicular cancer.” 
Some of you may be wondering what I could possibly be about to say about Movember. Well…. lets get this straight first... I do not have a problem with raising money for testicular cancer, prostate cancer or mens health. I do not have a problem with raising money for charity. I do not have a problem with sponsored events. I do not have a problem with events that are open to men of all fitness levels. What I do have a problem with is...
I do have a problem with people giving money to men for not shaving. As far as I know it requires very little effort, actually, I am pretty sure it is biological. I understand that not all men want to run marathons, climb mountains and cycle the globe…

Hi All,

Today I wrote a song and asked if anyone wanted to write some music to go with it! My first ever song and a guy from a cool band write one for me! I am so excited I want to scream it from the top of every mountain. So I hope you dont mind me asking you to go check out the post and have a listen...

http://suddenlykateshow.blogspot.co.uk/2012/10/write-4-ten-on-fishing-boat.html


Everybody SCREAMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

During band interviews, I used to ask whether the song came first or the music. I was surprised to hear most say that the music came first but it is a bit like the chicken and the egg scenario.

I cannot write music and I doubt I am the greatest song writer that ever there lived, but this morning I was inspired to write a song albeit a very brief folksy (I imagine) song. I would love to be able to have some music to go with this and if you are a musician who has accidentally stumbled onto this page and thinks you have a tune for it then I would love to hear it (hoping for miracles). EDIT: Someone recorded it for me!!! See video below!

It was written in response to the Write4Ten prompt: On a fishing boat [Setting] (please note: I have changed the image as this is more appropriate to the theme of my song/ditty)


As I sail to you
Early in the morning, through the wind and the rain My body is beaten by nature, without any refrain I battle the seas, with my sails and my net Just to get clos…

Welcome, welcome, one and all! Roll up, roll up to the Tuesday ball!

So (in the words of the great artist Pink) lets get this party started!

I don't know if writing a post entitled Tuesday Truth is such a great idea, up until today I have probably written about 100 posts expressing my own personal truths about certain subjects. These posts have never been published.

So what happened to them? 

I tend to get inspired whilst at work, I then walk home and spend 35 minutes composing in my head a very wordy and groundbreaking rant about said subject. As I reach home, I come to the conclusion that it is probably best to keep my opinions to myself, and whatever had irked me enough to cause this cerebral rant to the nth degree has now been worked through. The post is no more and it disappears as quickly as it came about. There have even been instances where I have clicked on 'New Post' and started in with something like...


I just don't understand some people...

Most of my rants …

Recorded version...
Write 4 Ten: Casual

Oh damn! He says he wants to keep our relationship casual. Casual?! What is that supposed to mean exactly? I’ve never been able to understand what that means. Does it just mean that we don’t speak about our feelings? Does that mean that I am not supposed to call him my boyfriend? Even after 6 months?
Oh damn! I’m stuck now in an awkward silence, one that I can’t break without it being awkward, I don’t know exactly how to respond. If I ask what it means am I breaking some unwritten rule? I wonder if I can tell by looking at him. Did my heart just flutter? I think it’s a bit too late for casual. I think, I think I love him. I’ve ruined it now by falling for him. It’s going to be my entire fault for sure. After all, he wants it to be casual and I have messed up. I daren’t look at him, dare I?
Oh damn! I can’t look away. My eyes are locked on him; I just need to see if I can read it in his face, does he really mean it? His eyes aren’t saying much, ju…

The band I am about to review today is a band that I never met through Twitter! Shocking news, right? Earth shattering? Maybe not.

I found these guys through Spotify in what was a game of word association. It started with a friend saying lets send each other songs to do with America. I put in California and randomly selected a song called ‘California Year’ by The Brokenmusicbox. They're not bad, I would recommend checking out the track ‘Possible to Arrange’ from their latest album ‘A Life Less Underground’. I recommended this to a friend and she asked me to send her the track via Spotify. This resulted in me trying to desperately recall the name of the song…so I typed in Broken Music…and a new list appeared and Tele Mori were on that list as their album is called Sounds from a Broken Music Box.

It was a pretty long winded way of discovering them. But I was happy when I did. I listened to the album a couple of times and was impressed. I don’t know why it took me so long to see if …

I nearly forgot that today was FSF day!

Here is my contribution :)


Tonight was THE night.
In the past she had always chickened out but tonight nothing was going to stand in her way.
He wouldn’t know what hit him she thought, as she smoothed the silk gown over her hips and carefully placed her feet into the crystal slippers, he didn’t stand a chance when she looked this good.
Entering the ballroom from the side entrance, she could see him talking to one of her ugly sisters – ugh! – this Prince was hers and she was going to show everyone.
She grabbed the nape of his neck, closed her eyes and kissed him as her stomach performed a million somersaults, she opened her eyes “Buttons!”

Some non-fiction for you! I bet you are happy about that, especially with a prompt such as ‘infection’…I do like to spoil you! Its a bit long too...

So just to keep Bill from TEHI happy, I shall begin this true-life tale with this…



…When I was living in Africa…
Actually, I was living in Africa, Ghana to be precise. It was back in the days when it was still a third world country. I had gone there as a VSO volunteer. The VSO is like the Peace corp. It was something I had long wanted to do, being a child of the eighties, I was inspired by Live Aid (the first time around) and if I could have gone then, there is no doubt in my mind that I would have. My mother could probably confirm a conversation whereby I suggested this as an option.

I hate to see inequality or suffering, maybe its because I am a nice person or maybe its because I am a Libran but for whatever reason I often think its unnecessary when there are resources in the world for it not to happen. Anyway, this is about infection…

Today is Wednesday on Write 4 Ten and its a setting...


The smell of disinfectant caressed her nasal passages and weaved its way towards her throat, she could taste the bitterness on her tongue and it made her heave, as she tried to sit up. A hand grabbed her arm, it was strong but handled her tenderly. An almost gravelly voice told her to “lie back, it will be ok, just lie back”.
She flickered open her eyes but the intensity of the light was too much and she could only squint. It was all shadows. She tried to move again but felt a sharp stabbing pain in her side and the feeling was so intense that she crumpled into the gurney, her eyes rolled up slightly and a small squeak creaked out of her throat.
Her teeth began to chatter involuntarily and she shivered. The feeling of coldness had sprung from nowhere, only a moment ago she had been burning up with fever she thought, as she felt a blanket being placed on her. Her body seemed to have adopted a jumpsuit of numbness. She could feel eve…