...and I like it! 

"With whom?" You ask.

I'm sorry to disappoint, but it's not a boy.  No, no, it's with a band.  Yes, me and 4 lads from Wales have become well and truly reacquainted.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the best of British... Stereophonics

'Performance and Cocktails' was the album that caught my attention.  I then went back for 'Word Gets Around' and the love affair began...

Kelly Jones has the most wonderful voice and I got seriously into them when they headlined at V festival in 2002 (I was in attendance and only 2nd row!).  But things dwindled between us and I lost interest in favour of some American bands and of course moving to the US for a bit.  But thanks to hearing 'Handbags and Gladrags' the other day I have fallen back in love with them and they're a regular play for me at the moment.  The songs above are my all time Stereophonics favourites; although I do think most of their songs are pretty awesome.

I seem go through stages of listening to artists, but at the moment I'm still stuck on my 90's rock theme, whilst dipping in and out of a little Incubus.  All that I'm surrounding myself with at the moment will eventually become the soundtrack for this point in my life, so I'm glad I'm making good musical choices.

As for everything else?  Well I'm a little poorly, I've got a monster sore throat and I'm sounding more and more hoarse at the days go on.  Either I'm morphing into Sophia Bush or I should lay off the singing (belting) in the car and get some early nights!  Things seems to be going well though, I'm happy and relatively content with life.  I do wish though that I could be quicker in pulling my finger out, but all good things....

I had such a good time last night, random, but good. I’d arranged the week before to meet up with Dani but she forgot that Tuesdays were music nights round Emma’s place (Emma is an old school friend and Lisa’s older sister) and so I tagged along to that. Thankfully she had the foresight to text me on Monday and on Tuesday to remind me of what day it was… given my recent history of Tuesday confusion.

With cider in hand we arrived at their country house to be greeted with the sound of Counting Crows and the growl of the psychotic dog. Their little darling “Rizla” (yes, Rizla!) has been diagnosed as a schizophrenic pooch and has had to have therapy… or be put down! He’s apparently improved with time, a little while ago you couldn’t look him in the eye otherwise he’d go for you, now he just doesn’t like to be touched, which is unfortunate when he’s humping/ripping to pieces the stuffed dog toy right by my feet :/

I’ve not seen Emma for yonks and I’ve not been to that house since I did an Ann Summers party there about 4-5 years ago! She’s just joined Facebook and is scanning in all her old photos, including one of me aged about 14 holding a stuffed duck. A lot of pictures of me aged around 14 seem to be surfacing lately, hmmmm. Still, it was nice to chill out, play with the puppy (not the psycho dog, she has 3 pooches) and chat over a couple of glasses of cider whilst her boyfriend and his punk band practice their set in the living room. It was loud.

I’m quite looking forward to the next few weeks. Not that I’ve got much on now, but as Kate reminded me ‘you’re single, you have time now, make plans’, so I’m going to have lunch with her soon, most likely spend some evenings in the pub, pick up my writing again (now that my head’s straight) and just generally relax… it sounds like heaven!

Of course there’s also Ireland soon, and I cannot wait to see my niece and nephew, they’re the cutest kids on the planet! Plus my brother and Chloe seem have a way of making me feel better about things and I’m always able to come away from staying at their house with a fresh outlook and a bit of perspective… which is always a good thing!

This must be becoming a theme as this is the second time I've posted this song as part of blog post in recent months... I think it just sums up what's been going on in my head lately.

Long live the GROHL!

OK, I’ve decided to come clean, spill the beans, and let the cat out of the bag…

For the last few weeks I’ve been walking around in a bubble thinking that nothing else is being affected by what’s been going on. That has got to be the single most selfish perception I could have had. I know loads of you have been worried, I know I’ve been dodging calls from many of you, everyone has been so accommodating of me while I take the time to make sense of things in my head… and I’ve just not really given a shit about what’s happening around me.

Today I realised the full extent of my recent actions, something which kind of came and slapped me on the face during my hangover on Saturday. A friend of mine, who I’ve not known an awful long time, has been unfortunate to have had the brunt of it. At least with existing friends and family they all know and love me, despite my flaws and will put up with a certain amount of shit but for someone who has no loyalty to me whatsoever, it’s not very nice for me to have expected the same kind of consideration.

To know that I’ve hurt his feelings and made him feel awkward has really got to me. Why? Because I care a lot about him, he’s a great guy, and totally not deserving of a dose of Selina craziness! I’m not sure if he’ll still want to talk to me now, but for the record I’m sorry and didn’t mean to go nuts on you x I am perfectly sane, and swear that the last couple of weeks have been completely out of character for me, 100%!

I’ve got to think about my next blog post and once you’ve all read everything will make sense, I promise. But for now know I’m fine, just red faced with embarrassment, feeling a little sheepish and very, very sorry!

For the first time in a while I cried a little today. It’s unfortunate though that I was sat on a packed out train at the time. I wasn’t wailing and doing the skipped breathing thing, but I did ‘well up’ and as much as I tried to fight the tears from bubbling over my eyelids, they still fell.

Why was I crying? I just felt a little sad, that’s all. It’s weird as I don’t feel anything else and haven’t done, but watching Knocked Up last night got me thinking (no, not about being knocked up, lol) and this thought process continued into this morning.

As I sat staring out of the window watching all the trees go past, watching the houses, going under tunnels, and on occasion catching a glimpse of my reflection in the window… something happened. I don’t know if it was the fact that the clouds in the sky parted and a ray of sunshine began to peek through the woodland I was passing, or if it was the song that had begun playing on my iPod, but I felt a sense of clarity. My mind then focused on the beauty of where I was and today suddenly felt like it would be a good day.