Lonelyyyy!
This suuuucks! Having a good body and for what? There’s no one here to see it! Haha.
Mum and Mal are off to London, it’s too late to drive to see dad and Jill and when it was early enough I didn’t feel I could drive safely, Ian’s obviously away and all my mates have gone to uni!!
It’s terrible!!
I’m really lonely here, just tried speaking to Ian on Facebook chat but it didn’t really work, he’d ask a question and then lose signal before I got the chance to reply so it was a bit one sided!
Feeling really sleepy, so hopefully I’ll fall asleep soon and not have to worry about being lonely 
Tia-Rhian xx
I’m fed up of people walking all over me.
Lyrics by Remi Nicole 
I’m done with people using me. I’m talking about Pieter in this case, but I get it from people a lot.
He knows full well that I’d bail him out whenever her wants money. I could have raised enough money for my kite and still give him £100 if he asked me for it. Everyday, he brings in a packed lunch. I usually have about 70p or whatever I can find in my pocket which will buy me…a cheap hot chocolate, a big cookie, an apple or a pasty. And if he asks for 70p so he can buy one of those things, I still give it to him. I don’t know why, don’t ask me. But I feel like he needs it more than me. So he uses my money, grabs what he wants. And then he’ll sit down and eat whatever food is in his bag, while I sit next to him absolutely starving…
He knows that I’m going to give up my time and hang out with him if it makes him feel better ever though I want some time to myself. Like when me and Nia were supposed to have a girly curry night. He called, he was upset, so I ran home, grabbed some money, hopped on the train and two buses and straight to his house. Whenever he feels lonely, he can come over, even though I’m tired, I need an early night, I just want to watch Criminal Minds and go to sleep. If I’ve got work to do, all he has to do is ask and I’ll talk to him, or I’ll go to the garage with him to fix his car. When I want to spend the weekend chillin’ out with my family who I never see, he asks and I go to the middle of east bloody nowhere.
He knows that I’d do anything for him if he asked. Even when I don’t want to, I still will because I feel like he needs it more than I do. Sure, I’d give anyone everything I had but it doesn’t mean I won’t miss it when it’s gone.
It’s not like I sit here, heart broken, eyes water cause I want a kite so bad but I can’t afford it cause I give people money when they’re hungry. And it’s not like I sit here trying to remember how the Old Mill smells, and what Fatz cheesy fries taste like, and what happens at Zumba, until I’m blue in the face wanting to scream cause I can’t afford to go back to SC cause I’ve given someone all my money, again.
He should know that I’m not going to say no. He does know, in fact, that I’d never say no. If he cared at all, he just wouldn’t ask. And it’s the same with anyone else. Of course I’m going to offer them money if they’re hungry, I’m not just going to sit there stuffing my face in front of them :S
And I’m convinced that Ash invited me to London with her on the weekend because her parents wouldn’t let her travel to London on her own. Which is fine, cause The Slackers were awesome, I got to hang out with Stu, and I met the guys from Anti-Vigilante which was really cool. Ash stalked The Skints and ignored me whenever Jamie or anyone else was around. But I hung out with Andy a lot of the night and we had a catch up and I got to meet Dave Hillyard (one of my many sax idols). It just sucks to feel like I’ve been used by my best friend to get to a band, who couldn’t give a shit about her…actually, Jon (the bassist) and her and really good friends. But it’s like…she can go off with them and do her thing and talk to them for as long as she wants…then she can come back to me, and I’ll be waiting like a little puppy for my “friend”.
Josie’s the same too. She’s my best mate till she has a boyfriend :/ Since she’s been with James, she’s no where to be seen. Apart from the other night when she stayed at mine…she was on a college trip and needed to stay in Llanelli so she could to college the next day. So she stayed here…she was supposed to stay the next night too. But no, she texted at the time she was meant to get here to say she couldn’t cause she’d made other plans. And it’s like…by all means, just leave me in the dark. I’m here to cater for your needs after all. Did she not consider that I might actually need my friend once in a while? Like, did she not consider that I might be a bit fed up of being walked on?
Don’t get me started on Lel either. The amount of times she’s asked me to come and see her, she can’t come up here because it’s a long drive. So I give up my weekend to drive down and see her…then she’s impossible to get hold of. Until she texts to say sorry but something has come up. By which point I’d have driven like an hour to come and see her.
Just so sick of it. So, so, so sick of it. I know, I’m a push over. I don’t ask for money or new things off people. I joke about people buying me a kite and stuff, but I don’t ask for anything. If someone gives me something I need then that’s awesome, like so awesome and I’m so grateful. But like…gah. Tab’s laptop was dying and he needed a new one so he asked mum for a new one. Tadaaaaa, he got one. Mine hasn’t been able to switch on for months. It’s completely dead. No lights. Nothing. I can’t ask mum for a new one cause that’s not fair, she wouldn’t say no to me if she knew it was something I need and she’s got her own stuff she needs to spend money on, so I’ve not asked. And I’ve not got a laptop.
Tab asks mum and dad all the time to help him out with archery stuff. I took up compound archery and I needed a release aid. He said he couldn’t give me his cause it was his spare and he needed it, dad said he’d buy me one. Awesome. Then Tab decided he needed a new one, asked dad for it, dad got him a new one and I got his old spare. Tab got new X10 arrows, I got dads old ACE’s (which are really good, it’s just these were falling apart), Tab got new Fat Boy arrows, I got mum’s old ACE’s that wouldn’t fly right at all, Tab’s had about 4 bows. Each costing about £300 each, at a guess. Tons of new arrows…there’s a shed load in the spare room. There’s a video of him online shooting a rugby goal post with one of his X10′s (they cost £27 per arrow).
I’d really love £300 for a second hand kite. Not even £300. £150 would do it, I can try and save up the rest. Or even like £200 for my harness and board and stuff. But I can’t ask for it cause they’ve got stuff that they want to spend money on. And I can’t afford it cause I keep giving my money to other people.
I just wish that it’d matter to someone what I want sometime. My parents have given me so much, I know. They bought my two pianos, my first sax, the violin and flute were both Tab’s that I got my hands on when he decided he didn’t want to play them. Dad just bought me £300′s worth of acoustic guitar for my 18th, and I love it so much. I sleep with it next to my bed. And I want music more than anything, I love it. Like Tab loves the subject he’s chosen. They’ve funded stuff for his Uni work and his chosen subject, he’s doing sports massage, they bought him a massage table. They’ve funded my music and bought me instruments. It just gets to me that he asks for archery equipment that he doesn’t need and he gets it. It pisses me off that he gets all this new archery stuff, then drinks the night before a competition and shoots like a tit anyway. While I’m sat here bawling like a baby right now cause I want to go to the beach with my friends and not have to sit on the sand and watch them have fun cause I don’t have a kite. He’d never be this upset over a piece of archery kit that he wants but can’t afford. I can’t imagine him not getting something he wants :S I’m trying to think of what he’d do if someone full on just told him he can’t have those new arrows, he hasn’t got the money, mum and dad aren’t paying for it. He’s not having it until he can buy it. He’d throw a stop probably, until someone gives in. I can’t imagine him just accepting that he simply can’t have it. He just wouldn’t. Mum and dad would give it to him anyway, so I guess we won’t ever find out.
Gah 
Tia-Rhian xx
Whatcha say? That it’s just what we need, you decided this.
Lyrics by Imogen Heap
Bit of an uppy downy day to be fair…
It was cool cause it was sunny aaaall day and me and Char went shopping. She was like the cool aunt that wasn’t really an aunt when I was younger and we haven’t hung out in ages. But we went shopping and she bought me some leggings for £2 which was s nice of her!!
It was an archery shoot, and I wasn’t shooting and neither was Char. But I fancied going to see everyone.
Except a lot of people were telling me that they were worried about Tab and how he’s living his life. And that a lot of people were getting pissed off at his money situation and how he just expects people to bail him out when his money’s gone. These people would, of course, because he’s their friend and they love him to bits. But it’s not fair. He should just get a job and pay his own way, or at least stop spending all his money on booze. They were saying how they’d hoped that his relationship issues with Amy would make him sort himself out a bit more, or at least by being with someone really ambitious. They were saying how pissed off it made them that he was so rude about asking for money, or asking for food or something. It’s just he doesn’t think much about other people and can come across quite arrogant and it’s been really getting to Amy. Like he’s spent all his money on alcohol when he’s been out and she’s had to pay for his petrol, or paid for his competition entry fee’s and he’s not paid her back and that sort of thing. He knows that his friends and family are going to bail him out if he asks cause they love him. They told me they think he’s being manipulative.
And like…it’s not just the old family friend that told me either, some of his other friends and stuff…like 4 people, I think.
It completely tore my up cause I felt like I should stick up for him. I really wanted to. He’s my big brother who’s looked out for me and I love him more than anyone. But I couldn’t say anything cause I know they’re right. And there’s nothing I can do. Like, all his friends were talking about him and he didn’t know…and I couldn’t say anything.
I don’t know what to do :S
Tia-Rhian x
Final dear JB.
Hey Uncle John,
Me and Tab used to call you that when we were kids before I started calling you JB when I came to stay with you guys. I remember you used to work in CK’s. Me and Tab called it “Uncle John’s supermarket” hah.
I don’t actually have that many memories of you from when I was a kid, you know. That either means I saw you so often that not many things stand out…or that I hardly ever saw you. I remember silly things like fishing in the stream by Granddads and where you guys used to live. I remember going round to your side of the house by Granddads and hanging out there…
Oh gosh, now I think of it, I remember quite a bit. But really silly things from when I was right tiny. Like Maggie having puppies. I think it may have been before Bandit’s time. But I remember us all sitting in the lounge a few days after the puppies were born and you showing them to me and Tab, and then you took us down to the barn place where you kept them when they were a bit older to see them.
I remember silly things about your house too…like that little Bambi…thing. It was like a stuffed toy or something that you guys kept in the bathroom, it had a really weird texture, and I used to like sitting on the stairs and playing with it. I can vaguely remember it…must have been about 13 years ago!
And I remember being upstairs at Granddad’s and you telling us the “oh, how nice” joke! I still remember it, and I still remember how you and Linda told it. It was hilarious.
So there are lots of little memories like that. Then there’s the ones from Milton Keynes, there aren’t many there. But you and Linda took me and Tab to see Johnny English, and we thought you were the coolest adults on the planet cause you wanted to get home in time for The Simpsons. And I think we ate KFC that night too, which can only add to your cool points on the Tab and Tia chart. And I remember the home made bread you made that night which was absolutely GLORIOUS! AND I remember how much butter you put on it, dad nearly flipped!
I can’t believe it’s been a year. I keep remembering the little things you did, all the sweet names you’d call Linda and me. And the way you called me “girl” all the time. It’s funny cause it really annoyed me at the time, I remember thinking “I’ve had a name for the last 16 years! Please use it!!”. I find it hilarious now, how I thought I knew everything. You probably found it pretty hilarious too!
But I do miss all those little things. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just missing you and Linda like I did when I got back from my visit, because I thought I’d be seeing you again. But this is different because every time I have a little giggle to myself about something you’ve done, that horrible reminder comes into my head that I’m not going to be able to hear that ridiculous fake-sounding laugh you did after cracking a joke (“puhtaahh!” lol). Then, I just get really sad. It’s like it’s hit me all over again.
I remembered earlier about the day you’d gone. Me and mum were driving and we got a phone call from dad. Mum pulled the car over and told me the news. It was a really, really sunny day (like it is today) and everything had been so nice that morning. Me and mum didn’t really say anything, we were on our way to her boyfriend’s house. I’m not sure if we actually said anything or not, but we didn’t look at each other. I knew we were both crying our eyes out. I couldn’t do anything though, I didn’t even bother wiping the tears. We both just sat there, staring out the windscreen.
Today’s been good though. The sun has been shining all day, and I had a band practice with my band, Miacca. There isn’t a better thing I’d have rather have done today, I wouldn’t have liked sitting home. So getting to be with my friends, doing what and I love and chilling in weather that only reminds me of South Carolina and seeing you. I’ve been remembering little memories all day and having a little giggle to myself.
I’ll allow myself this one little cry tonight and then get back on my feet tomorrow. This will have to be the last “Dear JB” for at least another year. I don’t want to get myself stuck into missing you like this all of the time.
So, to a truly wonderful, wonderful man who was so insanely filled to the brim with love and kindness for people and animals alike, goodbye. I raise my bottle of ginger ale to you, good sir!
Your niece, Kitten xx
Dear JB
Hey JB.
Oh God, I miss America. I miss it so much. And every time I think of it, I think of something new that I miss and I cry even more.
I miss everyone so, so much. I miss Linda, and having our late night chats on the sofa in front of some terrible TV show and eating microwave popcorn. I miss waking up to Linda saying “go on Bandit! Go wake her up! Go on” and then seeing his face next to my pillow. And I miss stepping out of my room in the morning and him running at me, so happy to see me alive and well And I miss the risky walk from the bathroom to my room after a shower, trying to avoid getting goosed by him. I miss trying to eat 24 Krispy Kreme’s in a day (impossible, by the way!).
I miss eating a cheese and turkey bagel when I wake up. They don’t make them the same over here. And I miss cheesy fries at Fatz, the tiny little burger things ar the crab shack…sliders?? I miss hanging out with the Bakers and I miss watching scary films with Pam and eating pizza and all sorts of junk. OH GOSH! I even miss the GRITZ! I’d forgotten all about that…what did we put in it, Pam?? I can’t remember if it was just marge…I need to see if I can find some over here…And I miss talking to Stephanie on the phone. And I miss Liz and Rick’s crazy, crazy family.
And I miss sitting on Joretta’s porch, drinking cola and watching Bandit get covered in mud and Margret explore. And I miss Dale and his music so, so, so much! I miss having long discussions with him about bikes and music and the “no shitter” stories. And I miss him and Roz. I miss going to Roz and Dale’s to eat. And I miss their family and their sweet grandkiddies! And I miss Mary Cuthbertson! Good God, I miss that woman! She’s bloody insane and I love it! And I miss Audrey! And I miss stitching and bitching! And I actually miss Judy and Anne’s Tuesday evening meal, and talking about their dogs for hours and hours. And I miss meeting Barb and Bev for lunch and leaving feeling so inspired, I’ll never forget how she let me play John’s guitar…
And heck do I miss Lyn and Todd!! Linda if you see this…tell Lyn that without her, I’d never have prodded Stu and asked him to dance with me the other night, OR plucked up the courage to ask him to come to my gig in Cardiff! Gah!! I miss going to Todd and Lyn’s and hanging out on the porch with Maggie and Winston! And I miss eating the huge pizza and watching Mamma Mia! And going places with Lyn and talking to her about all sorts and learning all about her crazy life and getting pushed into talking to random strangers in the supermarket (thanks, by the way!). And WAAAAAAH, I miss going to Charleston beach! My gosh, Charleston is amazing. And I miss Winston’s little smiley face!
And I so miss Miami! I miss the crazy long drive down. Thanks Linda for putting up with all my music! And sorry most of it made us cry! And I miss lazing in the pool. And going into Miami with Raquel and Alicia. I miss Alicia!! I miss how much she felt like family after only spending 40 minutes with her! I love how she took it upon herself to look after me and make sure I had plenty of sunscreen on, and I love how positive she made me feel! And I miss going to see Raquel’s horse and trying to help each other with failing relationships and failing to take our own advice! And I miss Betty and her tapes! And how early she gets up! And her stories about Chid, and how her house smells. And I miss how nice the floor feels in her house once you’ve been outside bare feet. And I even miss Buttons. And I miss Mary Lynn and her epic cooking. And I miss dipping my feet in the pool and playing Raquel’s guitar. I miss my “date” with Jonathan, even though swimming for so long completely wore me out and I felt ill for most of it!!
I miss the thunderstorms! I miss trying to capture lightning on the camera and failing every time. I miss waking up at crazy o’clock cause of the thunder and being more scared than Bandit. I miss laughing at Maggie because she was too deaf to hear it. I miss snuggling up to Bandit on the floor when he got too scared.
I miss TENNIS!! I miss the sunburn and I miss going to practices, and going to matches and reading my book in the shade and looking up occasionally to see Linda whoop ass! (Seriously, JB, be proud as hell! The woman’s on fire, g!).
I miss going places with Cappy! We went to the river and jumped on all the rocks, and then to the music shop and played all the keyboards! It was awesome And I miss Chris goofing around. Gah! And I miss that day at the lake with the Bakers!
Oh God, you won’t BELIEVE how much I miss the miracle that is little miss Anna Kay. You’ve no idea. I think about her every day and wonder what mischief she’s getting up to now she’s more mobile! I can’t wait to hear her talk one day! And I can’t believe it’s nearly her first birthday! One entire year!
Waaah!! I miss Oliver and Twist!! And BOBBY JOOOOOOOOEEEE!! And the sheer mass that was Keeley.
I miss walking outside in the morning and feeling warm bones. I miss walking out very early in the morning and walking through Tia-sized-spider-webs and throwing my bagel everywhere…and screaming like an absolute girl. I miss drinking Sprite . I miss the studio. I miss…nothing days. Just lazy days. Another day in paradise.
I miss escaping my life. I miss escaping myself. I miss leaving the rain, the psycho boyfriend, the band, college…I miss just dropping everything and leading an alternative life for a month or two. I miss being me…just in a different place doing different things with more positive and happy people…I miss that, a lot.
I miss you soooooooooooo much uncle John. A year is a bloody long time to be missing someone, yano. And I love you so much. I love absolutely all the people you introduced me to that changed my life in such a massive way. If I ever, EVER get the chance to show you how thankful I am to you and all you did for me then it will never be a day too soon. That’s why, if I manage to pull this tour off, I want to dedicate the whole thing to you. And every performance I ever give for the rest of my life will be a dedication to you and your life.
I love you.
Tia-Rhian xx
In Memory of John Barrett: Part 1 :)
Hey JB
I think I’ll just start writing and hopefully I’ll remember a lot of things as I go along.
The first thing I want to say though is Thank You. For a lot of things, really. For being such a great God father and uncle to me, and such a great uncle to Tapani too. For being the kind and caring man I knew and loved, for being the absolute and perfect match for Linda, making you guys a couple I can look up to and people I felt I could turn to, for always believing in me and encouraging to do what I want to do and always telling me that the world is my oyster, it’s only these recent months that I’ve come to realize that it actually is.
The most important thing I want to thank you for though is how you guys welcomed me into your home in the Summer of 2008. I never, ever got to tell you how much that gesture changed my life. So…I guess I’ll do it now.
Before that Summer, I was living with my mum and my brother in Beulah. I didn’t like it because it wasn’t where I’d grown up, it didn’t feel like home. I didn’t feel at home at my dads house either, the house I grew up in, because it didn’t feel right without my mum and my brother there. I’d been dating Olly since long before my parents broke up, so I made my home with him. Whenever I felt homesick, I’d head to his house. Which wasn’t the best of environments, they all smoke pot and none of them have jobs or go to school apart from Phoebe. I felt at home there though so that’s where I spent most of my time. Until I sold some weed at school, I started cutting myself and thinking about suicide, I was terrified I was going to end up married at 18 (Olly had already asked me to marry him) and with a child by 19. I figured I’d rather die. Then mum decided the best thing for me would be to send me somewhere else to, I guess, get away from Olly.
When you guys accepted…I don’t know. I was excited, of course. But I was terrified. So so so scared.
But you guys totally accepted me. Warts and all. I was shy, I didn’t like who I was, I didn’t want people knowing about me in case they realized I was stupid, I was afraid of every thing. I didn’t want to do anything, or go anywhere, or meet anyone.
You gave me little responsibilities like doing odd jobs rounds the kennels, going to the bank with you, keeping my stuff in order and that sort of thing. You gave me my own space to call my home for a few months, my own privacy, but most of all, you introduced me to the most amazing, strong, influential people I’ve ever met.
I loved every little bit about my trip, from the first night there when we went to Fatz to eat the sweet little bun things, where I didn’t want to eat anything but cheesy fries. To watching PPV movies with you which you INSISTED were terrible or “meh” (like The Bucket List, 27 Dresses and The Rules of Engagement) which you secretly loved. To watching the killer whales in Sea world (I can never thank you enough for that…really. That made all of my dreams as a young child come true). To travelling all those miles in the car with you and Linda, you blatantly ignoring the satnav I loved watching you and Bandit curl up on the sofa and watch you laugh at Bandit licking the Frosty Paws all over the kitchen.
You helped me come such a long way…I came out of my shell and let people in for the first time since…maybe it was the first time ever. I never wanted anyone to know anything about me, I couldn’t even tell people about my panic attacks. But my last diary entry from that summer, I wrote it on the way back. It basically said all the things that changed about me…and you can tell from that one entry that my whole life changed.
Since then, I’ve ditched the lazy layabout Olly. I saw Pam and Matt and realized that I want what they have, I want to do it right. I’ve got my place in my chosen university, I’ve passed my driving test, I’m moving out and to the city, I’m looking for a genuine man who’s going to treat me the way you made me believe I should be treated…I’ve changed. And it’s all down to you.
Thank you so, so, so much.
Your niece, Kitten xx
These days I cuddle up to my guitar instead.
Soooo muuuuuch chocolate!!
Nomnomnomnomnomn!!
Well done Linda for running so far today! You’ve not stopped!! So proud of you! I bet you’re going to look so different when I see you!
Today I went to dinner with dad, Jill, Toivo and Linda and one of the waiters was goooooorgeous! Really…he was quite beautiful! And every time he came up to the table, Jilly would nudge me. Then as we were leaving dad and Jilly left him a note saying “To Dylan *my phone number* from Tia (Llanelli)”. I was so mortified!! I’d have never have done it on my own, mind. I’ve not turned my phone on yet, it’s run out of battery, but if he texts at all, it’ll probably be when he finishes work. They were talking about him the whole way home, saying “ooooh he seems like such a polite and nice boy!!” *rolls eyes*.
Hah I love how crazy my family are!! Think I might spend a lot more time down here 
Damaged my car…I dented the wheel cover and it’s got some scratches and stuff. Very embarrassing. I hit a wall haha. It’s not bad, it’s all repairable and stuff. But I’m going to have to pay for it…which means no kite yet
Tia-Rhian xx
Nothing’s gonna change my world…
Lyrics by…do I really have to say?? (The Beatles )
I heard from my brother this morning at 6am. I texted to ask how it went.
“it was shit. Like really shit. But I was really nervous…esxpected. Right now, I’m reallt drunk, betting and winning lol xx” he added something about his friend Liam asking me if i wanted to…yeah. I said no. Hah.
Mum told me about how Tapani did, I tried finding the website to show you guys but I don’t know where it is :/ I’m not sure if what she told me was correct or not, but here what she said anyway.
The biggest score you can get in this competition is 600. Tapani got 596 I think…that put him in 127th, so you’ll understand how massive the competition is. Liam got 598, and apparently that put him in 8th…or 6th. I can’t remember, but there was only 2 points in it. I can’t believe it. I’m feeling a lot of respect and admiration for Tab right now for really going out there and giving it a go, cause he knew how tough it was going to be and he knew the level of competition that was going to be there. He still went. And then in mid competition, he obviously didn’t crack. He must have had some bad shots but he still stuck with it and he didn’t give up and he came out with a brilliant score. Two points behind Liam bloomin’ Grimwood. The first time I saw Liam, he didn’t get one arrow out of the gold for the whole two days of competing. He’s a fantastic archer. And I’m very proud of Tab. Well done, mate!
I’m ill today I’m going to spend the whole day on the sofa, until band practice. I tried going into college but I had to come home again. Pleh.
Tia-Rhian xx
Stand up for the anthem, Salute the flag, Respect the monarch, or push it back…
Lyrics by Random Hand
My days!! I need a Diary guys! Been so, so, so busy!!
Where did I leave you? Ah yes! The GIGS! With Random Hand, The Skints, Chris Murray and Mouthwash last Thursday.
Well, Mouthwash didn’t play because they’re singer has tonsilitis so they’ve had to drop out of the tour until he’s better. But the other guys were increadible. And I got to meet The Skints and Random Hand, which ruuuuuled
On the first night, Steff, Joe and I ended up having a chat with the drummer from Random Hand (also called Joe but we’ll call him Dimmers because there are too many Joe’s in my life…). Because Steff and Joe had met him before at a gig, he remembered them and they had a lovely catch up. The they left the conversation and I ended up having a lengthy chat with Dimmers about getting signed and finding booking agents and good clubs to play in around Bradford and Leeds which was really cool and very helpful
And then we tried teaching Robbie (the lead singer in Random hand) and Josh (guitarist, The Skints) Welsh. We taught them Dangos Dy Wiwar (“show me your squirrel”), something very rude and Shwmae (“Alright?”). And then Marcia (Singer, Flute, Sax, Keyboards from The Skints) joined the conversation and I mentioned the brief chat we had on FaceBook and she was like “omg! Hello! It’s so nice to meet you!” and her enthusiasm was awesome xD.
THEN we hung out with everyone behind the venue as they were waiting for their vans and we all exchanged hugs and “see you tomorrow’s” and that was cool.
Then on Friday night, it was very much the same. Ash was very annoying because she had a backstage pass…we all kinda thought she’d stop rubbing it in once she met them and realized that they were human. But no. Well whatever. She hung out backstage through the entiiiiiire gig. She didn’t see Chris Murray, Regime or Random hand. She came out for a little bit to see The Skints, but then she complained that it was too hot and went backstage and watched them from there. *Rolls Eyes*. She came out between acts to see us and to get a drink, each time she’d be like “Josh sooooo just got changed in front of me” and another time she came out wearing Josh hat. We just rolled our eyes, shrugged and went back to the stage to watch the next band and hang out with our non-Skints-obsessed friends…
We hung out a lot with Dimmers again that night and that was awesome, cause he’d come out and watch the other bands whereas everyone else just stayed backstage. I guess they didn’t want to wear themselves out before they had to play.
Then once again, we hung out with them after everyone had gone. Josh taught me the chords and the lyrics to N55 on Matt’s guitar…but he didn’t ask Matt so Matt was annoyed. He didn’t show it. But he was, so I put it back. Oops. Josh gave it to me anyway, I thought it was Josh’s. Anyway, Ash was still farting around backstage and we were supposed to be giving her a lift back so we sat around chatting to Dimmers while he put his stuff away. Then stood around as the vans were being loaded. Steff and Joe figured out how they’re getting to Dimmer’s last gig with Random Hand in Bristol. But I wasn’t sure I could go…Cause I’ve got my Uni audition on Wednesday and then I’m going to Bradford on Friday…and the Bristol gig in on Thursday. But Dimmers kept asking me to go, he said whatever to my plans and everyone was saying that I had to go cause it’s his last gig and it’s going to be the best one on the tour. I said I was skint (don’t have any money) and I couldn’t afford to go to Bristol AND get a ticket to go in…so he said he’d guestlist us all and get us backstage passes. So that’s me sold. Looks like I’m going to Bristol. Dimmer’s lives in Keifley and he’s going back there on Friday, and I need to be in Ilkley on Friday which is just next door. Literally on the other side of a hill they call Ilkley Moor. I was going to see if I could get a lift with him but I think I’ll go home first cause then I’d have to take a suitcase and stuff and I just can’t be bothered.
So it is Monday today…tomorrow I am meeting up with Brett for a little bit, then in the evening I will practice my butt off for my Uni audition which is on Wednesday, and straight after that I am heading down to dads house to meet my new cousins cause Jill’s sister and her family are staying there, then Thursday I’m getting my hair lightened by Jill’s sister who’s a hairdresser, then at 4ish on Thursday I’m going to Carmarthen to get picked up by Steff to go to Bristol, then after Bristol I’ll go back to mum’s house in Llanelli and get there at 3ish…then at 9ish the following morning I’ll go back to dad’s house and if Jet and family are still there, say goodbye to them. Then hopefully hang out with Lel and then go to Ilkley. And celebrate Estonian Independance Day on Saturday night in Bradford and then home on Sunday…College on Monday…Oh my days.
I’m very very nervous about my University audition though. I’ll be playing the piano and singing, the song is Gravity by Sara Bareilles. And I’ll bring in a portfolio and recordings of me doing everything else that I do.
If I don’t write tomorrow night…my next post will tell you whether or not I’ve got a place in Glamorgan Univeristy…
If I don’t have a place, you guys in the States might be stuck with me for the next year.
This is a big audition…
My brother, Tapani, is headed to Vegas today He left at 8 this morning and he shall be flying over before long If he wins, the prize money in his division alone is $30, 00. I don’t know if they’ll change it to £30,000 or if they’ll exchange it for whatever $30,000 is in pounds…
Here is the plan for the tournament: http://www.nfaa-archery.org/tournaments/vegas/schedule.cfm
I cannot find a website for you to be able to follow him on. But I’ll keep looking. And I will keep you updated on his progress when I get a free minute! If you have him on Facebook, he’ll be updating regularly.
Go Bambi 
Tia-Rhian xx
I’m only gonna break, break your, break, break your heart…
Lyrics by Taio Cruz
Waaaaah, awesome few days Genuine!
Did the performances with Pieter and Lewis which was really cool, loved every second. Especially loved walking down the corridor and hearing people singing Pieter’s song that I sang. That felt so good. Pieter got so excited “They’re singing my song!!!” Hah.
And me and Pieter had a laugh all day on Wednesday and we got on so well and it was all great, and then he asked what I was upto after the performance and if he could come back to mind for a little bit and just hang out with me and the family, we ended up going out for some food and then he stayed the night which was nice. And then yesterday, I felt so ill all day I asked him to stay the night again cause I HATE being on my own when I’m ill and he did stay and that was nice of him. We went to the pub last night for a celebratory, post-performance drink with Lewis, Nicola and some of our old friends from last year. It was open mic night in our local and Nicola said she’d love to do it, so we went and found a guitar and we had a little practice in the loo’s (some drunk lady came in and started gushing over us and she was all excited and “you girls are beautiful and you’re so talented and you’re singing is amazing!” and she was VERY scary, so we left hah) and then we got up on the stage and did two songs and they went well. So we’re planning on making it a weekly thing
Today has been awesome too. We went into college to help with the clean-up, all I did was clear up some gaffa tape off the floor and that was it, went home then THEN me and mum went shopping and I found this luuush leather jacket on sale for £15 down from £40 and my mum insisted she bought it, which was so so so nice of her. And I love it xD And I’m going to wear it to go to Uni with Pieter tomorrow Yaaaaay.
Can’t wait for the weekend. Every thing is b.e.a.utiful
Tia-Rhian xx
