A new Tesco girl.

I saw the most beautiful girl in the world today.
Dark hair styled in a mohawk, full sleeve tattoos, piercings similar to my own.
It was the hardest thing to just not stand there and look at her.
She served me in Tesco where I was buying alcohol.  Which, I realised too late, meant handing over my ID.  The one with the awful photo of me taken when I was seventeen.
How embarrassing.

Forget Morrison's; Tesco is where I'm buying all my groceries from now on.

Creative writing.

I am doing so much writing at the moment for uni, I love it. So far, I can definitely say this was the right choice for me.
We are working entirely from memories at the moment, and it's causing me to think about things I had forgotten had even happened, or small events I hadn't realised were significant in my life.
My work tends to be personal and written in memoir style; it's interesting to see how other people in my seminars write theirs.

I'm supposed to get feedback on my writing, so I was wondering if anyone reading this would like to read a piece I've written and let me know what they think?  It'll be very short, I promise, and you don't need to be any kind of expert, just someone who likes reading.  I'm kind of nervous, I don't like sharing my work, but I had to do it yesterday in my workshop, and my critic didn't hate it!

Hurricane Drunk by Florence & The Machine

I hope that you see me, 'cause I'm staring at you,
But when you look over, you look right through,
Then you lean and kiss her on the head,
And I never felt so alive, and so... dead.