2015 Year in review : Claudsville / Clange 

My 2015 year in review: Well ours! This year has been astoundingly good. We are happy, content, productive. I excitedly gallop into 2016 surrounded by love and intrigue. With laughter, warmth, food in my belly, farting in bed world records!   

 2 fluffy felines we adore. Music surrounds my soul. Ticking those wish list boxes. 
  We travelled around Cornwall for my 40th. I’ve stayed up and watched a Blood Moon in Glastonbury. We’ve travelled all over the place in ‘Daisy.’ Read adventures https://claudsville.wordpress.com/

See some great bands and musicians… Florence & Machine, Robert Plant, Seth Lakeman, Flaming Lips, Mariachi El Bronx, Gogol Bordello. 
Then there has been us ‘Subway Circus’ after a while securing the ‘right’ line up. We got there with ‘PP Johnson'(excellent vocalist and just lovely , funny Bloke) joining ‘Speed’ (serious and sensational) ‘Mr Delacey’ (The human mystery) and Myself (Claudine West)
  
  : Sweaty Drummer Weirdo with weird lyrics I do enjoy documenting our band adventures in Wi-Fi Subway Circus, Rock Band. #Nottingham The process of getting our name out there gaining new fans (not just making your mates attend) is such fun! We have more now this year! 😉 even more to come in ’16. Capturing on camera our jams, gigs is a scrapbook we will look at in the years that follow. From the birth of an idea to the practised and performed workings of a great song. It’s there for posterity. Bum bits, Funny parts, FCUK ups an all! The boys are all lovely. Big thanks to Angela Barker 

  
and the Gig promoters that are inviting us to play. See blogs here : 
http://subwaycircus.com/

We begin recording our Debut Album in January 2016! #excited
  
  

Oh yes. I just played a solo gig before the lurgy hit: Claudine West Music | Welcome to Claudsville
http://claudinewestmusic.com/
Thank you Mr Will Robinson at I’m not from London
  
Job wise; So after working hard. And possibly have to deal with a lot of liquid brown to get there. I got promoted, Ange got promoted. After a low point last November. I took time out. Wrote and recorded a solo album as therapy. Healed and have never looked back. Events have seemed ‘mapped’ slotting in nicely like a jigsaw. Like it’s meant to be. Confirming I’m on the right road! 
  
Our talents in and out of work are really recognisable now. The effort is paying dividends in lots of ways. In genuinely helping others, we help ourselves. Never been busier. 
  
  At times I just want to slow it all down and hibernate. Press the factory reset. Run away to California. The next projects of our lives are in the pipeline. 

What have I learnt and reiterated in 2015? 
Staying inspired and creative means being around the inspirational, creative hard working ambassadors in Music. Losers are arrogant self important puppy dogs with the mentality of inexperience. Don’t insult the veterans!
  
Listening to other people’s ‘dreams’ and their ‘morals’ which they adapt and don’t practice. Helps me quickly lose respect and walk away from what used to be a shared dream! (Take notice when you are preaching, look within) So ones mentors are human. I listen. Take note. But ultimately follow my own path. It’s my life this time round you know! Talk the talk and yes please walk the walk. Lots of BS big words do not mean you are intelligent and actually good at something! We can all take extracts from dictionaries and copy and paste in meetings! Get to the actually point. Simplify and speak of real practical solutions to problems. Then just do it! Procrastination is the curse of the unmotivated.  

  
  I’ve witness arrogance off the scale: Translated : You slimy, self important, unlikable thing you! Enjoy where that ultimately gets you in the afterlife: wash, rinse, repeat! ;-o 

I’ve seen selfishness in its raw self pitying, ‘poor me’ form. My only solution after advising is to disassociate myself. .. Or get stoned! 
But I’ve met more inspiring people: what’s magic? Their Aura, their drive, their insight, their intelligence. It’s a social ‘turn on.’ 
  
  Food: take away the media, the guilt, the preachers, the common sense. Hot pots, more greenery this year than last and avocados, water has replaced the majority of liquids. Still a way to go. But … Right direction changing habits. Dedication to the Gym membership is a must! My Xmas present from Ange antisocial exercise bike sits in front of the TV. I can shut the mad world out. Sweating in comfort.  

  
 I initially dreaded hitting 40. But you know what. It’s pretty good! Calmer in some ways. Busy, satisfying. As one evolves. You found the good friends one one hand. Maybe 2. The driftwood that has floated away for whatever reason. Happened. It takes 2 to tango. We are busy. Not an excuse. If people want to be in our lives. There is a requirement on their part to make an effort too. I’m quite happy having a ‘Facebook’ friendship from the comfort of my loo! There I schedule time in to update you all what I’m up to. 

  

 Unsubscribing is still a great tool on FB! I’m a tad rubbish after my busy day job and music, art, other things, personal life, sleep, shit, shaves, showers. Ange is the social one that organised things. Thank the power of Greyskull and Valhalla that our phones ‘joint diary.’ Now that technology is great! 

Next to do…. Continue what we are doing : Priorities: Health, Home business building, Music, buying house, California. More adventures in Clange = Law of attraction….. 
~ Claudine 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Have you ever been asked a question that you never, ever expected? There is the thing of being given sudden terrible news that shocks. But asked the question I got asked today. Ready… “Have you got glass in your glasses?” (should have gone to Specsavers.. I did!)

IMG_8971 Last time I checked my spectacles did have the needed lenses that help correct my short sightedness. I was torn for a moment of being extremely sarcastic, but chose to be professional. How mature am I? Maybe my new glasses cleaner is amazing? Why I would trot around with frames catching flies in my eyes is beyond me. When I was at school, a few of us went though the wearing John Lennon clear specs stage. The thrill of wearing prescription glasses kind of wore off after a while. Contact lenses, long days at a computer in hot environments leads to more spec wearing nowadays. Even thought I tend to fling off my double-glazing at the weekend and days out. So that was today. Nothing shocking in the strange life that presents itself on a daily basis.

Last night we spent the evening amongst a packed crowd at Nottingham’s Rock City (A venue I grew up in.. From the age of 15) throwing piss over each other. We watched the brilliant Mariachi El Bronx http://www.mariachielbronx.com/ (Mesmerised by their drummer) and Gorgol Bordello http://www.gogolbordello.com/ (Mesmerised by their accordion Player)

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The vintage aromas of beer farts were ‘heave’ inducing and have sickened my whole being. Identifying the perpetrator was impossible. As one point a woman behind me shouted “Jesus, It wasn’t me!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xey-d7iwhn0 That makes my flesh crawl!

To top it off tonight. Pattie, one of our cats. Waits. Yes she waits. She has a habit of waiting until we get home from work. Well saving some. To offload her bowels into her litter tray. This then makes us cough and laugh at whoever has to bag it up. Is it normal for female pussies to play for hours outside to come back inside to poopy? She was a stray and quite special.

So I end 2014 with a catalogue of work I’m proud of musically. https://claudsville.wordpress.com/discography/

and my book! http://www.amazon.co.uk/Claudsville-Blogs-Biog-Bog-Woppit-ebook/dp/B00M5IR94K

With winter ends with me enjoying a few TV programmes: The Walking Dead, The Strain and The Fall. Two of those created nightmares, the other fantasy. Thanks G.A! The next few months bring more writing and recording. Continued work on my new book, which is fiction. Character development is new to me and quite exciting, as I enter their world. The Robin and San Francisco connection is intriguing. Live band work beckons with Subway Circus. CV updated and new job applications commencing January, as its time to evolve again. I haven’t worked my arse off to become stagnant and frustrated. One can’t create positive change and encourage evolution unless one is in a position to do so.

With Spring, new beginnings and the sunshine I crave. Ange and I have celebrated 6 years together in 2014. Our life is together feels like it’s new. I made her favourite Nipple pie yesterday.

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Along with a nice long hot bath and candles. Ooh look it not even Valentines Day either! It’s the little things…. Every day. 2014, I had a few wobbles, questioned my sanity, had to take time off to sort stresses. My PMT and mood has evolved due to challenging circumstances. So I wrote a new album about it. Documenting what happened and how one feels is liberating. “The Narcissist and the Inbetween” Is one of the truest pieces of work I’ve ever written, performed and recorded. Digital therapy! Recording meditation music is blissful. It’s recorded live as it has to be alive, so no computer cheats. It was also good time to revaluate my career. I’ve also closed a door. I’ve noticed and increase of selfish folks. Who have a very high self-important belief. Ego is not becoming. Being completely oblivious, as to how obnoxious you actually are. Ooh dear! What a palaver. Not in my world.

As the UK coughs and splutters, enjoys more bouts of D and V in the cold and darkness. My world of potential and creativity again lights up. Bring on a starry night and a beautiful dawn in 2015.

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People who get drenched by vehicles driving past in the rain

The victims of road puddle splash by incidents make me cry laughing. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Yes it’s happened to me. But I laugh.

Today I riffled again at this poor person: I know the very bus stop. It is like a Tsunami when it rains. Queues of people get drenched. I now stand near by. I have chuckled out loud after a wave has hit an innocent. It happened again today! This was posted to the bus company via Facebook. Brilliant!

“Absolutely fuming, one of your brown line buses that was out of service drove past me five minutes ago whilst waiting outside city hospital bus stop on Hucknall road. Driver drove so fast through a puddle I am now absolutely drenched, got dirty water in my ear, eyes , face and hair even though I was stood well back from the road. After a twelve hour shift its the worst possible way to end my day, not impressed whatsoever.”

In The Eye Of The Storm

We’ve found ourselves recently in the eye of a storm. We continue to work on our calm, happiness and bliss. A perfect circle. Cycles of laughter, pmt, laughter, pmt…;-0

But our bubble of joy is surrounded by pricks and others, who continue to attract and follow the same destructive patterns in their lives. If you burst my zit over the holidays, I’ll not be a happy bunny and will fang you up! Attracting bad situations that manifest from a whim, or a desperate reach out at what they believe  to be ‘happiness.’ Oh yes it seemed like a good idea at the time to throw fancy at the wind. But the wind became a tornado spinning the same carnage, a whirling dervish of pain and upset. Broken lives, emotions lay scattered in its wake. Some will try to drag others down once that self destruct choice is made. It is a choice. Because the choice of asking for help when the alarm bells start ringing is there. Once the demons invited, it’s harder to get it caged and sent packing. Some people are plain nasty. Please stop being nasty. Your Karma will be horrific.  At what point do those voices in your head or urges become so frighteningly dangerous. The concept of reality and normality is lost? Right and wrong no longer exists to them.  I’m a strong believer in having people ‘sectioned’ for the safety of themselves and others before that final line is crossed.

Now I’m no preacher. But have seen a lot of this lately. Some drink to excess. Some drink every day. Some use it as a form of relaxation. Some use it as escape. Some love it and have great times a long way from tipsy. Some are just addicted.  I like a good drink. But no longer use it as an anaesthetic for my troubles, or courage for my fun. I’ve seen what it does when it gets out of control. It destroys people.  I used to think. I’ll never even last a night without a bottle of wine. I did and now can give or take it. Being skint made that choice for me initially and helped be stop a destructive routine. The red rain of rouge occasionally makes the next day a doom, boff and gloom day. But I’ll do it again and again.  

There is a lot of ‘poor me’ going on and very little counting of blessings. Let me assure you, again. There is always someone far worse off than you. That person has also made peace with the awfulness they have experienced and has found contentment, even in their final moments on this earth. Of Course we get some that just can’t handle life and what lessons it gives you. Never learning and breaking habits and cycles. Unhappiness can be written down on a piece of paper, verbally dictated, sign language. Various methods can be utilized. So I ask you. Why is your life such a mess. You blame whom? I ask what have you done to get out of that mess? Have you attracted more of the same to yourself? Are you Groundhog day in the flesh? How many spirits think oooh I’m so glad I killed myself. Pat on the back.. My life could have been…..Had I had made a different choice and mindset. You have the freedom to choose. Live, be happy for the small time you have here. Or let the darkness continue. Sunrise is beautiful. A fresh breeze fills one with vitality. Beyond the gate lies your happiness. Of course If you are already happy, beyond is this moment.  If you’ve mastered mindfulness, well done you! So shake up your buttercups. Start living in the light. With a bit of practice and perseverance, You will want to water the daisies not push ’em up. Image

Book coming soon

FYI. I’m near completion of my book.
I hope to have it finished over the next few months.
I’ve found it liberating, cleansing, therapeutic. Unlocking forgotten memories, good stuff, learnings, emotion. Understanding the experiences with the bad stuff and people in this world. As they got me to here.

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Spring means one thing…change. Good change.

Spring is here.

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Yes Snow chaos in the UK.  So glad we invested in new snow boots and coats for the ever-evolving seasons to wet, wet and wet. Gregorian Monk chants have now been replaced with Led Zeppelin, The Doors and Pink Floyd.

Discovery is an enlightening experience.  If I learn something every week. I know I’m doing well. I’ve been working my kebabs off lately finishing my Reiki certificate homework, NVQ Merit work. Creating art, designing stuff for our Earth Tree Healing Projects. Attending a great course ‘Liberating The Talents’ for personal development (Thank you NHS) all helps with my career path and ambitions.

I’ve had the lurgy for a good few weeks now. So overwork, no rest working 12 days on the trot in the hospital. Wiped Claudsvilles vagazzle out. Luckily I have some great work colleagues that when the going gets tough. Sit quietly and let me snore on my lunch break. Plus some good daily banter and music is refreshing.

As one door closes day job wise another few open. Fate handed us a break. Then said. RIGHT its really time to crack on now with Earth Tree Healing. So you are gonna get a slap round the chops and no choice but to do it now!! One giant leap of faith required. A few tears and fears. Then determination. Then our cat shat on the bathroom mat, I tripped over and we both laughed so very much.

The forces of darkness are bullying the lightworkers, testing us. Faith, belief, positive mental attitude. Knowing, seeing the goal is in reach. Life is learning and tests. As the saying goes. It’s not what happens, its how you handle it.

I’ve been experiencing so very weird dreams lately. My messages come through them. The knowing of being watched and influenced has been dealt with. Our time, minds and privacy are ours again. Some people can lead you down the wrong path. Well the path they believe is our one. But actually. It’s the one they want. In reality, it was a diversion to learn a few painful lessons. My detour is at and end. I crossed over and am now ‘walking the walk’ slowly but surely on the right road.

I’m looking forward to gigs and recording with the Idolins.  & other music projects. Now my time is freed up.

I’m actually looking forward to mowing the lawn. I find it therapeutic. Even though it’s tiny. Planting our food and lots of lovely plants is going to be fun this year. I need to be surrounded by greenery. A paradise.

Working on a new art project with old guitars (Watch this space) Creating brings me so much joy.

I collected my new spectacles today to the enjoyment of Ange pissing herself at how I say spectacles!! “OOOH I CAN SEE”

Nice to have non contact lens days in the dust. Ange is sat next to me shouting and squeaking impersonations of me now cracking herself up. (OOH I love people reading over my shoulder)

We’ve been raising the vibrations of our home, cleansing, burning Anges incense. Laughter, love, harmony.

Cats Litter Drama

To put you in the Loop. Pattie our very cute rescued cat. Came to us. Just before the snow thank goodness. Having been living in a Garden with her kittens. (Rehomed too) she came with a big gash under her arm. 2 operations later. To avoid pulling her stitches. She now looks like Hannible The Cannibal for 2 weeks.
The problem… Too viscous to remove it. (Can’t blame the poor little sausage)
Our little pussy is broken. Bewildered. We keep fussing her, reassuring it won’t be long til she can go out. In order to clean. A bit of damp kitchen towel on her privates. Ange made our vet chortle out loud. After saying Pattie was a bit “down” since the cone. Ange remarked “you’d be pissed off if you couldn’t like your own fanny too”
The incidents.
Last night. I noticed what I thought was a bit if chocolate on the carpet while wandering to the kitchen. Picked it up with my fingers. Stupidly sniffed it!! Aaargh guess what? Not Cadburys. Kitty clag nugget!!
I survived that without truly vomiting and finger bleaching.

Now this morning. . I’m waiting to get home later, keeping a straight face!! Waiting for both cats to be blamed by Ange for chucking their litter all over the kitchen!

What actually happened.. One of them has poopey dooed. In the tray. Being sloppy and stinky. I thought I’d clear it up using a sandwich bag. Ange is still recovering after her surgery. She heaves more than me with Cat plop. So being the good wifey… 😉
Having collected the “sloppy Droppings” I decided to spin the bag shut. The Bag Broke!
You can imagine the whirling Dervish effect. Everywhere!! On my socks!! aaaargh. I will be honest with you. One did swear and Blaspheme loudly!! So with 1 minute to spare before I had to peg it for my bus. I grabbed chunks and splat the best I could. Bits of litter scattered. Don’t know if I got it all. I had to dash after I pebble dashed!
I know what I’m doing after I’ve confessed, After peeing myself and crying laughing after she tells me about the naughy cats!!
I’ve just rang Ange on my lunch break. To be told both Rambo and Pattie Fighting all morning. She then asked me why there was a turd on the tea towel !! Omg. Hysterical. I enquired if she’d put it in the wash. (Abuse occurred over the phone) LMAO

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A Year Of Living Dangerously

A year of living dangerously and thinking dangerously has passed. In that (I Love that Film)

Gone are the clouds that covered the blue skies of hope. Most barriers to progress are gone. The inner walls I’ve constructed have turned to dust. I am now open, emotional, free and getting back to the funny me of old. (without being a bitch) Somedays I still do feel lost, the outcast. But those days lessen.

Today was a good day. I played my new Banjo to my impressed Dad.  He loves Duelling Banjos… Deliverance.  I do like our chats. I’m very much like my Father in many ways. I’m extremely proud he got an MBE after her retired, for his Services in the NHS. The last few weeks have been good. From hitting rock bottom and darkness in the never ending tunnel. (Most of 2012 start 2013)

Our dreams and intentions came true. We’ve been given a way to kick start our business. Thank you Barclays. Yes you owed me!! Trust in the universe and balance is restored. Positive affirmations, intentions, hope, dreams. Seeing ones desires.

Ange had surgery on Thursday. I was an emotional state.  Blubbering. I cry so easily nowadays. But that is good, release. There is always the risk. I’d had a dream recently where I lost her. I woke up. Despair and tears. Appreciate your loved ones. Every moment, every day.

I was lucky enough to be accepted for a NHS ‘management’ course called ‘Liberating The Talents’. Always a bonus after a recent job rejection. Never mind how good the feedback. Rejection is hard.  But.. The inspiring Eden Charles PHD is a teacher and motivator of mass excellence. Sat there with colleagues in a rather spaceshippy building on Nottingham University Campus, knowing my wife was having surgery was un nerving. But Ange said I should do it. It would do me good. And the 1st session really did. Embracing these things is part of my path. Along that path comes hard work. Conquering fear. Rewarded meeting inspiring likeminded folks.

I’ve now got the distinction to my nvq to finish and ‘homework’ for this management course to do during March. On top of my full time Jobsy,  2 hours travelling per weekday, Reiki practice, music making, personal life. Chores etc. So busy!! But motivated. The art creating is on hold for a month. I have to finish the study things before my mind frees itself to paint. Once March is over! I can relax and enjoy my wedding anniversary.

Luckily Anges op went well. Her recovery will take a few weeks initially. I’ll be making flasks of tea. Our cats have been little cuties caring for her. Then we join the gym. I’ve bought our squash rackets (lots of domestic competitive rows due with that then!!!) and swimming may commence shortly.

We’ve had some really good times with our circle of friends recently. (not like we don’t anyway) Even more important to us during trying times that we have great friends. You know the ones that make you laugh, care, advise,  oh and have a great booze up with. Its good to come out of Januarys and Februarys 12 bar blues. I have no need or room in my life for vampires and negative sorts who don’t want to help themselves get sorted. It can be done. It’s just hard. People are lazy and expect it to be done for them. I tire of those people. I embrace ones that will accept and want to work on change.

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I’ve gotta go back to Docs to pursue the mystery surrounding my leaking mouth!! Max Fax are at a loss.  More X-rays and no answers. Bacteria swap negative. We are betting on Sinus, pipework/plumbing issues. SOFT TISSUE not bones. I have one metal screw left. That can be the only culprit. My recent cold and extra leakage and pain up left nostril is pointing towards sinus things….   MRI scan will happen. I need my nose pipework looked at properly. Saltwater, Douching and streaming is slightly helping the build up of nastiness. But either something needs plugging to stop the flood, or the rubble needs unblocking to allow safe passage. Ongoing daily pain. Nice! Hope and intention 2013. WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF SURGERY OCCURS.

Would be great if cure without gore. 😉

Great day, friends and Instruments

Today was a great day. After around 6 months of downtime. Recovery, issues and the rest. The shining light of opportunity, justice, prosperity has shone.
Ange has bought enough herbs to create lots of lovely things for Earth Tree Healing. We’ve caught up with Friends. ( The chocolate fondu, fruit, red wine and vodka surely contributed to some of our five a day!)
I purchased a new Mandolin and Banjo. (Having waited years) Great music shops here in Nottingham. ‘Dave Mann’.
A Bodhran bargain from ‘Music Inn’.
Check out ‘Brown Dog Interiors’ reclaimed woods, hand made furniture.
Had chats with some wonderful people today. The thing about people who run businesses because of creativity. They live their art. Genuine.
So great day. The fish gorming at me in the pub, during a shot of black sambucca and a soda water and line… Freaked me out!

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