The A-Z of my Week. Musicians, Linkedin and Enemies Behold

Here is the A of my week.

Righty ho. Another good week. Knackering but productive, positive and surrounded by love.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not on medication. My PMT rage is at its height. But that will be eased later by a removal session in a loft without SPIDERS. Please let there be non. By the mere mention I’ve law of attracted them. OOOh MUMMY!

So after the 3 week relationship with a winter virus of doom.  Kindly and really, they should have been so generous, given to me by my colleagues and then spread by me to more work colleagues, not through snogging as previous rumours stated 😉  One of the perils of working in a hospital visiting many wards. An apple a day didn’t keep my Doctor away. I had such healthy intentions to survive dark January too. But there has been a lot of dark about. My light is too strong and bright though.

Now I suffer the sort throat lurgy irritation. Luckily the solo set I played on Friday wasn’t too hampered and squeaky chat line husky voice encumbered.

Watch the performance here : 

Exit – By Claudine West aka Bog Woppit


It was blinking well nippy out. In between the urge to cough my lungs up half way though.  My fingers stopped working on the chorus finger picking parts on ‘Unusual Haunts.’ “I ain’t no pussy nor primadonna!”  One carries on regardless like a true pro, A soldier of strumming!  (nice comparison to the birds voice out of the Beautiful South that man! Thank you )  I don’t keep calm as I cringe at that saying. I get excited. I’ve been working with my solo stuff for quire a few months now after a hiatus. One I redescovered what I truly loved. The things I was doing pailed into insignificance. If the passion is no longer there, and things get overcrowded with unnecessaries who lack vision and experimentation ability,  its time to go.  Big thanks to the organisers of Sneinton Market Light Night, Nottingham. Amy Dickens at Red Rox Projects  and Sound Engineer Phil Taylor . Check out this fab band The Breakfast Club.  I love their sound and instrument swapping. Suitcase drums too!  New album ‘Petrol Money’ –  ‘Work Related Stress’

2013 was busy with studies and a new job. It took time to learn (and I still am) all of the clinical knowledge needed to do it effectively. I’m blessed with a supportive team and Matron. Central Procurement has been my favourite job so far. It has only taken 22 years of faffing! I’ve counted my chickens and blessed them.  I’ve been updating my Linkedin, getting things in order.  Getting the C.V. updated.  Ange (My Wifey) is a prime example on why Linked in is so damn good. She has just been head hunted. An Agency saw her profile. She got asked for interview. Did bloody well, as she is bloody good at what she does and wham, bam on the rag of jam. She got the job. I’m really proud. It’s always nice to enjoy your day jobs as well as having it pay the bills and lifestyle.

So yesterday morning was spend with the band – ‘Subway Circus’

Things are coming together nicely. We have the band member line up locked in. The thing with music is,this is proven time and time again. Ignore at your peril.  You have to all gel to make the magic. Every person in the band has to add the magic and play their special part. Deadwood sinks ships. I like our rawness. Our honesty and true equality. Everyone has input. We have our manager on place who deals with all of ‘that’ stuff. So we can concentrate on creating great stuff.  For some its about posing. For me its about jamming and making music. If I’m sat in my shorts and t-shirt on the kit v’s tossing it off in a posh dress. I’m more comfortable in my shorts and will play better. I grew up with grunge not ponsy clothing labels to pose in to be who I am. If I am naked, in a dark room. You only hear the music I make.

Here is a clip

Subway Circus performing a cover of Black Velvet

I think we’ve got four cover versions. We are an original band, but it’s nice to pop in the odd homage to a good song. The live set should be ready pretty soon. It’s been a bit of a journey getting the band up and running. But it has been well worth it. The vibe feels great. Its challenging, sweat inducing and I get to exercise sat on my arse! E.P In the pipeline. Then its gigfest a go go!


Paul Delacey


Claire Gilbert

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Right I’m off to take a time out as its back to the day job tomorrow.

I’ve got a bunch of Reiki clients after work next week, plus a ‘little project’ to complete ;-0 which I should have done today. But I need a break and to meditate before we go out and get busy with the ‘C@nty Stumpets’ lugging musical equipment about.

The final comment for today.  “Claudine West Is a true believer of keeping your friends close and your enemies, bound, gagged and kept as far away as possible. Life’s too short for games and wrong ‘uns.”

I finish with the Z of my week.

~ Claudine

Bored of Facebook… WordPress Blog Time.

I’ve just started blogging again. After a long time away. Previous journals years ago, typing my dark place hell and addictions on myspace for the world to peruse. In the hope my own exorcism of thoughts, ideas, dreams and negative verbal vomit would help me escape my wilderness. Nowadays ( 2 years later and the path of sorting myself is well travelled ) Clear headedness, herbal teas, now help me shine a little brighter.
I used to love putting a winning hilarious comment on my Facebook status, promote my music to people who never come to our gigs or buy our albums. (Sickipedia generated some gems to share… Nothing too vile or politically incorrect though for mine ) That little egotistical thrill and popularity boost of how many ‘likes’ ‘omgs’ ‘lmaos’ ‘lols’ and ‘rofls’. How many of my FB ‘pals’ do I actually know or have met in real life? Erm… Possibly around 100 (including previous work colleagues) out of my 1000 + . The addiction of Facebook has worn thin. Checking it constantly, (Toilet, breaks, bed, waking, middle of night insomnia, watching a movie.. well obviously not paying it my full attention, during a meal, on the bus.. and so on) Fearing missing out on something. Something major, something exciting. some snippet of excellence. That…. rarely comes. Having suffered the constant drivel of people posting and reposting overkill of crap pictures with ‘funny, wise, political or poetic statements’ or the political guilt trips. Cruelty, “Eat Vegan” or die of a heart attack meat eaters” apparent unhealthy cruel animal murdering fat bastards” according to some… dictatorship (now that caused a big row! And eventual deletion) don’t get me wrong. Opinion entitlement is a right of the free world. Saying the same shit over and over again dictating and guilt tripping lessens the point, clogs up news feeds and frankly bores you to death.

My own mind
Is non negotiable. Hell will freeze over before I’m bullied. It can be gently influenced with valid gentleness. Thank the clever gnomes in the forest for the ‘Unsubscribe’ option, rather than full on ‘delete.’ (And they don’t even realise you can no longer suffer them on your news feed 😉
Then we get the true torment “just done washing, fed kids, had dinner” “watched paint dry” “my life is so incredibly boring I’m going to write about it with running commentaries”
Then you get the moaning, negativity, airing dirty linen, arguments, bitchyness, workmates slag offs. Stalking, spying, speculating, pervs, green card seekers, stirrers and occasional funny person ….hallelujah. The refreshing breeze of change bitch slaps your faith in humour. Whoop!
After spending an Eon unsubscribing to the majority. I’m left with a handful.
All in all its got very boring for me on Facebook. Android Phone Technology has enabled mass post dribblings. I moved to Twitter. There is hope now.

Then, December 2012. I joined WordPress. I felt the urge to write now I’m a little older, wiser, settled and happier. Brilliant 🙂