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Vivre Sa Vie
London, United Kingdom
Well hello there. My name is Viv (well, it's not really), and, like a lot of people, I'm ever so slightly neurotic... I have panic attacks and anxiety (ranging from mild to pretty intense), on and off. I also have an amazing and quite high-profile job, so I'm choosing to remain anonymous on here. Not because I'm ashamed of the aforementioned neuroses, but because I don't want to be googled and for my colleagues to read bizarre posts about me breathing into a paper bag and popping lorazepam. I've worked for bookshops, mixed arts festivals and charities, and have met (and still meet!) a lot of famous, fetching and fantabulous people for my job. (See, anxiety doesn't need to stop you being AWESOME and doing what you want to do) Here's hoping you'll find some helpful hints and tips on here which will help you tackle the evil panic heebiejeebs... PS. I'm an Australian, but I live in the UK, and have adopted tea-drinking, pubs, Wodehouse, and a Welsh man.
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Saturday, 3 March 2012

We're gonna spit in the face of these badlands...

'You wake up in the night with a fear so real...'

As a special weekend treat, I am going to reveal two exciting and seemingly contradictory facts about myself, and they are going to blow your mind. Oh yes.

1) I am 27 years old. 
2)I love Bruce Springsteen.

People who don't like Bruce Springsteen are a) stupid (obviously) b) too lazy to listen to his shit properly c) trying way too hard to be cool.

I've spent quite a lot of my pub life trying to convert people to the Boss side, and I have mostly been successful. Even my boyfriend, who likes lame-ass hip-hop.

The reason I want you to spend some time with Bruce, is because his music is the most uplifting, kick-ass, HOPEFUL, beautiful, powerful, get-out-of-this-shitsville-and-find-something-better stuff in the world.

So when you're having a tough time, and you've been having ten panic attacks a day and you're wondering if it will ever end, and how, and when, I want you to watch this. Then I want you to go and buy his live boxset (1975-85) from your local music emporium, clench your fists, and get your Bruce on.

PS. I don't want to go all EMO on you, but you really need to listen to the lyrics.
PPS. Try to ignore the red-head on the guitar. That's the mistake Bruce made when he married someone who wasn't me. 


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