I need to do some damage control and blog before Dazey- or Fudge or Pink for that matter as they all delight in mocking me...

(3 hour break - clearly this wasn't such an emergency but I'll talk anyway)

Thankyou very much whatever brother picked up my purse at the conference and announced to all the event-goers that a sister has lost a purse (i wrote person by accident, don't know why) Can JUGHEAD please collect her purse (um- I wrote person again!)

No thankyou to the guy who kept repeating the announcement. It was not necessary- I'd already thankfully retrieved my cardly life.

I don't think it so excruciating a story- I'm in London and a Nobody here. In Manchester where I'm a Not So Much, or an Oddity at Most, it might've felt bad- but I was more happy that I'd lost the purse in a place full of honourable people. But my friends/ wannabe tormenters, are trying their best to make me feel the pain and the shame. Merciless teasing and pity aren't my favourite mix...

ps. Yes, Slimey, DD and Dazey I forgot my (Mrs C's) jumper when I went to get the purse- but if I had thought about it I'd have felt confident that you'd bring it for me. There, inshallah I've left nothing for you to pipe in with. That's not an invitation.

long time no blog. Partly cause of extreme net deprivation but also ingrained inertia. I'm battling the latter now because I had a very cool day. The inspiration's not quite flowing- this isn't a witching hour can't-sleep-must-blog post, more from a feeling of duty and slight guilt. And I missed the best day of the cyber-year yesterday tho maybe only Ray'll get how sad that is.. *fighting inertia and tendency to ramble* So-

Everyone should go along to the Dawah Exhibition at Didsbury Mosque- It's super swish and not just because they now have under floor heating. They had lots of flashy poster displays and gorgeous Islamic artwork- real funky work by up-and-comings. Then there's the Mini- Morroco lounge and everlasting baklava and other food I don't know the name of yet. I only heard about it when someone suddenly hauled me off to do henna- and I'm feeling quite happy and pro now :) But it's for non-muslims really, the food and henna and everything, and they were very cute though we (me MD and her crew) were mooching around looking for approachable types before we decided to approach them anyhow. It was easier for me to talk when I held them captive tattooing their skin.

There was an aspiring artist kid who had a pile of amazing islamic graffiti artwork. I love how such a guerrila form of art is evolving with a Muslim reflection. I think it's down to graffiti and calligraphy being based in the power of the word- and that graffiti also has a social aspect, articulating what cannot be said or is not being heard.. The dude was very diffident about it all and seemed to feel bad asking for a tenner for some amazing piece. We told him he should charge double, though not now of course. I was feeling like a wannabe for a while- being wistful is stupid when I have resources enough to try myself. Anyway now I'm planning to transform the last ugly stronghold in our house, my bedroom, into stencil heaven, insha allah..

The Dawah exhibition's on til thursday, 10am-8pm and I think lots of ppl are going to be there wednesday afternoon. Bring non-muslims.