IM A FREE BITCH BABY

I often feel disassociated from reality. We all have an alter ego right?

“Let me tell you why you’re here. You’re here because you know something. What you know you can’t explain but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life. That there’s something very wrong with the world. You don’t know what it is – but it’s there, like a splinter in your mind driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking About?

Do you even know what it is? The matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now in this very room. You can see it when look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work, when you go to church, when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.

That you are a slave Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Born into a prison that you cannot smell taste or touch – a prison for your mind. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is – you have to see it for yourself”

Morpheus, the Matrix movie

 

Monarch Mind Control is a programme designed to develop and create another persona in a chosen subject or ‘slave’ to carry out tasks or needs of the handler.

MMC is used by inflicting intense pain and unbearable trauma through unquestionable methods such as: Abuse and torture; confinement in boxes, cages, coffins; restraints with ropes, chains, cuffs; near-drowning; extremes of hot and cold, including submersion in ice water and burning chemicals; removing top layers of skin; electric shock; forced ingestion of offensive body fluids and matter, such as blood, urine and flesh; and deprivation of sleep, food and water amongst others. Dissociation with reality and the breakdown of the brain’s natural defence mechanism is the key goal, creating a fractured personality or alter ego programmed under the command of the handler to carry out tasks, deliver messages or create disruption.

It’s said such programming is used by elite forces such as The Illuminati and is rife throughout the music and entertainment industry. Our desirable ‘celebrities’ are the slaves and we are the recipients. Techniques including the sexualisation of women and children or tactics to divert our attention from major world issues are designed to ‘dumb down’ the human race. I mean, we are way easier to control if all we care about is the next episode of TOWIE or if Miley Cyrus cut her buns off.

Emma Watson gave a powerful and inspiring speech on gender equality at a ‘HeForShe 2014′ event at the United Nations in New York City, the same day the U.S. began airstrikes against IS in Syria, destroying buildings and civilian infrastructure …….

I had the pleasure and privilege to dance insanely with the best group of friends to the Queen of the programme, Lady Gaga. Even if I’m not a huge fan she guaranteed to put on an eye opening, engaging and hypnotic show. With the attention span of a gnat, I only recall actually watching and listening to Gaga for a few songs. Slurping away at our vodka that covertly made its way into the venue with us, Beth proudly catching the flamboyant stars ‘disco stick’, we unintentionally annoyed and aggravated the devoted fans and worshippers all dressed under the pseudo of their pop queen. Jill Jillison from BBC Tayside documented this all on film along with her co star Jillian Jillingson from BBC Clydeside.

We were nursing unsightly hangovers, all four of us. Vikki and Beth had made a triumphant dent on a gallon bottle of grey goose whilst celebrating Vikki’s birthday and her move into the Mill o Mains Mansion. Karlene and I had partied the night before with the boys from The View and The Velveteen Saints in Glasgow’s Stereo, a venue which saw live music from an exciting young man named Dylan Thomas as well as active Yes campaigner and singer/songwriter Gerry Cinnamon. We were all full of nonsense, getting carried away taking selfies, sharing ghost stories and getting chatted up from the Gothic barmaid. We actually managed to miss both acts, to be expected nonetheless.

Feeling fragile, there was nothing better to do than meet in the hotel bar where we presumptuously necked a few champagne cocktails to erase the ache of last night’s escapades. Tiredly making our way to our room at the city’s Malmaison hotel, we quickly changed in preparation for the exciting night ahead.

Jackson Craigie once told me Karlene Alabama Rose was the poshest girl he had ever met and this certainly rubbed off on the rest of us Dundee birds as we made our way to One Devonshire Gardens, an extravagant hotel which hosts many celebrity guests. Enjoyably scoffing our way through a lavish four course meal and numerous bottles of Sauvignon Blanc, it wasn’t long before the facade of our well-to-do’ness started to crumble and our loud, lairy personalities shone through. Girly discussions of ‘blowsy’s’ echoed across the quiet dining room as we expertly swished and threw back espresso martinis, inappropriately irritating the patient waiting staff to take photos of our civilised get together, the eager cameraman chuckling at our pouts and girl power poses.

We reached the SSE Hydro indoor arena, Scotland’s newest and largest entertainment venue, just as Lady Gaga arrived on stage. The colourful show was made for a lasting impression as incredible dancers made their way around the stage in awe-inspiring outfits performing incredible routines. It’s hard not to take your eyes off Lady Gaga as she gyrates across the stage in nothing but a thong and leather jacket. Costume change after costume change kept the noisy crowd enthusiastic as they swooned and screamed whilst Gaga reappeared through the hole in the stage showing off vibrant, colourful wigs and revealing lingerie.

Stephanie Germanotta aka Lady Gaga throws clues to prove the reality of the above programme. Her stage persona is predominately based around the monarch occult, including her name.

 

gaga
1.
excessively and foolishly enthusiastic:
2.
ardently fond; infatuated:

Synonyms for gaga include daft, demented, disordered, distraught, dotty, insane, lunatic, mad, maniac, maniacal, mentally ill, moonstruck, off, touched, unbalanced, unsound, wrong. (Informal) bonkers, cracked, daffy, loony, bananas, batty, buggy, cuckoo, fruity, loco, nuts, nutty, screwy, wacky, crackers, non compos mentis.

 

The Art Rave Tour is full of occult messages with Gaga continually using symbols linked to the programme such as the Monarch Butterfly, the All Seeing Eye and throwing her hands into the number 6. Her music videos often depict the devil and occult ceremonies including that of Alejandro and You and I where she appears to be tortured by a handler until her persona splits.

Our world is predominately led by the media, filling us with hopes and mainly fears. Celebrities are consistently used to deliver subliminal messages to manipulate us into a mass mindset, preventing us from creating a disposition of imagination or reality. Drip fed subconsciously exactly what they want us to hear.

 

“Until they became conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.”

“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.”

― George Orwell, 1984

 

Would you sell your soul to the devil?

Long live the VEF and let’s over throw The Illuminati, The Government and the Queen.

 

 

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FAME WILL COME LATER

Describing somebody as a show-off carries an implicit endorsement of their capability: someone can only “show off” if they actually have something to show. An individual who seeks attention that they are not perceived to deserve is usually described much more dismissively as an attention-seeker or loudmouth.

The best description of my childhood years is written above in the latter sentence. I’ve always had a desirable longing to perform. As a kid it was either on the school stage, my gran’s living room or actually anywhere that would allow a jubilant, petite, fearless wee lass indulge her urge to recite poems, sing homemade songs, ballet dance, re-enact plays and musicals or just blatantly lap up the attention of adults, peers or anyone else who’d pay her any attention. Hayley and I even found it difficult to eat our tea without creating wondrous characters and spectacular scenarios.

My earliest childhood memories are that of visiting my Supergran, sitting on the floor between her legs whilst she patiently braided my hair and tied the ends with brightly coloured wool. Sups could only be described as an affable character, warm and kind in every way possible. There is no doubt she is the most influential person to touch the Scanlan sisters’ lives. She filled us with incredible stories. With no doubt whatsoever, we would believe her jaw-dropping tales of when she swam the length and breadth of the River Tay or how she toured and performed as a trapeze artist in the circus…

This is when my slight obsession with the circus began.

The thunder of hooves swiftly introduces us to this incredible film. Dandy Pike lurking through the battered doors to a withered abandoned factory, swaggering conspicuously through the barbarous conditions as he welcomes the daring cast of Circulus. Bravely balancing hand to hand, fearlessly flipping through the air, eye opening equilibristics, valorously vaulting over each other, synchronised cyr wheeling, jackpot juggling and The Pike tirelessly tap dancing, his feet hammering a frantic beat.
Performing over a spine tingling soundtrack, dressed down in baggy white shirts and braces, this three-minute film is nothing short of genius and sends the viewer into a state of anything but equilibrium. You will find yourself needing and wanting more. These breathtaking performers made more than an impact on BBC One’s prime time television hit show ‘Tumble’ where they dramatically impressed an audience of over five million with their acrobatic skills.

Circulus started less than 12 months ago, founded by Remy Archer, Tom Gaskin, John Thurston and Luke Hallgarten. Tom, Luke and Remy all met on the degree course at the National Centre for Circus Arts in Hoxton, East London. John was a friend who is an experienced circus production manager. They all share a love of circus and a passion to create and perform it in their unique and unusual way. The guys brainstormed and put together an impressive business plan then starred and produced the captivating ‘Abandoned Factory’ film. Investors were so impressed they gained a considerable creative arts fund grant which helped set up the Circus Company.

A far cry from myself gathering round my cousins in my grandparents’ back garden, using the washing line as a tight rope and forcing my younger siblings into weird acrobatic stances whilst dictating under the guise of Ring Master. Or using the bannister in Sups’ hallway as a ballet barre whilst dressed in uncomfortable leotards handed down to me from my big sister. I only did find out to my dismay that Sups wasn’t indeed a world famous trapeze artist who travelled around the globe with the circus until she passed away when I was 18 years old.

The Circulus Company have a great deal ahead of them. Gaining momentum speedily they are finding it difficult to keep up with their quick success. They have already had over 300,000 hits on their YouTube channel and have featured on American news channels as well as written articles in Huffington News and Business Insider. Fans will be eager to learn that many projects are lined up and the main objective is to create live performances, which they hope to premiere with a first major show in 2015. There is no stopping these sky rocket boys!

Watch this space.

Long live the VEF and all hail Sups, the Queen of Trapeze

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GET OOT MA THROAT

I was still cutting hair as Kathryn arrived. I haven’t ever seen her look as good, unique in style she fashioned an impressive dark brown fur jacket finished with navy blue leather detailing around the cuffs and collar. The loose fringe I cut the day before was gracefully skimming her cheekbones and her whole face seemed to illuminate. Forever having too much to do within a small amount of time I swiftly finished off and quickly changed, foretasting the evening ahead. 

I’ve always had a thing for older men so you can only imagine my delight when Professor Mike Press asked me to attend as his guest The Dundee Wearable Art Awards Show held in The Rep Theatre’s Bonar Hall. I was even more delighted as he met us in the foyer, looking dapper in a polka dot shirt and Japanese inspired Issey Miyake overcoat.  

Dundee Wearable Art is an imaginative concept that sees artists and designers from Dundee and surrounding areas use the body as a canvas to display pieces of art. The night’s event was a fashion show where models displayed art contributed by contestants. A charity event with all funds raised going to Dundee WestFest and The Friends of Magdalen Green charities.

Mike Press programme director of design and craft at Duncan of Jordanstone School of Art, has many accolades including authorship of three books. Mike consistently encourages the VEF girls and is continually pushing our creative boundaries, sharing with us his sublime taste in music and fascinating tales of his youth. Mike had been invited along to this unique evening as a judge, alongside Creative Dundee’s Gillian Easson and they were kind enough to invite me onto the panel to judge alongside them. Models elegantly displayed each piece upon the catwalk. The standard was impressive and it was a tough competition to adjudicate. 

Meanwhile, Wasp Studios at Meadowmill saw an even more prestigious event. Hayley Scanlan held a fashion showcase, exhibiting her latest H.S. range ‘Hustle.’ Dundee’s fashion elite were out in force and our paths crossed at The South Tay Superstore, the venue chosen to continue the disco-themed merriment from the successful designer’s main event. The Autumn/Winter collection is loosely based on Michelle Pfeiffer’s character in Scarface – Elvira. Silver drapes embellished the walls, a discoball illuminated the dance floor, an original 1970s cocktail bar was neatly installed and models showed off the wares whilst cavorting on narrow white podiums. A projected screen played music videos of 70s icons including Diana Ross. 

The Superstore busied quick and the wait at the bar saw Karlene and I make a sneeky exit. 

Karlene Alabama Rose was back in the city, visiting from the big smoke to celebrate her forthcoming birthday. Karlene cunningly bagged us guest list spots at the popular Rhumba club. Cheekily blagging VIP wrist bands, we snaked through the corridors of Fat Sams to be met by familiar faces in what can only be described as someone’s living room, with a propped up bar serving free drinks and decks in the corner blasting out 90s rave tunes. I enthusiastically took to the dance floor, with utterly no persuasion would I leave the spot where I’d happily thrown my hands in the air and was gratifyingly waving them around slowly above my head. I didn’t even notice Karlene leave and whilst I continued in my alcohol-induced dreamland, she organised late night snacks and flagged us a taxi. 

Making our way back to the Poley penthouse to continue our late night ramblings with homemade soup, jasmine tea and some inedible lemon and honey concoction, we which left an undesirable mess the next morning! Crawling into bed whilst charmingly turning down offers to continue the blow out elsewhere. It’s safe to say a fun, riotous evening was had.

Reflecting over the weekend left me feeling overwhelmed with pride at the creative talent amongst my family and friends. Dundee is an exciting city to be in right now. The creative hub of Scotland. 

Long live the VEF and Lizzie is such a ‘Rave Queen’ 


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WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

The atmosphere was tense at times. After all, a significant amount of work was involved and we had a slightly condensed amount of time. I sense I thrive on stress, it makes me feel empowered. My adrenaline was high and I was enamoured by my situation and surroundings.

The Roundhouse in Camden is a considerably iconic building. Although one of the best-known venues in London for audiences seeking bold, innovative cultural experiences, its use today is a far cry from its beginnings. Once a railway repair shed in the 1800s, this site has seen regeneration in the past 15 years and is now the place to go for cultural arts.

Amelia, the current Wella Gen Now team and I arrived there at 7.30am to be greeted by Gary Gill, Kai Wan and Tom Wright. Our Captain and two Generals for our laborious day ahead. Briefed strategically, there was no time to sit around and we set to work as soon as the models arrived.

Frantically blow drying, tonging and gluing hair wefts, it soon became clear we needed to step up our game if our 7.15pm stage time was to be met. I’ve said this many times before and I’ve no doubt I’ll mention it again. I’m in awe of Gary Gill. His attitude and approach to work is something I thrive to mimic. His ease and sophistication towards each and every hairstyle on this event was something to be described as genius and I am utterly flattered and privileged to work alongside him.

Each style was hand drawn and an exact match was expected to be created. No corners cut and not one hair out of place, this was unquestionably the most prestigious event I’ve worked on.

Flat out would be my only description of the day.  With little time to refuel, its high intensity had me more than focused but the memories of last night’s previous events kept a huge grin on my face…

We stumbled into the living room, climbed over the armchair blocking the door and entered what can only be described as a ‘homemade hair salon’.

Darren and I were in Brixton, to visit our friend Josh. In his ‘salon chair’ was a gentleman I’d not quite prepared for. You would never have known Josh had only met him the previous night. From a spectator’s point of view, they had known each other a lifetime.

Rob Philip Henry Quinn eagerly in the chair whilst a not-so-sober Josh performed one of his three-hour haircuts, hilariously stopping every few minutes to play a ‘hairdressing’ song through spotify, to make non-informative phone calls or to have a quick cigarette break. The first hour saw him fading said hair with unplugged clippers.

Rob is an extravagant character, full of la di da’s. Was very out spoken, informative and opinionated. A cluster of descriptive words that spring to mind would be aristocratic, loaded, fancy, toff, toffee nosed, upper crust, well off, or well to do. A trainee dentist who dreams of opening an upmarket teeth whitening surgery. We discussed ideas of how he’d run the business, which would also offer the services of Botox, fillers and hair extensions. Throwing ideas for the surgery’s name across the room, we eventually agreed Henry Quinn of London would be best fitting. Just before we got ourselves together to hit the pub, Rob enjoyably smeared £400 eye cream round my face whilst telling tales of his trip to Los Angeles the next morning to work as ‘The Face’ of a cosmetics company.

Looking around Hootananny’s, we weren’t quite the typical clientele. With Darren in his West Bromwich Albion top and Rob looking like a quaint, middle class, private school boy, we were certainly breaking the mould. I could sense Rob’s discomfort and he quickly made excuses before scampering off to a more desirable destination.

Making our way back to Josh’s place, grabbing a few tins of Red Stripe on the way, it was clear a night filled with laughter lay ahead. Robustly sending Kathryn and Titi photo after photo and short video clips of our carrying on, it’s safe to say I’m just as comfortable with these two as any of my other closest friends.

I stood on the balcony with Amelia and The Gen Now 2014/15 team. Looking around at the tables of peers and industry connoisseurs, I beamed with pride as model after model strutted down the catwalk, showing off our labour of love. Knowing what goes on behind the scenes, including stylists, make up artists, choreographers, dancers, musicians, technicians etc, it’s a one hundred per cent guarantee Wella will give you a world class show and this year was no different.

Leaving London is always difficult for me, it’s a place I feel most creative and I take pleasure in spending my time in the vibrant City. I look forward to my next trip. I might even visit the bar in Soho where Rob Phillip Henry Quinn of London is now working as a Gogo dancer.

Long live the Vef and I bloody forgot to visit the Queen!

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HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE….

Ferociously spinning across the stage, an intimidating presence that’s challenging to ignore. Looking around I wasn’t the only one enthralled by his Dickensian presence. I was instantly intrigued. Who was this guy? I was on a pursuit to find out.

It was the after, after party of The Wella Trend Vision Final. Simon and I had decided celebratory tequilas were in order to reward our hard day’s graft. Wedged in at the bar I turned around to be faced with The Pike himself. Instantly drawn in, we made our way to the dance floor where he led me gracefully. Knowing I’d better pull out all the stops, I lied. Under the disguisement of a salsa dancer, a role that was not so easy to uphold after my rounds at the bar, I twisted and turned trying to keep up. If he noticed my untruth, he was too polite to say.

We spent the night sharing tales of our pasts, his more colourful than mine.  Showing pictures taken with Michael Jackson and The Osbornes amongst Dr Pepper commercials and action stunts. Getting to know each other whilst intermittently calling my friends to let them talk to my new famous friend.

Darren Tait was back in the UK. He’d spent many years previous in Las Vegas and Los Angeles working in the film industry as an Action Actor and Stunt Man. Most famous for his time at Cirque du Soleil, where he performed in their show ‘Beatles-Love’, he has quite a story to tell.

A run in with the Royal family and a few Celebrity Kiss ‘n Tells. An ex-boy band member, supporting Christina Aguilera, Westlife and Busted. Darren has lived a spectacular life. Whilst obviously impressed with his repertoire, this is not predominantely the reason why Darren has my attention.

Throughout the past year, Darren has proved to me that persistence is key, and an attitude that screams ‘I’m never going to give up’ is what I’m drawn to most. Hard work and determination will drive you to the top of the game no matter your background or past life choices. His most loving attribute is his ability to let others be, to accept individuals for who they are without passing any judgement. Darren has accepted me, my position and lifestyle.

One week into his fortnight visit to Bonnie Dundee, Darren has made the effort to get to know my family and friends. Patiently waiting for me to finish shifts at work to show him the beautiful sights of our fair city. Willingly giving his time and effort to Blue Sky Photo Club amongst other things I’d lined up for him.

I have never had so many frequent visitors to the Poley Penthouse, everyone eager to meet my charismatic friend.

I will travel back down to London with Darren at the end of this week unsure when we will spend time together again.  If anything I know I’ve found a life long friend that can push me personally and creatively.

Dandy Pike has influenced me as he has many others. Hanging from my third storey window and walking across my ceiling are just a few attributes that will be missed in Dundee’s French Quarter. More than pleased to have met him although apprehension was formidably at the forefront. He’s a class of his own. Dandy, Beano, Pike.

Long live the VEF and The Dandy does the Queen.

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