Stephanie Fey
The Tale that Wags the Blog
At the start of 2008, I opted to leave the rat race and go live in the country in an isolated old building called Mordan House in Scotland. My asthma was getting excessive and city-life was suffocating me. So I came here, to this old house which used to be some hippy-style commune of some description, miles from anywhere, with no phone handset and no mobile, just an internet connection that I put in on a whim. Gradually I've come to realise that this cold, empty, derelict barn of a place is haunted - but by the ghost of an astronaut. This blog is being written to try and stay sane and to try and understand what is happening to me. Also, I guess, it is a record of what is happening. For who, if anyone, I have no idea.
About Little Old Moi
My name is Stephanie Fey and I'm 30 years old. Much more than that, you don't need to know. At least, not yet. Reason for the lack of detail? Well, I don't know if I'm completely cuckoo, or if these are just the first flaps on the way to cuckoo-dom! When you're in such a strange place, it's best to keep schtum, mum and everything on the QT. At least, until I'm more sure of what's happening to me. Perhaps - and it is a big perhaps - I'll reveal more as/if my confidence, my certainty of my position, increases.
I can say though that I was born in the US, in Flagstaff, Arizona. But I was brought up In Phoenix and Flagstaff is a dim memory, really. I went to live in Glasgow, Scotland. Emotionally dragged there by a boyfriend. After nearly two years there, I'm on the move again to here: Mordan House. And the boyfriend? Well, that's another story!
How Do I Look?
I have red hair. Lucky for me then that I'm a lass! Lovely in a lass, apparently, is red hair; bothersome in a boy. It's long and curly and gets in the way of nearly everything I do, so it's tied back a lot. I'm slim (I won't play the numbers game) and I have no gruesomely noticeable abnormalities! Apart from an inability to properly oxygenate my bod ('asthmatic' to all you medi-techs out there)! Some would say I'm plain of face, but boys who fall for me think I'm a flame! Greeny brown eyes and a flash of pink in each cheek completes the colour chart. Heightwise, I get on most rides at the fairground, but I'm not getting anything down from any high shelf, if that's what you're after!
Who Will Play Me in the Movie?
Kidman, it has to be Kidman. The producers will hold out for her no matter what! They'll part with the big bucks, the hard readies, the voluminous lollies, just to get Kidman to play moi! I've surely seen all her films - umpteen plus one times! Look at me! I'm totally her and she's totally me! Yep, it's gotta to be Kidman. You know that basque set she wears on the trapeze in Moulin Rouge? Got one just the same. Just the very very same! Now that's the peak district of Fan City and no mistake!
So, What AmI Into?
My favourite pastime is cooking, knitting and reading old books. Hey, who was that who just clicked off the page! Also, I have a passion for knickers - but nobody should read anything kinky into that, okay? It's just a knicker-thing, and that's all there is to it! Hey, who was that just re-visited my site!
Where I Live
Huh, nice try! All I'll say is that it's a dilapidated old house in Scotland that used to be some kind of hippy commune, but is now a rickety shell with only three useable rooms. It's off the beaten track, lorded by trees and one conspicuous mountain that keeps the wind away from me when I need it most. The nearest town is a 40 minute drive away. My Punto gets me there in about 50 minutes - poxy 1.2 litre engine! I've lived here since the start of 2008, since I told the city what I thought of it and told it I'd never look back and never to phone me or anything. In truth, will I ever move back? In truth, how much longer can I stay here? Woodland heaven has sold out to hideous hell and left me on my own-some. The bigger question that paralyses me is: why am I paralysed? Why have I not left here already? What is it that keeps me tied to this astronomical ghost?