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And so we drawwwwww the final curtaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiin.

2009 is over.
And naturally - here comes the blog to go “OH LOOK! 2009 IS OVER! ISN’T THIS INSPIRATIONAL!?”

So, I will put the number of thank you messages and relevant stuff first, then rambling afterwards. So if you just wish to see all the nice wonderful thank you messages, you can read on and will be warned before I try to sound clever and deep. So you can click the little x in the top right to avoid reading such drivel.

2009 has been such a year…
Never has so much changed in one year for me (except those 9 months in the womb. That was quite a year)
And probably the year I went through puberty too. That was quite a good one
BUT OTHER THAN THOSE TWO!

It fills me with joy to look back on the year, to see how far I have progressed
Previous years were like running on the spot. Doing nice things, but never really charging forward with the good intentions for where I wanted to take myself.
Without certain people, I wouldn’t have had such a successful year…
And would not be in the position I am now…
There are so many people to say thank you to, so if I forget you. I am very sorry! But I was probably thinking of you, while I sat here, sipping tea. And trying to churn out this blog before 2009 ends!!

So, here they are…

David TG - Torture Garden.
Thank you so very much David for booking me at Torture Garden… so many many many times. And putting up with my many questions, and my talking quickly. And my talking mainly crap.
Your support, and the support of Torture Garden has really helped me in setting my feet into the London cabaret scene.

So on that note. A lovely picture of us at Torture Garden, with Martyn Jacques of the Tiger Lillies there too. Drunk.
This was taken after you both said you’d like to adopt me.
As Viktoria said, I am the son of David. And apparently now… son of Martyn too!

In short. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.

TADA!

Kittie Klaw & James Malach - The Ministry of Burlesque.

You took me out for tea and cake in London. And I’ve never looked back since!
So very supportive, and so much fun to be around.
High Tease in Bath still remains one of my fondest show memories, before the show, during the show, afterwards, and even the day after!

Thank you so much, for welcoming me into the Ministry of Burlesque family.

Alix Fox & Alllllll the folk at Bizarre Magazine.

Alix Fox, how I love thee.
Not only have you and the magazine been so very supportive of me and my strange exploits. But Alix, has been a wonderful friend. A very new friend, but one that brightens my day whenever we natter.

<3 thank you.

Marcella Puppini!

We haven’t know each other very long. But you’ve been such an inspiration (whether you were aware of it or not!) to really take this up to the next level, with what I do.
The chats we’ve had in such a small amount of time - across coffee shop tables, in dressings rooms, while eating crackers and drinking inoffensive tea at your kitchen table. Made me realise how much further there is to go with this, and the work that comes into it.

This picture makes me smile.

Thank you so much.

Eurgh… its getting so late now. And I want to just curl up in bed
But I must finish this. I MUST have this written before 2009 is up!!

So yeah - special mentions to the lovely people, the supportive people, and the wonderfully attractive people that have been involved this year, and people who I have met, and took a liking to. And the people that I may not have met, but still took a liking to.

Warning: I will use NO grammar in this. And its left up to the computer to change things automatically.

So much love going out to Anna fur laxis for being there, Beatrix von bourbon for being so wonderful in general, honey wilde for being her, Gordon mix for being my favourite american ever and for putting up with me, ryvita von cheese for being a bit mental, amelie soleil for being a geek and for being the only one to match how much I can send in an email, diva Hollywood for being just so damn lovely, frank at flag promotions for putting me on at so many shit gigs but continued to do it none the less, the folk of birdeatsbaby for dealing with my tour angst and for having me along, cherry deville for having me at her house so damn much, david cooper and darren tipper at the kings theatre for allowing me to put on a beautiful show of my own, red sarah for being so supportive and giving me booze I couldn’t handle at 3 in the morning, ophelia bitz for being a dirty trollop who I love dearly and snuggled with in a kigu suit, duke special for making the effort to keep in touch even though he an incredibly busy and talented man, dusty limits for being a drunken sex pest and a brilliantly talented one at that, linda Robertson for writing my favourite book ever and signing it for me and singing with me in london, dolores delight for not hitting me when I pick on her for being in my parents are aliens, vicky butterfly for endless chatting and for being so damn lovely and supportive and cute, clutterfly jewellery for making beautiful things and for the modelling opportunity and for being the nicest damn people ever, missy macabre and the baron and not being put off that first time I met you when I was drunk and insisted me and dolly divine weren‘t ripping off your act and for continuing to be there and especially missy for getting me that chine curry that probably gave me food poison, chrys columbine for being the mouthiest beauty that has ever walked this earth, david mccomb for being incredibly supportive and for being the wonderful editor of bizarre and walking me through Camden completely off my face at 1 in the morning to deliver a keyboard to chrys columbine, des O’Connor for letting me guest at your Edinburgh fringe show and for being so damn kind towards me ever since, kitten deville for being not only utterly hilarious to spend time with but also being so damn beautiful, dolly divine for the ups and downs we‘ve been through, peski deville for brightening the room with your very presence, ben giddins aka mr mistress for being so seductive on stage and for letting me stay in your house in London to avoid being stuck on the streets. And…. Er EVERYONE ELSE!!
Every person that has ever taken the time to listen, to watch, or to come see live, to clap, cheer, and woop.
Every promoter that has ever booked me, and given me money to do what I love most.
Every company that has offered me money to do porn, that I have declined. (add another 0 to your offer. And we can talk. *wink* oooerrr)
Every… EVERYTHING.

There we go.

Thank you for such a beautiful 2009.
THE END! (of the thank you part.)

Carry on reading if you want to read my rambling,
Stop now if you don’t want to read it!

*AHEM*

So….

At the end of 2008, I was working in a hotel as a night receptionist.
Now, at the end of 2009 - I’m working full time as a performer…
What a fucking change that is to a lifestyle?!

I feel so luck to be able to call it my full time occupation now…
In education they drill it into your head that its practically impossible to get a completely creative job, or a job in things such as acting, music, drama etc etc
But AHA!!! I DID!! FUCK YOU EDUCATION SYSTEM!!!!

I have a few things I’d like to put in this blog. And one of them is how different things are when you get older… which kind of relates to the education thing I suppose… so yeah. Here goes.

It’s only lately that I’ve realised how much of a difference age seems to make…
facebook of all the things, made me realise this.
My profile has a great number of 14/15/16 year olds, which is fine. Teenagers I’ve met, who come to shows, enjoy what I do etc etc etc
But from having these people, and their friends on my friends list - I’ve come to witness arguments, issues and boatloads of angst.
All of which seems to come in bulk loads at Christmas time.
Such issues as “OH MY GOD! My boyfriend is seeing his family at Christmas!!? Does this mean he thinks im ugly and fat?!” and “ZOMG. Ain‘t eating none of this Christmas food, I‘m a size zero model bitch!!” (they‘re not a model. They‘re 15. And too lazy to leave their computer)
I’m in my twenties (THERE I SAID IT!!!! FUCK SAKE.) and I know fine well, I was actually kind of like that at that age…. It doesn’t seem like that many years difference? But bloody hell. How things have changed!?
I’m still a moody rant fuelled one. But possibly with less angst?!
Just as neurotic though.

I have no particular point with this, only that it relates to what changes with time.
And how quickly it seems to happen.
How far I have gotten in 2009, seems like the kind of thing that should have taken longer… but hey ho. Its happened now. And I’m very happy about it (been a good few years of performing anyway. But I still thought it would take longer…)

But as a personal growth from being the angst filled 15 year old, to where I am now - I didn’t see it happen? Was it gradual? Did I just wake up one day a changed person? I’m not sure.
How things change… that’s my point.
Yep.
Yep… that’s exactly where I was going…

ANYWAY
Lets change the subject. *hits mallet*

New year, news beginnings, blah blah blah blah blah.
You know the drill!

I promise that I will work my hardest in 2010. Always try my best etc etc
It’s nice to have a guideline. But if you have a tick list. It makes it seem less natural, and more forced….
I’ve found resolutions put you off.
So just take the new year as a new slate maybe? And just live for the moment!
CARPE DIEM!!
CARPE DIEM!!

SAY IT WITH ME?!

CARPE DIEM!!!!!

Did you say it out loud?
Try it. Seriously.

Carp - eh - dee - em.

2010 is a new slate. Yep.
Much love,
The last love of 2009 from me….
Joe Black <3