May 2012
3 posts
Thursday - My introduction to Edvard Munch
As I woke this morning I had a sense of control, a calmness that I have not experienced in a while. I had Questa notte by Ludovico Einaudi stuck in my head so I decided to stick it on as I caught up on the latest news stories. Edvard Munch’s The Scream was sold today at a sickening $120m. I remember seeing that painting in Oslo, it is a lot smaller than I expected but the detail and the...
Wednesday - A few honest swings
Let’s talk honesty when we strive to fulfill a dream, a few honest swings of reality is important. I took a good few hits today, and these hurt, enough to make my bottom lip tremble. A day like today was much needed for me, ever since I moved here I’ve had the curtains closed on reality and only my dreams to think about and today the curtains opened and the reality shone through and I...
My Tuesday - Strange
It’s strange, today I awoke to the sound the of the alarm being put on downstairs whilst I was still in the house. I dashed downstairs to find the alarm code has been reset somehow and only the key fob on the other chain of keys is working. There is only one, so now we have to share it somehow.
This was not going to be any ordinary Tuesday, especially when I’m later stood face to...
April 2012
2 posts
A moment of peace on the tube
There was a moment of peace on the tube after reading the last sentence of my book, everything just didn’t matter within those few moments I had to myself, to think about everything I have done up to now.
When we are green, still half created, we believe that our dreams are rights, that the world is disposed to act in our best interests, and that falling and dying are for quitters. We...
An update/ Shelia / 1984
Dear town readers,
It has been a while, too long, much has happened both good, bad and sometimes on the occasion, just plain strange. Never before have I asked myself so many questions and placed myself into realms of fear in trying things new. Here, you struggle to get a smile for more than five seconds – six if it is a really good joke. A busy metropolis with a time poor environment,...
March 2012
1 post
February 2012
4 posts
December 2011
1 post
November 2011
2 posts
Watson, what do you see?
Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson went camping in the forest. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they went to sleep in the tent.
Several hours later, Holmes awoke and nudged his faithful friend, Watson.
“Look at the sky and tell me what you see.”
Watson answered: “I see millions and millions of stars.”
“And what does that tell you?”
Watson thought a...
October 2011
1 post
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September 2011
1 post
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button - Chapter XI ...
In 1920 Roscoe Button’s first child was born. During the attendant festivities, however, no one thought it “the thing” to mention, that the little grubby boy, apparently about ten years of age who played around the house with lead soldiers and a miniature circus, was the new baby’s own grandfather.
No one disliked the little boy whose fresh, cheerful face was crossed with...
August 2011
1 post
“You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen...”
July 2011
3 posts
June 2011
2 posts
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you...”
waldosia
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
May 2011
9 posts
Dalliance & Defeat
It was only then I realized what a mistake a man like me had made. Waking up alone and noticing the coffee rings on the side table where she once lay with me as we sipped our cups and talked through the night.
“The city sleeps and the country sleeps,
The living sleep for their time, the...”
– Excerpt from the poem of “Song by Myself” by Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892)
Words of an after hours athlete
Backspin on a work table under bad light.
A kiss of the eight ball, a bank on the sixth.
Double bowl on a single throw 3 pints in.
Picking up a spare on the final frame, singing on key,off key and losing keys.
Steady hands,blurry eyes.
Bars,billiards,basements,bacon sandwiches with extra hot sauce.
Surviving buzzkills,3rd wheels, cock-blocks and cabs in the ring.
Finish lines drawn by...
Failed conversations at times.
I just can’t understand some people,is it something your hiding? something wrong? Do always need to keep doing it to make yourself feel good?
Have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just to see how they see the world we live in? I’d love to and I’d also love to delve deep into their minds to understand why they talk certain ways towards people.
Being smart is great,...
He was wildly mediocre yet courage was shown.
Apparently he lasted about 45 seconds. No, this is not a girl talking to me about a guy in bed but this is how long my friend lasted on the stage at the Comedy Store last night in their amateur night called ‘Beat The Gong’.
Let me walk you through the general concept, each ‘comedian’ gets 5 minutes to perform their material to the audience and if the audience detest their...
April 2011
12 posts
Cuts and Restart
2010
£40 per month phone bill
£56.00 per month bike finance x12
£1100 student overdraft
£45 per month gym membership
£6 per month web space
£45 per week bus/train/tram pass
2011
£15 per month phone bill
£6 per month web space
£20 per week bus/tram (As of May)
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July is my new beginning.
“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I...”
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- Kurt Cobain, excerpt from his Journals.
“If a man speaks his mind in a forest and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?”
– Sir Ken Robinson
March 2011
22 posts
Limey
As I sat on the park bench in my Chuck Taylors and Buddy Holly glasses, cup of coffee in one hand, cigarette hanging from my mouth and a battered copy of “On the Road” on my knees, I felt I was trying way too hard.
“You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again, you can look...”
– Joan Miro
Welcome to the Layer Cake
You’re born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you’re up in the rarefied atmosphere and you’ve forgotten what shit even looks like. Welcome to the layer cake son.
