‘Are you sure you wanna go just any place?’
I said, ‘If you ever loved someone the way I loved that man,
surely, Mr Ticket Agent, you could understand?’
‘Are you sure you wanna go just any place?’
I said, ‘If you ever loved someone the way I loved that man,
surely, Mr Ticket Agent, you could understand?’
Tags: the marvelettes
well i followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand.
April. Food (as ever), booze (as ever ever), weather (at last), streets (only the best). Photos below. Do enjoy! Meanwhile, I’m very much looking forward to May. It’ll bring more of the above/below, plus the birthday of the year and some much-longed-for visitors. And as for June, I am yet to find the words.
but the key was mine
(i keep a spare one every time)
(i keep a spare one every time)
Pipelines, super-sized Sunday roasts (thank/you/Jesus), rush hour headphones, friends like you wouldn’t believe, breakfast beers, trainers, rum carafes, Neal Street, fresh garms, still snowing, back to Big Hands (William, it was really nothing), porn star martinis, champagne sorbet, giggly mornings, train journeys, hope, side streets, cava in bed, dearest Manchester, new girl syndrome, this is for lovers (running away just for today), lock, stock, and two smoking barrels. That’s about all life’s saying these days.
and his friends. But this is not one of those hangovers where you write the
day off to darkness. It is the more interesting kind, where destroyed
synapses are reconstructing themselves, sometimes missing their old paths
and making odd, new connections. I remember things I haven’t remembered
before – things that do not come out of the ordered store of
memories I call my past.
Tags: anna funder, logsy
just northern skies – reflected light upon your face.
people think stars rule our lives,
some people they think otherwise – they can be replaced.
no pop, no style; all strictly roots.
Still can’t believe I have the weekends to myself for the first time in years. Finally allowing myself to remember what all the fuss is about [after so long chiding those who live-for-them]. So, allow me to sound smug for a moment as I say they’re especially good when: they last four days/you wake up on various sofas and find yourself watching Soccer AM with the giggles/you’re with your favourite old friends and new friends and family/your nails are neon and your dancing wheels are go/you play the taking-turns music game until daylight/you’ve tried to facetime everyone you know/you wake up to find the DJ’s business card in your purse. This is what they look like.
your beauty is a colour surround.
into the the half-light,
another velvet morning for me.
Tags: norman parkinson, the verve
