Urrrhhhh. Cold! I don’t think I can take it a day longer! I am longing for a dash of warmth, for the sake of my sanity (and for the sake of my toes). It’s not all bad, though. I’m home now and slowly thawing out underneath a blanket, submerged in the middle of the sofa [...]
Monthly Archives: March 2010
Mar 29
soon found out i was losing my mind
Well, it’s Monday. Inevitable really, what with yesterday being Sunday n’all. How many times will I hear the annual cliche (you really miss that hour, don’t you?)? But, it’s true, you do. I’m feeling it. So, thought-trains for the week start here. I give you Alexander Rodchenko.
Mar 28
away above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me
Sunday, 16:45. (Yeah but, it’s actually 15:45, like, in real time.) My day has so far consisted of the paper, a lengthy catch up with my good friend, who goes by the name of BBC-iplayer, and several mini-eggs too many. I have been left with both a strong desire to watch The Wizard of Oz [...]
Mar 25
rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Up and out. Boom. It would be fine if I wasn’t having a bad face day. I need a miracle cure. Or just one of these – a rather fancy (and useful on days like these) headpiece, I’m sure you’ll agree:
Mar 24
he’s the warmest chord i ever heard
Two things. A man (I’m being so polite/politically correct) on Market Street tried to hand me some sort of holy flyer earlier today. I know that it was holy not only because of his appearance (am I allowed to say that?) but also because of what he said: “Jesus?” Literally, read: Jesus. Question. Mark. Maybe [...]
Mar 22
blue, here is a shell for you, inside you’ll hear a sigh
You know when the alarm goes off and you lay there thinking How?! How I am I going to prise my eyes open/prise myself out of this cosy cocoon? Of course, you are all familiar with this moment. Well, I had it today, big style. Laid there for a good few minutes feeling deeply sorry [...]
Mar 20
a bottle, a broom, an old foreign tale
Busy, busy Saturday. Rainy too. And all I want to do is read my book. Sylvie had it all, didn’t she?
Mar 19
’cause you’re so lovey, turtle dovey
This morning I was google-mapping my way to my destination with my iphone (how fun to watch the little blue dot moving as you walk!) and couldn’t help noticing a street name I’d never seen before. Brace yourselves…. Cakebread Street! Seriously. Ha! I want to live on Cakebread Street! There are numerable reasons why living [...]
Mar 18
i heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
In Manchester, Spring comes hand-in-hand with rain. The dreaded rain. I can actually smell it, the rain on its merry way to pour itself all over the daffodils. So, just as I can start leaving my coat at home, I’ve now got to drag my ghastly umbrella round with me. Which brings me to the [...]
Mar 16
hangin’ out just like a street sign
I just walked to the shop without a coat on for the first time in several months. Oh, it was wonderful! Liberating, even! And not a bit cold. Monumental, you might say. Admittedly the shop is only two minutes away. I wouldn’t want to, say, stand at a bus stop without a coat just yet. [...]
