Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I’ve just speed-ordered (thanks, Amazon) and speed-read (couldn’t-put-it-down-obsessed) David Nicholls’ One Day. And also anyone who knows me will know that I’m a sucker for anything a bit Brit-flicky/rom-commy/mushy – so the book was right up my street. But on a serious note, I [...]
Monthly Archives: August 2011
Aug 22
row your boat through the oceans deep and wide
Whenever I get my hands on a new magazine, I have a very particular routine. On my first round, I simply take in the aesthetics of each page and might read a header or two; second round, I read anything that particularly captures my attention, but only skim-read as I take the pages in again; [...]
Aug 21
i’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset, the light on your door to show that you’re home
Hello. It’s been a while, ay. I’ve had a week’s holiday, you see; celebrated my birthday and headed down to the homeland with the boy in tow. It was suitably lovely and booze-fuelled and I had my hair cut, at last. We spent some touristy-type-time in London (the boy’s a real tourist, after all) and [...]
Aug 19
they say ev’ry man needs protection, they say ev’ry man must fall
…yet i swear i see my reflection, some place so high above this wall. i see my light come shining from the west unto the east and any day now, any day now i shall be released.
Aug 09
as long as i gaze on waterloo sunset, i am in paradise.
It’s hard to even comprehend the events that have unfolded over the last few days in our beautiful capital, let alone make any sort of helpful comment on the matter. Instead, I’m leaning on Ray Davies for a little help. If I was anywhere near, I’d be knee-deep in a clean-up operation. As it stands, [...]
Aug 08
who loves the wind? who cares that it makes breezes?
Oof, I’ve finally updated my wordpress – it takes me ages to succumb to any sort of computer update (creature-of-habit/don’t-like-change). It’s awfully odd round here now. My font’s gone all type-writery and everything on the screen has spread out really far. It’s throwing me right off my thought pattern. Still, anything to get me away [...]
Aug 05
there’s a place, where i can go
I’d quite happily stay at home all day drinking coffee and browsing blogs and thinking about haircuts (ok, does anyone else credit this with as much importance/thought/time as me? (and then get to the hairdressers and say ‘same as last time, please’)). Which is what I’ve been doing so far this morning and which is [...]
Aug 03
but still i’d rather be famous than righteous or holy, any day
Today consisted of work, chicken, chips and Harry Potter (about time too). I’ve just started a 10-day stretch at work so I’m soaking up every bit of this sacred evening. Balcony door open, wine poured, Jo Frost in full swing. After that a weeks holiday, my birthday and a long-overdue haircut. Keep the bowl or [...]
