…there was little risk involved, everything up to that point had been left unresolved, try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm, ‘come in,’ she said, ‘i’ll give you shelter from the storm.’
Author Archives: logsylou
and as i close my eyes…
and the sky turns red, i realise just what you are. you’re an idler’s dream and you’re singing shangri-la, shangri-la, shangri-la.
son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya is one of my favourite songs. Top 20 sort of material. But I spend hours trying to decide which version is my favourite. I usually swing between Hank Williams and Brenda Lee. One of our friends does a rather good rendition too, which sounds particularly good in a rainy Somerset field. But at the [...]
i couldn’t enjoy much of anything, except walking to the Ile St Louis
…to the park I’d come to love and rely on. The trees were flowering now, and there was the thick smell of horse-chestnut blossoms. I also liked to look around at the houses surrounding the park, and wonder about the people who filled them, what kind of marriages they had and how they loved or [...]
how unbelievably naive we both were that night
…We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn’t keep and should never have spoken aloud. That’s how love is sometimes. I already loved him more than I’d loved anything or anyone. I knew he needed me absolutely, and I wanted him to go on needing me forever.
dreamed a dream by the old canal
I think I promised some Berlin photos a while I go, didn’t I? I know, I know, I’ve taken my time. But these things musn’t be rushed. However, I’m going on holiday again soon (Rome, with my mummy, if you must know!) so figured I should get these out of the way first and leave [...]
i don’t know nothing ’bout the why or when, but i can tell that it’s bound to be
Yo, Sunday morning. I’m sitting with paper, toast and coffee, though these came at a price. I ran out of marmite (I can’t have toast without marmite – it’s a scientific impossibility) and had to battle my way through comedy wind and rain to make it to the corner shop. I just hope no-one saw [...]
like people on the moon, i see things are not meant to be
Well, as you can see, I’ve had a little spruce up around here. (If you can’t see any changes, please press refresh! Something to do with the word CACHED means the changes don’t always show by themselves. Huh?) The boy’s even fiddled with the colours and the links and the archives and a few other [...]
