Yesterday I had a little whizz round the East End. Here’s what I saw and what I wanted to buy (but didn’t due to stains and missing buttons and not being able to move).
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up a lazy river by the old mill run
linger awhile in the shade of a tree,
throw away your troubles,
dream with me.
Up a lazy river where the robin’s song
wakes the mornin’ we roll along;
may be blue skies above
everyone’s in love,
up a lazy river,
how happy we’ll be,
up a lazy river with me…
and you, you have no nights and you’ll have no mornings
Urgh, could it be more grim outside? It’s so dark in here and the constant pattering of rain on the balcony is sending me batty. I’ve had toast and coffee (standard). I’ve done some ironing (also standard, it’s my therapy). I’m trying to psyche myself up to do some exercise (so standard). I’m listening to Bob Marley and the Wailers’ rendition of ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ on repeat (this has been the standard for about the past month, ever since the boy played it to me when I was poorly and delirious – I actually thought it had come to me in a dream). And now I am going to share with you a video of it (I’ve never posted a video before for fear of cluttering the place up, but I’m going to make an exception for this piece of genius – totally breaking away from the standard, you see). It’s not much of a video as there’s nothing in particular to look at, but please, just listen and weep. Bob Marley and The Wailers – Like A Rolling Stone
i’m just a soul whose intentions are good…
You know, sometimes, baby, I’m so carefree
With a joy that’s hard to hide;
Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry,
And then you’re bound to see my other side.
maybe the sun’s light will be dim but it won’t matter anyhow
A Sunday evening at home is rare for me so I can’t tell you how pleased I am to be here. I’m going to blast some reggae, attack that massive ironing pile, get stuck right into the sunday paper, continue with my neverending study of Lula, and eat more than my fair share of roast spuds. It’ll be over before I know it.
lively up yourself and don’t be no drag
I must say, the new year has a tendency to make me feel nervous. I don’t mean about looking forward, but looking back. Nostalgia that powerful is nerve-inducing, don’t you think? Or maybe I’m misreading my feelings. Looking at my phone photos from the last year is one thing that inspires such nostalgia. I have always loved phone photos. When I was at university I used to ask all my friends to send me the photos they had taken on their phones; I always thought they captured the best moments and I was desperate not to lose those. They’re uncontrived, spontaneous, sometimes hilarious, sometimes sad, or even mundane; but I love that. If ever I worry that my memory might fail me, I look through my phone photos and get comfort from the fact that they can remind me of the trivial and everyday and unexpected things I’ve seen and the moments of laughter that I might otherwise have forgotten. It’s my therapy. So, here’s my 2010 in a selection of fabulous phone photos (oh, and apologies if this is the longest post, like ever)…
January: snow and records.
February: an emerging sunshine and trof.
March: the exceptionally blue skies must’ve made me feel pensive and arty. March was a busy one.
April and May: apparently I lost my spring-spark – this is all I’ve got.
June: shopping for that somerset thing and hoping we’d win.
July: oooh, a new photography app. And clouds and tights and recipes.
August: BIRTHDAY. MUSIC. PHIL SPECTOR.
September: buttons and berries. Strangeways, here we come.
October: after work drinks and my doodle of the boy. Amazing.
November: freezing cold football, new shoes, big hands, protests.
December: christmas trees, cold feet and tba.
New Years Eve: I went out by mistake. Here’s the only evidence I could find.
So, there you have it. Apologies for the massively self-indulgent post. Though I must say, there’s lots of weather going on in those. Something for everyone! As for 31st December, let’s just say I’m lucky to have come home with a phone at all. See you soon, folks! x
once upon a time you dressed so fine
Well, hello! I can only apologise sincerely for my hugely long absence. I was poorly. As in, proper poorly! Just like when you were a kid. The loss of a week’s wages just before Christmas was not ideal. I spent over a week worrying about not being able to stand up to go shopping and about not having any money to spend even if I did manage to stand up. You get the gist.
Anyway, eventually I stood up and headed south. I had a very southern, snowy-pathed, boozy-foody Christmas. Lovely. I have just returned to the northwest and have been reunited with my laptop and passwords and things and thought I should pop by to say hello. Hope santa was kind to you all and that you’ve managed to finish off the turkey. Santa delivered me my very own flip-clock and I’m done with turkey for another year…
all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey
I heard that song on the radio today and couldn’t believe how fresh it sounded. Go and listen, I beg of you.
and now you must believe me, you never lose your dreams
Oops. It’s been rather a long while, hasn’t it? Unintentional, I can assure you. I haven’t even been doing much. Mostly getting scared about the imminent cold, excited about the imminent German market, and even more excited about the imminence of the Cast gig we’re going to in Liverpool. Remember them? Think 1995. Anyway, I must dash into the misty morning, but I’ll be back, much sooner than before.
