Sunday cleaning, sunday coffee, sunday ebay sessioning (selling, not buying – at last!). And the Sunday sound? Sarah Vaughan. I WIN.
Author Archives: logsylou
when routine bites hard
and resentment rides high,
but emotions won’t grow;
and we’re changing our way,
taking different roads…
hope you have a lot of nice things to wear
Anyone else wish they were in polka-dots with the sand beneath their feet? At the moment I’m drinking coffee, trying to speak in French and pondering a massive overhaul of my record collection. All lovely, but I do rather wish I was in polka-dots, sand beneath my feet, not a care in the world…
everyone seems to know the score
The world cup final. Without England. Should be used to it by now, shouldn’t I? However, I’m allowed to wish things were different. Of course I’m still going to watch. I’m allowed to be bitter though, aren’t I? To soften the blow we have bought the ingredients to make mojitos. Yum. I will take a sip of my mojito every time there is a corner. And every time there’s a free kick or a goal kick or a throw in. And a foul. And a dive. And a whistle blown. Oh, and any goals! Or any hitting of the post or bar or any misses of a more spectacular variety. And if there’s a penalty, who knows what I’ll do. Basically, I’ll be drinking my mojito throughout. It’s the only hope I’ve got.
let me ride through the wide open country that i love
Guess what, I’ve become all technical: you can now follow my blog with bloglovin, if you feel so inclined… So yeah, follow me? Blah blah blah.
there’s soda pop and the dancing’s free
For someone who had so much to say about Glastonbury over the past year, I can’t say I’m doing a very good job of organising my thoughts about it now it’s been and gone for another year. It was my fourth festival and I’ve still come away with a feeling of having missed so much, having turned one corner whilst simultaneously leaving three paths undiscovered. I suppose that’s what keeps calling me back with such desperation each year – the desire to find more each time and to feel satisfied that I’ve experienced as much as I could (rather than falling asleep lots and feeling peaky in the mornings). However, despite the naps and the peaky mornings (which are unavoidable realities, I suppose), it’s still my favourite place I’ve ever found; a temporary city where everyone feels a mutual sense of privilege and pride. I’ve never found such mutual understanding and happiness anywhere else, which is why I hope my years are always punctuated by five wonderful days in June spent in those fields of Pilton, the most magical farm in the world.
dark and dusty painted on the sky
Hello. Just incase any of you were worried, I have indeed made it home from Somerset. However, I cannot say the same for my head and heart. They are suffering from a full blown case of Glastonbury jet-lag. Reality gets more difficult each year. I have spent the last few days trying to get my voice back and trying to get back into some sort of English time-zone and trying to muddle through the masses of photos – in essence, trying to cling on to all memories I can. Here’s a little taste of what I can remember (with thanks to my camera), but I promise there’s much more to come (not least the dispoable snaps which capture the quality of the air perfectly)…
i’m out here a thousand miles from my home
I’m having a Bob day. There’s really no better kind. It’s utterly miserable out there but Bob’s resounding off my walls, so it’s OKAY.
Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song
About a funny old world that’s a’comin’ along.
Seems sick and it’s hungry, it’s tired and it’s torn,
It looks like it’s dying and it’s hardly been born.
that sugar coated iceberg tastes so sweet
Curious, isn’t it, how the sunshine can change your day? It’s the little things, like the fact that walking from shop to shop isn’t so daunting. I really hope the weather keeps itself up; cider in Somerset tastes much better when served with a dash of sunshine. Here’s hoping.
My thoughts at the moment are entirely preoccupied with Glastonbury. You know, which shorts to wear on which day and which drinks to drink in which order on which days. And that’s without the music. But now that it’s on my mind so constantly, I fear that the next 3 weeks will be the slowest yet. I’m just glad that the football will start soon and distract me, if only for a few minutes at a time. Speaking of which, how very exciting is the prospect of watching England on the Pyramid Stage….!
Here’s a picture I took in 2007. It pretty much sums up why I want to be there right now.
