No prizes for guessing where I’ve been. I worked like a nutter in the week leading up to Glastonbury (my pay-packet handily landed smack bang in the middle of the farm). And then we went to Glastonbury. And then we came back on Monday. And then I’ve been recovering. And now I feel ready to talk. Of course it was wonderful, if a little hard work on the mud/sun front. Lots of pictures to come. And talk of breaking through a fence to see Jarvis. Finding hidden treasures in the Bimble Inn. Falling flat on my face on my way in. Popping to Cuba (ok, Cubana) for cheeky mojito sugar-fixes. And eating an obscene amount of pies. You know, just the usual.
…that all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness and harmony, i need someone to comfort me…homeward bound, i wish i was homeward bound.
…and reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it,
then i’ll stand on the ocean until i start sinkin’,
but i’ll know my song well before i start singin’,
and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
it’s a hard rain’s a’gonna fall.
I can’t work out if I feel human again yet or not. I’m going to dose myself up anyway, just incase. Hope you all have wonderful days off in the sun. I’m working – shock. I don’t think I’d want to be off anyway as i have NOTHING TO WEAR. This is my current crisis (not least because I haven’t been to the gym for over a week (poorly, obvz) and so I feel like blubber and don’t want to wear anything that isn’t a SHROUD). On a positive note, however, may I suggest The Andrews Sisters? For fun bank holiday sounds. Enjoy!
…i even tried to run away. You just can’t run from the funnel of love; it’s gonna get you someday.
Morning. I started my day with a brisk walk (I left something at work last night and needed it), a huge coffee (a feeble attempt to de-puff my eyeballs) and a toasted bagel (marmite, if you must know). Most enjoyable. It’s the little things, isn’t it? I’m now back home trying to make the most of my morning off (you know, moaning about the fact that Holly isn’t on This Morning and important things like that). Also, I’m having a massive Wanda moment these days. She’s another one of my defaults. Go and have a listen – she’ll make your day (her version of Brown Eyed Handsome Man is particularly phenom).
Recently, I keep stumbling across things I’ve haven’t referred to on this blog before, but which are so much an in-built, unconditional, goes-without-saying part of my life, that it might seem absurd to those who know me. Suffice it to say, The Beatles are one of the unquestionables. And if I was to say anymore on the matter, I really wouldn’t know where to begin.
I often find myself scouring youtube for live footage of Bob Marley. I can’t help it. It’s like it’s my default setting. Bob-moving-in-real-life-SEARCH. That’s what I’ve just found myself doing, on this, a treasured evening off. I’ve probably seen all there is to see, but I always hope I’ll stumble across something new. And if I don’t, I’ll make do with what’s there (well, it’s hardly making do, is it?). Here’s a favourite for your viewing pleasure. His voice is as good as ever. I love the headphones, the fact that he’s sitting down, and what he’s wearing. I’ll always love the way he moves. Notice the way the camera pans from feet to head, at about 1:30. Not that I’m pedantic or anything. Enjoy!
Today is my only day off this week, so I am trying to CRAM. Indeed, I am writing this between hurried mouthfuls of toasted bagel and sips of diet coke (tell me, should one butter one’s bagel before one cream-cheeses it?); and between washing and ironing and shopping and post-officing and catching up with important documentaries (One Born Every Minute is important, right?) and trying to write different things for different reasons and, as always, worrying throughout. But, since I’m having a fashionably late and fashionably bageled lunch, I thought I’d check in. Here’s what’s getting me through my day.
…there’s a village green.
it’s been a long time since i last set eyes
on the church with the steeple
down by the village green.
’twas there i met a girl called daisy
and kissed her by the old oak tree.
although i loved my daisy,
i saw fame and so i left the village green.
i miss the village green
and all the simple people…
