Category Archives: photography
we watched august walk over to the window
something in the way she knows, and all i have to do is think of her.
Coffee. Toast. Sunshine. Washing. News. Frozen Planet. Work. Applications. Piano. The boy. Lasagne. Book. Bed. My day is going to go something like that. Have good ones! I’m doing an excellent job lately of posting completely irrelevant pictures, so why change that now? The divine Patti.
oh my friend you haven’t changed, you’re looking rough and living strange
So, I’ve got the afternoon off. I planned to come home and send out a few emails, you know, catch up on my admin. But no. Hotmail is not working. For, I think, the first time ever? So now I feel stranded. I’ve just had a banana and a diet coke. And that’s about all I have to report. Oh, apart from the fact that when I wore my new jeans for the first time the other day, they ended up with beer all over them (booze Britain) so I washed them immediately. Stepped out in them for the second time today and have come home with mud splashed up the back of my leg. It’s not even raining? Only me. Harumph. And now, because I’m so annoyed about all of the above and more, here’s an aesthetically pleasing picture.
not that he talked a lot – kienschaper wasn’t a great talker.
if you ever see a face like hers
I left the house for the first time in four days earlier. I was excited to begin with but quickly realised I’m still not one hundred per cent and that the general public are generally vile. Like the man picking and sucking his tooth behind me in a queue (apparently he didn’t notice the fact that I kept turning round to glare at him). Honestly though, are people for real? After getting the few bits I needed, I hurried straight home to snuggle back up. I may or may not have watched another episode of The Model Agency which I discovered on 4od last night. I wish I hadn’t found it. I wish there weren’t seven episodes waiting for me. I’m going to have to ration myself. It is so addictive. There’s one girl featured in the documentary who reminded me instantly of Penelope Tree. Which can only be a good thing.
i’m a’hatching a plan to get you out of this town, to make me your man.
I’ve been so poorly. Haven’t left the house in three days. Needless to say my blog-inspiration is minimal. So, I shall go to my default. Twiggy. Goes without saying, really. And this picture, particularly, is just sublime.
hello darkness, my old friend
because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while i was sleeping;
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, with the sound of silence.
narrow streets of cobblestone.
‘neath the halo of a streetlamp,
i turned my collar to the cold a damp,
and my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.
i bless the day i found you, i want to stay around you
I got in from work late last night, in bafflingly warm temperatures, to find my Frankie Diary had arrived. How lovely. I’m so pleased with it. Wouldn’t it be lovely if I actually had a proper job by 2012 and thereby a purpose for actually having it? Here’s hoping.
