Monday, 22 November 2010

More of what I love...

Fires. In fireplaces. Particularly the one at The Railway.

Tea! Of all varieties - Earl Grey, Lady Grey, Jasmine, Green, Elderflower and Rasberry, quite literally, a tea-party.

My tiny heart-shaped flowery cushion.

Kate Bush. Her lyrics make no sense. But I love her, and she wrote some beautiful songs.

Here, There and Everywhere;
Let It Be;
She's Leaving Home;
Here Comes The Sun;
I Want You;
You're Gonna Lose That Girl;
She Loves You.

In fact, I love them all.

Songs you can relate to massively.

Times when you're in public on your own and you really, really wanna start singing your head off. Better, though - times when you're NOT in public and you can sing your head off in privacy. Like the shower. I do understand the concept of singing in the shower. Good acoustics in bathrooms.

Being well sleepy, and not having anything to do other than fall asleep. Particularly in your boyfriend's arms. And by yours, I mean mine.

Vintage crap I don't need, but definitely want.

Bright blue sea.

Things that smell GREAT. Chanel Chance, Soap and Glory, Nag Champa joss sticks, Herbal Essences, anything from The Body Shop. But also - petrol, nail varnish, paint, blown out matches, bread that's just been made, newborn babies' heads, clean washing, new books, fish and chips (before you've eaten it), smells that remind you of important people and the smell of your own home.

Getting a text that makes you laugh when you're on your own.

Having a really good night out when you hadn't even planned it.


Heart of Glass and Atomic.

Watching a film and deciding you're going to live your life like a character from it, starting from the moment it finishes.

Ellie Goulding when she sings Your Song, and you kind of wish you were her a bit.

The tartan sack.

My mum.
My whole family, in fact. Again :)

Crap Christmas songs, with the exception of Santa Baby and Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.

Seeing someone you've really missed.

Being told you've been missed.

Not being on fire. Aaaaw.


Karma Police, arrest this man. He buzzes like a fridge, he's like a de-tuned radio.

I'd rather be liberated, I find myself captivated...
I'd rather be jumping ship, I find myself jumping straight in...

A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal...

Come and hold my hand, I wanna contact the living. Not sure I understand this road I've been given.

Remember the photographs? Insane... the ones where we all laugh, so lame. We were having the time of our lives, well thank you, it was a real blast.

I was looking for a job and then I found a job, and heaven knows I'm miserable now...

Damn my situation, and the games I have to play, with all the things caught in my mind.

Illusion never changed into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn.

I'm ashamed of running away, from nothing real - I just can't deal with this, but I'm still afraid to be this...

I'm looking through you, where did you go? I thought I knew you - what did I know? You don't look different, but you have changed. I'm looking through you, you're not the same.

Keeping an eye on the world going by my window, taking my time. Lying there and staring at the ceiling, waiting for a sleepy feeling...

Look at that sky, life's begun, nights are warm and the days are young...

Waiting for the gift of sound and vision, drifting into my solitude, over my head...

Love and happiness... something that can make you do wrong, make you do right.

All relevant, somehow.

Sunday, 21 November 2010

Here's the thing.

It's 2am, and my sleeping pattern is rubbish. Since I have no spuds to peel or washing up to do (both of which I find quite therapeutic) I'll just ramble on here for a while until I feel sleepy.

So -

1. Red or brown?

I wasn't joking when I quoted Mr. Cobain on my status update last week... 'I need an easy friend, I do, with an ear to lend'...

Where have all the good people gone?!

They've escaped Southend, obviously. Left for sunnier places. I don't blame them in the slightest. But I do bloody miss them, a lot. I wish they'd come home so I can resume having a social life.

I'm grateful for the few left behind who make the effort to talk to me, still.

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Some good songs I recommend.

If you don't have any of these or haven't heard of them I suggest you have a listen to them, they're all great, for different reasons.

Some of them will be really obvious...

Let It Be - The Beatles (if you seriously don't have this, there's something wrong)

Love and Happiness - Al Green

The Island (Part 2/Dusk) - Pendulum

Tempted - Squeeze

54-56 Was My Number - Toots and the Maytals

Los Angeles Waltz - Razorlight (I know. But it's quite good)

Morning Sun - Al Barry and The Cimerons

Reptilia - The Strokes

Sound and Vision - David Bowie

Golden Years - David Bowie

Red Alert - Basement Jaxx

Plug It In - Basement Jaxx

No Surprises - Radiohead

Blinded By The Lights - The Streets

AM 180 - Grandaddy

Time Of The Season - The Byrds

The Day We Caught The Train - Ocean Colour Scene

Genius Of Love - Tom Tom Club

Sing Swing Sing - Benny Goodman

Radio Ladio - Metronomy

You're Gonna Lose That Girl - The Beatles

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid - The Beatles

Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

Cheap And Cheerful - The Kills (Fake Blood Remix - it's a million times better)

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac

Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

Zoot Suit - The High Numbers

Itchycoo Park - Small Faces

Ride On Time - Black Box

Electric Feel - MGMT

Don't Dream, It's Over - Crowded House

Live Forever - Oasis

Bulletproof - La Roux (I STILL love this song)

Oh To Be In Love - Kate Bush

Hounds Of Love - Kate Bush

Nothing But A Heartache - The Flirtations

Where Did Our Love Go - Diana Ross and The Supremes

Aerodynamic - Daft Punk

Courtship Dating - Crystal Castles

Frontier Psychiatrist - The Avalanches

Woo Boost - Rusko

Mars - Fake Blood

Robot Oeuf - Uffie

Kids - MGMT

Half In Love With Elizabeth - Mystery Jets (Foamo Remix)

Rock The Casbah - The Clash

Yeah Yeah Yeah La La La - Calvin Harris

I'm gonna have to stop here, I need to go to work. There's about 100 more... I'll post them some other time. Happy listening x

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

One day...

...I will own a little cafe. My mum and I can be business partners. We won't do much food because God know's I'm no cook and I don't think mum really fancies it. She'll be the licence holder and general manager and I'll do the accounts and paperwork. And we'll both make the tea and put croissants and cakes in cute little bowls. It'll be quite small so it's not mad busy all the time but enough to make a profit and keep everyone happy. Children and adorable puppies welcome at all times. I should probably have a word with mum about this since I've just assumed all of the above. She mentioned in passing it would be nice, so hell, we're doing it.

Then there's all this...

... I'll be a size 10. Or stay a size 14 and stop giving a damn.

...I'll stop worrying about trivial things. Like the above, haha.

... I'll be able to be friends with whoever I want...

... My body will realise it's only 20 years old, not 80, and act as such.

... People would start TEXTING ME BACK!!

... I'll learn to drive my poor car instead of spending 90% of my day wanting to kick a bus shelter in and punch the driver in the face.

... I'll stop dropping things and falling into things and generally hurting myself.

... I'll be able to pour milk that's out of a brand new bottle, and not spill it all over the bloody floor.

... Likewise with boiling hot water.

... I'll learn to drag myself away from Facebook once in a while and resume a normal life whereby you speak to people's faces rather than typing to a picture of them.

... People will realise that actually: I'm a nice person. I generally like most people and am willing to be friends with everyone. I hate bitching and arguments and things said behind backs etc. I can be a bit shy and not know what to say at first but on the whole I'd like to think I'm a decent human being who gets along with most people, until they piss me off, but there's always a valid reason for that.

...I will learn to make delicious food, knit jumpers and scarves, create and customise bags, cushions, bedspreads and clothes, design and decorate rooms, write music and draw.

... I'll grow my nails.

... I'll get the hell out of this town!