people say i have no direction, well true i dont know exactly which qualification i am aiming to get in two/three years time, but i do have some direction, north.
down the A1m, onto the M25 for bout 20 minutes and drive inwards.
or get the 10:20 am train terminating at kings cross,
either does it for me.
it will be my permanent direction. until it is my permanent residency.
and fuck you if you think im childish or stupid for wanting to pay more to live in one of my favourite places in the world, because there i'll be happy,
i'll be happy, sat at home waiting for my take out indian to arrive, blogging, listening to my odd taste in music.
and i'll be happy when suitably dunk at another cheap as chips gig for some unknown talented band.
and i'll be happy on the grass in hyde park with a book and the morning starbucks.
and i'll be happy walking around the new exhibits at the white cube on my lunch break,
all these things are free, so turns out i'll only need the money for rent.
maybe i have my head in clouds,
but how many more years can it stay up there?
Tuesday, 31 August 2010
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Good Will Hunting
im not going to bother try and find the words to justify why,
just watch it.
watch it for the story,
watch it for the moral,
watch it for the acting,
watch it because it's a bloody good film.
just watch it.
watch it for the story,
watch it for the moral,
watch it for the acting,
watch it because it's a bloody good film.
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Thursday, 12 August 2010
on an evening in roma. (well, three)
if this place isnt already on your 'to go' list, put it on now.
i mean now, go on, off you scoot, pen in hand, write it anywhere, on the wall in capital letters, on your arm in permanent.
because it will become one of those things you wont ever forget.
now obviously a place like this has a massive hype already,
and i figured as good as i might be it wont live up to rumours.
but the thing i saw in so many people there, with their maps, itineraries, some with a compass bless them, walking at a pace on the brink of running around frantically, is that they had planned every second of their time there, rushing from st pauls to castel sant angelo to the church de santa maria, and because they were so obsessed and absorbed in seeing the main places that they ended up missing the bits of rome that turn it from one massive archaeological/historical site, to this amazing city i would give a kidney to live in. things like the tiny art exhibits up a street, the cafes lining side roads serving some unbelievably good coffee, the surrounding parks filled with benches and people resting in the dappled light reading, or writing or listening to music, or just speaking to one another, the balconies high above you filled with exotic pot plants as a makeshift garden in the middle of all the rushing.
if you take the time to actually see the city of rome and dont divide it into which site to do first according to queue size then guaranteed, you will join me in loving every second.
i loved to be in a city where i could be sat outside a cafe with an iced tea and five minutes later be walking into some magnificent church with frescoes hundreds of years old lining the walls and massive marble columns leading up to a memorial decorated in different types of stone and gold and statues of whichever saint forgotten to the rest of the world that this place is dedicated so beautifully to.
(a selection of pictures to come)
i mean now, go on, off you scoot, pen in hand, write it anywhere, on the wall in capital letters, on your arm in permanent.
because it will become one of those things you wont ever forget.
now obviously a place like this has a massive hype already,
and i figured as good as i might be it wont live up to rumours.
but the thing i saw in so many people there, with their maps, itineraries, some with a compass bless them, walking at a pace on the brink of running around frantically, is that they had planned every second of their time there, rushing from st pauls to castel sant angelo to the church de santa maria, and because they were so obsessed and absorbed in seeing the main places that they ended up missing the bits of rome that turn it from one massive archaeological/historical site, to this amazing city i would give a kidney to live in. things like the tiny art exhibits up a street, the cafes lining side roads serving some unbelievably good coffee, the surrounding parks filled with benches and people resting in the dappled light reading, or writing or listening to music, or just speaking to one another, the balconies high above you filled with exotic pot plants as a makeshift garden in the middle of all the rushing.
if you take the time to actually see the city of rome and dont divide it into which site to do first according to queue size then guaranteed, you will join me in loving every second.
i loved to be in a city where i could be sat outside a cafe with an iced tea and five minutes later be walking into some magnificent church with frescoes hundreds of years old lining the walls and massive marble columns leading up to a memorial decorated in different types of stone and gold and statues of whichever saint forgotten to the rest of the world that this place is dedicated so beautifully to.
(a selection of pictures to come)
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