Sunday, 17 October 2010
Jeremy Paxman vs Russel Brand
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/newsnight/9053238.stm
Such a good interview,
worth watching just to hear Paxman say "shagging."
Such a good interview,
worth watching just to hear Paxman say "shagging."
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Nyx, Goddess of the night. A real woman of darkness, she is born of Chaos. Mother to Oneirata (dreams), Hypnos (sleep), Thanatos (death), Oizys (distress) and Nemesis (avenging God of justice) amongst other dark powers. She is greatly feared - even by Zeus, the king of the Gods.
I always have been afraid of the dark.
Greek Mythology might well be a new-found fascination of mine.
Friday, 15 October 2010
Rest in Perfect Peace
My beautiful Grandmother.
You will always be loved by us all, always.
Forever in our hearts, we miss you so much.
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
North Street
I took a roll of film for a location based project, taken on a beautiful sunny day with the Konica.
They are pretty over-exposed, but I sorta like it.
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Monday, 4 October 2010
Monday, 27 September 2010
Home from home.
I haven't even been here for a fortnight and my room is already looking suspiciously similar to my floordrobe at home. I seem to create mess wherever I reside.
Standard.
Standard.
Thursday, 16 September 2010
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
I'm so bad at packing. I have pretty much just packed EVERYTHING. Oh no I'd better take that hideously see-through blouse that I have worn once, in case there is a hideous see-through blouse party, and oh that fur coat that makes me look like a grizzly bear, maybe it will look better this year? That bag that's broken beyond repair but I used to like it so I better pack that too. Oh I only ever wear one battered up pair of biker boots 98% of the time, so I'll pack 17 pairs of shoes - you know just for that other 2%
Christ, I am not looking forward to lugging all of this up to the 10th floor.
Oh deary me.
Christ, I am not looking forward to lugging all of this up to the 10th floor.
Oh deary me.
Monday, 13 September 2010
Sunday, 12 September 2010
I never knew the meaning of chaos until I first saw her.
She was gorgeous but it ached to look at her. She was life incarnate, there to plea for my existence.
My foot shatters on the brake pedal.
He wasn't to be seen. I felt him, though; he stole the breath from my lungs. He was a frozen shadow, despair, he was death. He had enveloped us both.
She and he met, a discussion was had, a bargain made. She had wanted him to allow enough of her light into his unending darkness. Enough of her radiance to spare me and keep my being in this world, my soul on this spiritual plane.
My body begins disintegration; the world spins. I turn, you're hitting the windshield.
They had reached an agreement. I would survive.
She had saved me, you had not been saved. She had pled for you and you were given nine short months. Nine months, and then a lifetime of missing you. I feel her watching me sometimes as I squander her gifts. I am ashamed, though, it seems all I have managed to do is drown in life's possibilities.
He is gone now. He has claimed you as his prize and in the remnants of his darkness I am now lost.
I don't know who wrote this, or who it is about but I think it is a truely beautiful piece of writing.
She was gorgeous but it ached to look at her. She was life incarnate, there to plea for my existence.
My foot shatters on the brake pedal.
He wasn't to be seen. I felt him, though; he stole the breath from my lungs. He was a frozen shadow, despair, he was death. He had enveloped us both.
She and he met, a discussion was had, a bargain made. She had wanted him to allow enough of her light into his unending darkness. Enough of her radiance to spare me and keep my being in this world, my soul on this spiritual plane.
My body begins disintegration; the world spins. I turn, you're hitting the windshield.
They had reached an agreement. I would survive.
She had saved me, you had not been saved. She had pled for you and you were given nine short months. Nine months, and then a lifetime of missing you. I feel her watching me sometimes as I squander her gifts. I am ashamed, though, it seems all I have managed to do is drown in life's possibilities.
He is gone now. He has claimed you as his prize and in the remnants of his darkness I am now lost.
I don't know who wrote this, or who it is about but I think it is a truely beautiful piece of writing.
Saturday, 11 September 2010
what comes before part b? PART-A!
Dearest weather, please man the fuck up and stop raining for one day.
camping and marshmallows!
camping and marshmallows!
Friday, 10 September 2010
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
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