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These are some pretty old posts! I don't blog that much any more, but if they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can go back to the homepage to see some more recent stuff.
These are some pretty old posts! I don't blog that much any more, but if they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can go back to the homepage to see some more recent stuff.
For a while I’ve had a strange thing with my hearing, as if I listen kind of subconsciously. Sounds slip into my mind without me noticing - I guess that’s why I often ask people to repeat themselves a fraction of a second before realising that I knew what was...
Last night was… a little weird. I had a dream - a very long and, I think, important one. Then I dreamed that I woke up, wrote it all down, and went back to bed. There was another dream after that; which was about Lime, Elise, Stel and I in...
A warning - each paragraph gets steadily geekier and more obscure than the last! =p First off, I appear to have an Umbrella of Sunshine (+1?)… The only day this week that I left it at home, I got drenched. Monday and Wednesday were dry, and today was hot and...
It just doesn’t get any better, does it? Half an hour’s walk in the cold rain. 20 minutes stuck at Wareham. 20 minutes going slowly due to signal problems. 10 minutes waiting for stuck doors to open at Poole. Two armed policemen and one announcement later, we’re evacuating the train...
The overcast skies scatter the light, dampening out the scenery into shades of grey. The rushed half-hour walk to catch a cancelled train fills my mind with fuzzy interference. And on the train I eventually caught, the noise of wheels on tracks, the noise of the electronic announcements, the noise...
…Well, not quite. It still feels like I’m imposing, sleeping on their sofa, but at least it’s Southampton - that’s a start. Even though not a lot happened this weekend, it was really fun! I’m not sure quite what kind of cheese the Fantastic Four movie is, but it feels…...
The sounds of this place, for some quite inexplicable reason, are reassuring. The dull, rubbery click that my shoes - polished, black shoes, my old school shoes - make as they lightly touch the paving slabs, and the rustle they make as they push down yellow-dry grass… Even the chattering...
It’s been three years since the summer that made this song mean something to me… Three years since that summer I used to refuse to talk about, since that summer that either broke me or fixed me. I guess a lot of time has passed, since then. I’m a different...
Try as I might to live here and call this place home, it’s not. Southampton is home. Visiting there yesterday and today really made the point to me, I think. Being there, with everyone, and seeing the city in the bright summer sunshine again… I want to go back, I...
I decided to do this all as one entry rather than about 15 separate ones for the sake of everyone’s sanity… =p Here it is anyway, for those who’re interested: My two weeks of drama in the sun. Things written while on holiday (comments/criticism welcome): These will become links as...