It’s been a while

So life has been building and building, and news flowing, and flowing… and now I just don’t know where to start!

Reading was amazing!
I would go into some great detail if it was the day after I got back like I had planned to do, but it’s now two weeks after that, and I just cant be bothered to write a big summary.

So here it is in short; Kings of Leon, I hate you

Not much else has happened except working, which I have been paid for without a hitch you will all be glad to know after that fiasco with transfering stores between London and Canterbury.

I finally was able to give Becca her present a little belated but I think it was okay because I spent a lot of time writting her a book as she enjoys my stories.

What else have I done? Started saying goodbyes to people before we all go away to Uni again, Will left ages ago and it’s not really that nice this coming saturday I’ll be moving back and saying goodbyes again which I am not gonna like one bit. It’s really tearing. I’m so excited for living in my own house with Conor and mates, the prospect of Uni social life excites me greatly also, and hell, I even miss the working a bit. But at the same time, I hate being so far from peoples, especially Becca. I guess it’s lucky I am only a short train journey away from home, even if slightly expensive.

Erm, Glenties are through to the finals back home, fair played to you lads. I would love to get over to see it… Might consider it…

Ah recaps are hard,  I am just gonna promise myself to update as it happens, that will be easier!

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold, Some die looking for a hand to hold pt.2

Wow oh wow, I seem to getting heavy traffic with people searching the above lyrics from the new Brand New single, At the Bottom.

However, the blog post titled such doesn’t contain anything to do with the song apart from a video to it. So i guess for them, its an unsuccessful search?
But what did you want really? Lyrics to the song? Maybe where the phrase came from? Well I can only imagine it came from Vinny’s head since he wrote most of everything from the latest album, and the lryics can now be seen below:

Wait, watched you throw out your bouquet
Now I think about you everyday
I’m alone now in my bed
And there’s a lake
And at the bottom you’ll find all our friends
They don’t swim cause they’re all dead
We never are what we intend or invent

Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart
Think something dark’s living down in my heart
And if I wanted to die before I got old
I should’ve started some years ago digging that hole

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let it you fade away
I hope that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

A deer that a hunter shot in the heart
Some dogs that got hit by cars
All came to spill their guts
And we spoke
About the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
And which songs we had loved the most
And then we all turned to dirt
And dust

Some men die under the mountain just looking for gold
Some die looking for a hand to hold

Well I carry this box to its proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away

I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

I’m slowly bringing you down from the heavenly gates
Now I’m drowning in the flood I made
Well explain myself to me on the other side
I’ll watch from Heaven when I die

Well I carry this box to the proper place
And when I lower it down
I let you fade away
I know that you would do this for me
I’d serve you drugs on a silver plate
If I thought it would help you get away
I hope that you would do this for me

Anyway, for some reason, I really like seeing young adults raising their kids properly.
I think it has to do with living in Downham and seeing young people treat their kids like shit. Earlier today a young mum, didn’t look much older than myself, slapped her kid in the face after she kept tugging at her and asking what something was, and told her to stop asking “fucking jarring questions”. As if this wasn’t bad enough, the father – or at least the man she has “looking after” these kids now – laughed and said something along the lines of “owned bitch”. The kid continued to cry silently enough after wards and I felt so bad for the poor child. So when I then see a similar aged family bringing a child to the till I was on later with such manners and politeness to ask me if they could please have this chocolate bar and thanking me for it after, and saying good bye mr David after reading my name tag, I feel a greater sense of hope for the coming generation.
Proper cretins out there, it’s gonna be a dangerous world….

"We're a proper family, we exchange earrings on the regs. Sharing is caring"

On a lighter note, tomorrow I am gonna hit the late night trains to Reading and wait up all night for the gates to open in a bid to get a better place to camp this year, kudos for the idea goes to Becca. Cannot wait.

I didn’t get as far with checking out new bands though, what shall I investigate for last minute possible reading love??

Currently listening to: The Coral - Magic and Medicine.

A huge mothball of a problem

Definitely the quickest week ever. Which is cool, but also frustrating. You want the week to speed on so you get your free days off work, then work goes slow when it gets past the free days, and all of a sudden you’re at work again.

Today has been pretty productive though, I worked on Becca’s “thing” for like, everything. I don’t even know what it’s a present for, birthday, anniversary, midweek loving token? It’s gonna take ages though, cos it’s gonna be class (i hope) but I can;t say was it is ’cause she reads this like a hawk.

Reading fest is also that one day closer and i found my roll mat and sleeping bag, ’cause I can not be bothered with a blow up mattress that just gets eaten by moths in the shed over a 2 week period rendering it useless.

MOTHS! Now there is a topic. One flew onto my mouth today, and tried getting in!

Why did it do that? It’s a moth. It’s supposed to hit its head on a hot light bulb or eat blow up mattresses. Not try getting into me. Maybe it was drunk.
What happens if a moth just per chance landed on some spilled beer and took a, erm, gulp? Would it go

You know what? Fuck the light for a minute, I want pitch black… an empty cavern… a human mouth!

strange beings. Did you know if you rub a moths wings they turn to dust? What advantages does that possibly have?
I went to find proof to back that up here.

Why am I ranting about moths?!

Time to carry on working me thinks….

Knock knock. I'm battered, can I come inside your mouth please?

Currently listening to: Damien Rice - O.

Free!

I am free from exams. 1 month and 5 days later.

Free love on the free love highway

The picture isn’t excactly what I am going to do with my freedom now, but it was the first image on the “free” google images search that wasn’t pornography….

I’m pretty sure my last blog entry was indeed the morning before my first exam, but nothing generally exciting has happened since then so nothing was missed anyway.

Dont judge a book by it’s cover ugly name.

With Reading Festival being only 71 days away and a lot of the line up now been released, I realised I have been very much out of the musical loop this year and I have deviated a lot to listening to music I used to listen to in my younger years. I then decided to start Spotifying some of the bands I had never heard of, especially those with weird names. I also decided to break my habit of refusing to listen to bands with names I think are just ridiculous. My first two for the listen were ‘The Airborne Toxic Event’ and ‘Dananananaykroyd’. The former because my inital reaction was “my God, could they sound any more emo and extra” and the latter because, well, you look at that name. Turns out The Airborne Toxic Event are not emo, and actually good. I listened through their album and found my self listening to it again. If you have spotify, give it a listen, or check out Gasoline, or Sometime around midnight.

Dananananaykroyd are a bit undescrible, although they use the term “fight pop” themselves which I can deal with as a genre. Despite their rediculous name I also found myself liking them, if not as much  as airborne toxic event, to the point of getting the album as well.

Think the next to invesitgate is going to have to be 3 oh! 3….

Currently listening to: The Airborne Toxic Event - The Airborne Toxic Event

Mud, bicycles, and a load of custard.

When I first started the blog a few months  ago I thought I would struggle for topics to write on, which has proven to not be the case, but now I feel so behind with it.

Must be nearly a week ago since I wanted to blog about my drunken Thursday night when God blessed some of the lads and myself with a shopping trolley at the bottom of Eliot Pathway. Result = feeling like a real young teenager again. A muddy one at that it appeared the following day.

Since then I have fallen victim to fucking bicycle crime again. My bike, fair enough, is one of the newest and nicer looking bikes in the bike shed under the causeway, and a couple of weeks ago someone just took the chain off it for the craic, then the other day I found the front wheel stolen. Why is it always me?

Seems to be the only option I have to reduce my chance of being victimised again

However, I did get my reading ticket third year in a row, and the initial lineup is looking pretty awesome,  just looking forward to more and more to come. The countdown starts, 149 days.

Did custard doughnuts only just come into existence by the way? I bought a pack today thinking they were just normal jam, and when i took a massive bite and discovered custard I said “fuck, I’ve hit the mother-load” to myself in the staff room of the Co-Op. I just took a minute out from writing to eat another. They are amazing.

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