Its been over a month since i posted any-bloody-thing on here... I found Dave Bain today. Everyone should check-up-on-it. He is immense. Anyway, off the subject of my new found obsession...


Lets take a trip with Lianne. One day in the life of me, One morning... Train... Alcoholic lady, black eye, stitches, nobody would help...she nearly fell in the train track but ...oh no...Lianne comes along and BAM...helps out. I dont understand why people do not help others. Yes she may have smelt worse than the toilet but for fucks sake... a human, my friend... a HUMAN! So I did the good thing and helped her out. Pulled her away from the track and... BAM... she sits next to me. I couldnt breathe the whole 16 minutes of the way to wrexham but...she thanked me, so that was lovely. I ended up helping her off of the train and she asked me not to leave her...she was clearly upset, so I didnt, i didnt leave her... Instead i asked her where she needed to be... she gave me a letter, I opened it up and there was a title which read: Bail Confirmation Letter. i thought, hmmmm... yay! i looked a little bit further down the letter to find that she had been arrested for Assault. She looked at me and said "I only hit him over the head." Now i have lost my kids, and my house" the address she neede to be at was printed on the letter, a bail hostel, she was to stay there for 14 days and 14 nights. I took her to the Taxi office as she lit up her cigarette and told them where to take her. She thanked me thoroughly and even gave me a cuddle! Yummmmmy. Its strange to think that I wont ever see her again. But at the same time its lovely to know that I helped somebody who was in need. If i could do it again, I would. A million times over.

Structuretoforget.

So, i need to remember to buy yakult...this being an archive i wont forget, so if i do... then i can be punished. I hate yakult so as you can see it isn't for me... We watched Parent Trap last night, still funny as! A classic, in my eyes anyway. We then followed that by watching Cutting Edge, the one about Jaycee Lee, absolutely horrifying. Then to top that off we watched CSI. Lovely. Daisy got really scared which is unusual because its usually her telling all of the stories to everybody in the pub about how when the lights downstairs are turned off, I run up the stairs... Which is fairly excusable considering i have what is it called Mychtophobia...goodness me. So, today, as usual i do not know what i am doing...there was an option of the cinema to watch Toy Story in 3D although that isnt an option now as it isnt out until tomorrow... i like to plan things out, its easier... just to know what i am doing and how long i have to do it. Structure to the day. I like it. We will probably end up going to the Pub again. Its always good. Something to look forward to anyway. I finally sorted out my student loan. Which is good to know i will have money by next week. Woop.

Hardweeksyear.

So, probably had the worst week in a long time... not to worry though. Things change, we get on and turn around. Wednesday was not so bad though....Frog and nightingale...new song, i love it when i write something and it comes out all warm and lovely. Joshy played the notes and i sang the melody. Everybody seemed to really enjoy it, which was good considering I had just written it upon the table, sitting on a very hard stool with lots of beer in my belly. I will continue to sing this song... i will continue to write my thoughts upon paper until the very end. You will see.

A same day blog.

so, a same day blog... as i am guessing Daisy is the only one ever going to read this, the only person ever to have a slight interest, i wont bother to sound clever...as she knows i am not. Exactly 30 minutes, on the phone...exactly. That must mean something, somwhere along the lines... the conversation wasnt too shabby...just about the right information went in and the right came out. I love it when that happens. Its brilliant. so, its 10.40 and i am sat on my bed with a silent tv set on ITV1, The film Alexander doesnt look that brilliant. My computer is buzzing and tomorrow i have and early start tomorrow, well, early for me anyway...8.22 Train to Wrexham...then the minibus to errdig, should manage to get some structure into the day...i have ham cheese and tomato sandwhiches already made by me...hopefully i will enjoy them, they are the only thing i have so im sure i will... to bed for me.

As the tide goes out.

okay, so i am starting a' fresh. I need inspiration and all i seem to think about is: cuddles, money and beer. Frustration. The only way of creating something new is to get down to it. So, that is what i have decided to do. Im going to get down to it now, right now. In a second. I will produce something fantastic. A concept nobody has ever thought up before. AAAAND between the lines i will tell a story. The way that somebody communicates with you can often tell you the way forward for that conversation...so, i have been thinking, again...i cant quite write it down for myself but i know in this brain somewhere that if i keep writing and carry on, at some point i may get to it. I'm hoping you aren't too spiritless yet...

Right...so between a conversation there are words, there are smells there are always things that let your mind a' wander elsewhere. I have come to realise that what is there is there and what needs working on will take some time. Maybe i should take it slower. Okay, I think that all is well with two people having a chat but where is it going? What are the elements behind it all? The semanics. How much do we really care and is that what makes people wander off? Maybe its the fueling of toxins behind the conversation? Is that a good thing or not.. creativity can come from deep within, places in your mind you never really knew about... sometimes these things can make you smile, for a while at least. Sometimes they make conversation much more imaginitive. Sometimes you pick up on the little things. And its those little things, the ones you filter out that can build a relationship and its foundations. Memories. Little, silly things can be more memorable. I will skim the surface. Marmite, just one of those little things you dont think about really until you smell it, until you really get up close. Bite, bite away at those little things, paint the town with marmite and paint the town with words. Just to remember something so small can make one more person just that little bit happier. Once the tide has gone out and the sand is dry, you can feel it through your fingers, smell the air. Breathe it all in. Take a moment and sit for a while. Love with what you have and get on.

Finnnnne Art with a story to tell...

London, a time when everything made sense, Tube travel and happiness...laughter,Love. Y'no.