Yes, living in the country can be boring, but it does make for some amazing shots.

Catchy catchy catchy…

Tags: Music Summer 90s

The more you know, the less you understand. The more you hear, the less you listen. The more you talk, the less you speak.

It seems that ignorance and ambiguity make the world a lot easier.

There are no simple solutions to any problem; perhaps this is why when you solve one problem, you create 10 others.

What have we to fear except fear itself?

Where is the boundary between passive and interventionist. There are some things we can’t alter, so why worry about them? Why not make the most of today, and appreciate what we have right now? Some people out there would love to have the mundane problems we daily face.

Learn to accept, and you will learn to live.

You’ve learnt something by reading this, but you’re not quite sure what; and neither am I

Haven’t been on here for a while… Finally finished exams and now just waiting for June 11th - Is anyone else super excited about ‘The National Health’?! I’m lucky enough to be going to see Maximo in London next week and I cannot wait! Anyway, here’s to posting more often from now! 

Haven’t been on here for a while… Finally finished exams and now just waiting for June 11th - Is anyone else super excited about ‘The National Health’?! I’m lucky enough to be going to see Maximo in London next week and I cannot wait! Anyway, here’s to posting more often from now! 

Sort of forgot about this for a while! Oh well, back now… I guess it helps when I can remember my password. Anyway, just heard the original (since Coldplay rejected Spotify… Grrrr…) and found this too and love it!

"I thought I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, but it was just some bastard with a torch bringing me more work!"

— David Brent… quote of the decade!

This is my watch. I accidently took it down to football practice last February and asked the teacher there to look after it whilst we were playing. I forgot to get it back of him and have been pestering him constantly about it for the last 8 months, usually getting the reply ‘It’s by my front door’, or ‘I left it in my car’. Just as I had more or less given up all hope, i asked him again yesterday and to my great shock he said, ‘Yeah, it’s just upstairs, I’ll get it now for you.’. This may have made my week, I haven’t been late to anything for the last 2 days! 

This is my watch. I accidently took it down to football practice last February and asked the teacher there to look after it whilst we were playing. I forgot to get it back of him and have been pestering him constantly about it for the last 8 months, usually getting the reply ‘It’s by my front door’, or ‘I left it in my car’. Just as I had more or less given up all hope, i asked him again yesterday and to my great shock he said, ‘Yeah, it’s just upstairs, I’ll get it now for you.’. This may have made my week, I haven’t been late to anything for the last 2 days! 

My Response To Derren Brown’s ‘Experiment’

I absolutely love Derren Brown. Personally I think his showmanship and his presenting are fantastic and I am rarely left disheartened when watching his shows, however, his ‘experiment’ last Friday night offered up a few responses from me.

The idea of ‘de-individuation’ fascinated me as soon as I saw the advert, however ,as I watched the show I found myself slightly disappointed… I’m not sure if it is through an extreme audience or through my naivety, but had I have been in that situation, I found myself thinking I would choose the nice option most of the time. Whilst you can argue that the first few were a bit of a laugh, the last few I certainly would not have voted for. 

For those of you who didn’t catch the program, the basic idea is that a studio audience dictate the fate of a random person by choosing, from two options, what will happen next, with actors all around him. One by one each time the audience chose the negative option to ‘inflict’ on him. As I said, the first few were nothing serious, however, it got to the point when the audience were willing to see the man thinking he had lost his job, being arrested for shoplifting, rather than being proved innocent, and then ‘kidnapped by a group of thugs and taken hostage’. Whilst this was going on, someone was filming around his flat, which provoked cheers from the crowd to ‘smash his TV’ and rummage through his possessions. 

Shocked?

I was. I couldn’t understand, de-individuation or not, what on earth possessed these people to choose these options. Surly it comes to a point where enough is enough? Apparently not though. Was I the only one imagining what it would be like to be in the random man’s shoes? 

Well, that was the only problem I had with that show, and to be fair the look on everyone’s face when they thought he had actually died was priceless, and they themselves looked stunned as to what they had actually done that night. The question is, how can de-individuation have such as drastic effect? Even in that very situation I would not have to think twice about choosing the positive option for the poor man. It’s one thing to be framed for shoplifting, but it’s another thing to actually be arrested for it! 

Like I say, perhaps it is just my naivety. Maybe I have misjudged the effect of feeling anonymous in a group, and being in the moment of those situations, and the thrill of it. I guess I’ll never quite be able to understand these sensations until I am actually subject to them.

I went to see the Wombats live in Yeovil lat Staurday. Absolutely loved it! It was great because it was quite an intimate gig, but there were still a few thousand there so there was plenty of atmosphere, the best of both worlds! 

I’d be lying if I said I meant for the photos to look like this, but I actually quite like the way they came out. Can’t quite express why though… hopefully you’ll get it.

Awkward Situations seem to follow me

I was sat in English today, and the teacher tells us of an Irish revolutionary named Constance Mackenzie. She spells out Mackenzie, but not her forename. I question her name again and respond with, ‘Constance…? That’s not a real name is it?’ 

'I named my eldest child Constance'

Oh God… I couldn’t run fast enough

Can’t help but feel HMV are losing track of the latest artists… and their genres.

Can’t help but feel HMV are losing track of the latest artists… and their genres.

I’m quite happy my friends do weird things like this when I’m not in my room, rather than trash the place… this is more like ‘artistic vandalism’. 
It’s still a pain though…

I’m quite happy my friends do weird things like this when I’m not in my room, rather than trash the place… this is more like ‘artistic vandalism’. 

It’s still a pain though…

Since I got lost doing cross country yesterday I thought I’d post this video to represent a very similar phone call I made for help… it wasn’t one of my proudest moments

Watching Flight Of The Conchords right now, this quote always makes me laugh no matter how many times I've heard it...

  • Murray: What?! You've been evicted! By who's authority?!
  • Jemaine: The Landlord's...
  • Murray: Why?!
  • Jemaine: Just because we were paying with New Zealand Dollars instead of American Dollars...
  • Murray: Okay, so he's a racist and now you're homeless.

autumndragonfly:

Pinocchio’s strings weren’t meant
to hold the body down
but, rather to lift up the heart
beating inside hollowed existence.
A melody of heart strings
played on Apollo’s harp
With nature tuning human emotion
to match the wavelength
of the universe

Pinocchio’s strings weren’t meant
to…