Long time no posty

Apologies, to anyone interested that is, that I've blogged bugger all for quite a long time.
I don't have much to report on, though that's never really stopped me rambling on here before.

I just watched the lovely bones, and I totally bawled my eyes out at the end. There used to be a time, many a year ago, when I could watch films that were of the "weepy" variety, and be able to regain a natural steely composure. No desire to cry at all. That all changed the first time I watched the green mile at around 13 and I've never been able to keep a dry eye at anything remotely sad since. I had always put this down to the green mile being so heartbreaking and thus opening the floodgates forever. It just occurred to me right now though, that it was probably just a natural thing, teenage hormones and all that, and it was probably written in the stars that I would be a crier. I accept that I will always cry at sad films.

Didn't expect to cry so much about the bones though, when it started getting to the sad part at the end, I thought "alright, it'll probably be around the 3 mark on the crying scale". In hindsight, (can you still have hindsight even though it was only about 20 minutes ago?) though, it ended up being around an 8.

I'm undecided about how good I thought it was though, it was quite good just apart from a couple of things like how the father suddenly just realized it was the neighbour just by seeing him in a photo and looking at his dead rosebush. Maybe the book will be better though, I bought it ages ago and haven't got around to starting it yet and it was the whole reason I wanted to watch the film.

Anyways, I didn't mean to write this much about what a massive crybaby I am, so I'll leave this here.

Before I go, I would like to share this photo of graffiti that someone scrawled on the back gate of my grandads house. Its already amongst my favourite.

What a cracker

Fun thunderstorm times have been abound in Stockton the last few days. Its been a shoddy week here for July weather, shoddy and strange, usually when the day is grey it stays grey, likewise for mild, and sunny and all the rest. The past 3 days or so have been a strange concoction of rain and sun, alternating by the hour.

On one of my days off this week me and my friend took her little girl to the park. Kids are so brilliant aren't they? The way they interact with each other, the wonder with which they view everything, I'd love to see the world through a child's eyes for an hour. If only we were all as fearless as they! Anyway, starting to get all sentimental here.

The point is we fed the ducks, I had just as much fun on the play park as she did, and we all got quite wet but took refuge in the bandstand (which would have been even better if there had been a brass band in there too). We made it just in time, the rain proper bounced down for a while, then when it stopped we made a break for home.

Then at around 10 that night we had a little storm, got a pretty good view from my window. I properly love thunderstorms. There were some pretty exciting flashes of forked lightening, but the storm never got huge, and passed over as storms are wont to do.

Today though, there was a bigger one while I was at work, re-filling cards and wearing a stupid goddamn hat that wouldn't stay on my head. The rain was heavier, then it got even heavier, the sky got darker, the thunder lasted longer, and then just when I thought it couldn't possibly rain any harder, it rained even harder. I was delighted of course, but the location of the shop meant I couldn't get a good view of the sky so missed the lightening (I was supposed to be working anyway so didn't get to stand and watch) Anyway, the rain stayed pretty hard, but the storm was passing over, I could tell it was on its way out, when it decided to go out with a bang. There was a massive thunderbolt, even though the others had been big, but this one was of proper biblical proportions, Zeus was PISSED. I actually ducked when I heard it, you could feel everything shuddering and shaking. I genuinely thought something very close by had been struck. It was so good!!

In stormy conclusion, I'm really hoping for more massive ones in the next few days, because I love storms only 1% less than I love kissing.

Moving on, its around 3 weeks till payday, I'v tried not to spend much on myself from last months wages and its gone alright really, but I couldnt resist buying these little earrings, they were in the sale and only £2.



Aren't they sweet? (Aren't they tweet? ho ho ho!)

And finally

Two things before I make like a banana and split

Item A - I'm watching "dark waters" and have concluded that I would love to live on Roosevelt Island (as well as Eel pie island, but thats a post for another day)

Item B - My auntie gave me a big bag of rainbow drops the other day, I broke into them tonight and nearly ate the whole lot. Forgot how tasty good they are.

Concluded.

The only bearded man I have ever loved.

I remember the very first time I ever saw Fyfe Dangerfield. I was watching nevermind the buzzcocks, he was playing the intro round with a stapler and a ring binder. I didn't know who he was and I don't think I'd heard of Guillemots.

But he really made an impression on me, I remember there was just something about him that just instantly made me want to hang out with him.

So really I guess that covers it, I figured I should make my 200th post about something nice.

Those of you that know me, know I have a longgg list (I was going to say a list as long as my arm, but my arm isn't actually that long) of people I lust after.

Nadal, my long running teenage crush on Alex Zane, my one and only girlcrush on Eva Green, the belgian acrobat I fell in love with (ha ha bet you never thought you'd hear about him again!) Louie's theroux and garrel, and many many more.

However, I would choose Fyfe over all of those, I seriously would. He's the only person who I'm genuinely a little bit in love with.
Even though he has a beard, he is still the single, most beautiful person I've ever seen.



He's wearing a suit, oh God.