The Pictures are Cheesy

Dear God.....only half a day to waste before flying to sunny Rio. I've been up since 6am - even though my flight only leaves at 9pm tonight. I've spent the morning looking up trivia on Sugar Loaf Mountain and Portugeuse culture...but now I'm bored and beginning to fidget. So, a word about the pictures of me on this site. They were taken by a friend of mine for an artschool project - where we stayed up until about five in the morning drinking redbull and vodka and smoking too much....as a result the photos are less than perfect and seem pretty contrived in all honesty....but they were the only ones I had online....so will have to do for now. In most of these photographs I seem pretty pale and sickly looking....a situation worsened by living in London for nearly 2yrs now and seeing very little sunshine...although strangely enough we've had two days of sunshine and as I'm typing this post a very tenacious and irritating beam of sunlight is threatening to blind me...so I might go smoke on the roof, close my eyes and pretend I'm in Rio already (although the fuckin' pigeons, stream of traffic and the rantings of my deranged neighbour might make that something of a feat of the imagination). Sigh. The passing of time is so relative. Any of you reading this might be having the same thought....because I'm taking so long to come to any point....so I should warn you....there isn't one. My friends reading this will forgive my endless chatter (being hardened after years of knowing me). For the stranger reading this, I apologise, I plan to write lots of sexy swinging things when the mood takes me...and the mood is only gonna kick in after my yearly quota of alcohol and sunshine : )

To my friends: Will send u postcards
To the stranger: Well you'll just have to keep checking out this blogg to see if I learn to upload from my digital camera (and I'm trying to confront my technophobia when it comes to cameras).

Synchronicity

I lied about not writing again. Living in London is noisy - the sound of traffic forms a pulse - the nearby clubs and restaurants create something strange and vibrant. My world has its own soundtrack - everyday is different. I was pottering about my apartment this afternoon - enjoying the sensation of a new haircut (God it's a fucking great feeling)...anyway, this guy started singing in the shared parking lot...and it was just such a beautiful and unexpected sound. His voice was rich and dark and slightly jazzy. I wanted to quote Titania from Midsummer Night's Dream 'What angel wakes me from my flowery bed...' even though I was doing the dishes at the time. The moment was romantic, but fleeting. I opened the window and he carried on singing while he packed the boot of his car and for a brief moment I had that 'all is good with the world' feeling....that feeling that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. The sun is actually shining today, even though some thick clouds are hanging ominously on the horizon. London's skyline is made up of so many contradicting shapes. The old slated tiles on renovated Victorian flats, the old 1970's architecture of bad council estates, the new glass office spaces that look like something out of the 'Wizard of Oz' tinted emerald green and grotesque. I forget how amazing this city is sometimes....sigh...better get back to cleaning the flat.

Sweet

After enduring months of England's feeble weather and a winter from hell - I've decided to visit South America. I'm so excited at the prospect of leaving London (as amazing as it is) because the daily grind is getting me down. The thought of just stripping down and laying in the sun for hours is tantalising, to say the least.

England has that kind of cold that just seems to penetrate your bloody bones and the fact that I'm talking about the weather so much lately...means that I'm slowly starting to become more British than I ever intended! Anyway...ever since I started this blogg, I seem to be writing less and less...which is not good. I think sipping cocktails in Rio might give me the inspiration I so deperately need right now...before I risk boring my friends to death...so Im not gonna write until then.

New Obsessions

At the moment (and this is subject to frequent change) I am completely fascinated with three things: Junko Mizuno, World of Warcraft and Haruki Murakami. None of them have very much to do with the other, but there you go. I love Junko Mizuno's macabre world of strangely childish images and Haruki Murakami for just being....strange. If there is a writer that is capable of transporting you to a completely different reality, then Murakami is your man. The World of Warcraft, despite its many bugs, has become my new favourite way to kill time. Not that I have much time to kill...but WoW has made me very inventive in this regard : )

My night elf character is sexy. My mission is to get the most revealing armour in the game (something along the lines of a kickass metal bikini...ouch). I must still share more in common with the average adolescant boy, than with women my own age, because I love making my character pole dance in various taverns...and the day I see her riding a giant stripey tiger almost naked...will be the day I feel I've achieved something.

Introduction

After spending so much time writing on the back of my train tickets and filling countless tatty journals (often left haphazzardly on the train by mistake) I have decided to start a blogg.
At this moment in time, I'm not quite sure why. I want to write. I love writing and this will force me to be more regular and less careless.

I also enjoy the idea that I can prattle at will...without interruption...which will give my friends a brief respite.

Here goes