Thursday, July 31, 2008

Never enough time

I don't know if anyone else seems to have the same problem but I always find there's never enough time to sit down and do the the things I really enjoy. The days always seem to be filled with work, making sure my flat doesn't look like a complete shit hole (the boy has an allergic reaction to doing the dishes bless him) and catching up with friends over usually too many drinks.
I've always loved painting and thought I would be an amazing artist one day, but life seems to have gotten in the way and I never seem to find those precious few hours that I had plenty of in my teens that allowed me to draw and paint to my hearts content. I've been working on this sucker for what seems like ages...before Christmas I think, and I still haven't managed to get around to finishing it.
I dunno, maybe I make excuses because I'm afraid I'm just not good enough to be successful at the one thing I always dreamt of being. Fear is a very sad thing...

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Olympics 2012 : That amazing logo...

Well it made me smile, along with a little eye rolling...

Photo:Wooster Collective

The Presets : New Video "Talk Like That"

I love The Presets. The more I listen to them the better they get.

Talk Like That

I saw them at Benicassim last year and they blew me away. So with their new album Apocalypso I can't wait to see them again at the Get Loaded festival and dance around as manically as the girl in the video.

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Story Goes...

I was 17, still living in the south of Spain and it was the end of possibly the best summer of my teens. I was on the verge of falling in love (it was the first time I had really liked a boy and felt that he really liked me back) but due to being kicked out of boarding school for mainly drinking and smoking my parents decided to move the whole family back to England. I cried so hard.

We drove to Barcelona and then took the train from there to France. I remember my mum cracking open a bottle of wine before the train had even left and because they had that European laid back attitude to letting their kids drink alcohol, it wasn't long before I was feeling pleasantly numbed and falling asleep to Stone Temple Pilots on my CD walkman in the fold out top bunk above the merry heads of my parents.

I don't even remember where we ended up in France, but we got back in the car once the train journey was over and preceded to travel through the picturesque French countryside with my dad at the wheel. Stopping at several country hotels on the way, I don't remember how many days it took.

I do remember that driving along a road in what seemed like the best middle of nowhere, our car broke down and when my dad lifted the bonnet to see what was wrong, he called me over to show me a dead but perfectly formed butterfly that had gotten trapped near the engine. Maybe being able to hold something so fragile and beautiful in my hands and have it unable to escape from me made me want to keep it. So I put in an old matchbox found in the bottom of my rucksack and decided I would keep it to remind me of the amazing summer and boy of my dreams that I had left behind.

When we finally arrived at our London flat, I wrapped the matchbox in glittery paper and stickers and every now and then, I would open it to hold and look at my perfect butterfly. I guess as the years went by, that summer became less important as I found new and exciting things to keep me entertained in the big city and I looked at my butterfly less and less. Till one day I found the matchbox in a drawer beside my bed and to my utter disappointment found that it was empty. My beautiful butterfly had been in there such a long time it had eventually turned to dust and disappeared and I hadn't even noticed.

Surprisingly I could probably use this little memory as a metaphor for many things that have happened in my life, but as the title for my blog, I suppose this is a place to keep memories and thoughts that if only kept inside my head will end up disappearing and turning into nothing...just like butterflies in matchboxes.

*EDIT* Ok after all that I wasn't convinced about the title. It will change loads but hopefully I'll settle on one eventually. Trial and error...