Every damn time.
Have not been able to stop listening to Lustre this week, particulary this song because it’s incredible but also possibly linked to my more positive outlook surviving minimal Valentines day meltdown. In fact I got through it unscathed. Jurassic park!
It also means that I’ve been making howling noises in the flat, sure the new neighbours love it and the fact that thanks to the wolf link I then end up with Shakira’s She Wolf stuck in my head for HOURS.
They’re certainly many things trapped in my closet*
I hope it’s R Kelly.
Right so I usually like to keep a little record of my year and things, this year I’ve put it here, YOU LUCKY PEOPLE. This is probably the wrong place but I struggle to keep one blog so multiple would a) be impossible to maintain and b) too self indulgent even for me. OUTLET FOR MY SOUL. Or rambling shit. Or something.
So yeah, 2011 was a big one. Beginning of the year I lived in my house with my boyfriend in Nottingham and our cat, worked as a support worker in Mansfield, had a routine, was pretty much settled. Now, at the beginning of the next year I work as an Online Assistant for a fashion company, live in Manchester, single but I have TWO CATS. Oh it’s OK, I did have five. True story.
So yeah, big year. Not getting into the nitty gritty but this year has been the first time ever really that I have been alone. Moved out of home at 18 but Uni doesn’t really count, I was lucky enough to always be surrounded by friends and since then I’d been with Luke. It was strange, strange really because on the whole I liked it. Being lonely is not fun but being alone is good. This is a pretty big deal seeing as a couple of years ago I pretty much could not be left alone, immensely liberating. I’ve been to a gig alone, went all the way to Wembley alone for the community shield *shudders a bit* and recently I took myself out to dinner. Went to a restaurant, ordered a meal and some wine, read my book, really enjoyed myself DESPITE the loved up couple canoodling next to me. Bonus points.
Aside from all of this do not think that I am now some loner cat lady (half true) I have had the absolute pleasure of meeting and getting to know some fantastic people in this beautiful city and beyond. Made some brilliant friends and hoping to meet many more. It’s going to be bitchin.
A couple of 2011 highlights (this is getting quite long now) –
City. THERE’S FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING. The best thing about this last year has been the football. I was so lucky to be at Wembley for the final and had a fantastic day and City Square for the Derby. A day that will never be forgotten (well, up until the evening which is hazy at best, permanently blocked from my mind at worst.) How amazing it is to be a City fan at the moment, after so long we are being rewarded by the stuff of dreams. And other stuff, but we’re used to that but yeah MAGICAL THINGS.
Beyonce’s performance at Glasto. Ok I wasn’t there but it really deserves a mention. For the music too, many mock me but her album was one of my favourites of this year. Fits kind of well with my independent woman theme plus I am definitely in love with her. (Other musical highlights include Iron and Wine, St Vincent, The Avett Brothers and although not from seven years ago Cherry Tree has never been too far from my CD player.*
*most selected on my Ipod but that doesn’t work so well.)
Green Man Festival – Bit of a last minute thing with my friend but what a beautiful weekend, amazing weather, beautiful music and the worlds best pies. Highlight being sat at the top of the hill watching Explosions In The Sky, gin and tonic in one hand, the other suitably occupied and just thinking that I had discovered true bliss. Perfection.
All Night Bad Movies Experience – Fantastic trip back to Nottingham an all night screening session – The Room (complete with spoons and football throwing and shouting along), Road House, Samurai Cop and Pieces. All wonderful in their own way. Top company and top films. I have not been to the cinema anywhere near enough this year but after that I simply do not see the point. Best cinematic experience ever.
Seeing the year out with some wonderful friends, excellent food and a massive smile. No idea what this year holds but find that fact very, very exciting.
Just exploring Manchester and getting to know some wonderful people, I will stop now before I start gushing. From my mouth.
This kills me. I know characters in films are largely created to be relate-able to a widespread audience but yeah, I don’t care. I failed to find a clip of my favourite scene “The last time”, with the fight that starts “I kinda sorta wrecked your car”… now that always gets me. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve had that argument. One of the best films ever created.
I think the meaning of life, (well my life anyway certainly) has something to do with bees.
I bloody love bees, well I love honey and honeycomb and things, but not just for this reason. For one – bees fuck flowers. Not just one, they spread that shit everywhere. I imagine a bee doing it’s thing on one flower then moving on to another on the same plant – making the first watch (CROSS POLLINATE THIS, BITCH, or something.) Flowers are (on the whole) beautiful, a lot more so than bees so WELL DONE YOU BEES. *applauds bees*
Bees create so much great comedy. Eddie Izzard’s “Covered in bees” is one of my favourite bits of stand up ever. Then you have Arrested Development, An Idiot Abroad and of course Nicholas Cage’s enigmatic performance in THAT Wicker Man. Oh and the bit in Scrubs when Turk and Elliott go to the honey festival and Turk gets covered in bees (couldn’t find a link.) Brilliant. If it wasn’t so immensely painful I’d say more people should be covered in bees, so I can laugh. Maybe people I’m not too fond of…..
So yeah, bees. I’ve even used “bumblebee” as a safe word before, not that I used it mind.
My only problem with bees is the whole Queen Bee thing. Maybe I can lead a bee revolution, rise up you buzzy comrades. It shall be known as “Bee-terloo” and it shall be glorious.
Oh yeah and what sort of bees make milk…?