note to self: anticipate murphy’s law every.freaking.second.of.the.day. send them tour kids home already and give me back my (now, on hindsight) lovely bunch of non-screaming, non-kicking&punching, non-crass-sounding bunch of regulars. onemoreweek, onemoreweek, onemoreweek. payrise, payrise, payrise. *** quote of the night: “but i don’t want new friends. i like my old ones.”

stranger still will be the discovery that every lump of wet paper contains various faded words pressed into accidental verse; barely visible, but undeniably present. to each reader they will whisper something different, something joyful, something sad, truthful, absurd, hilarious, profound and perfect. no one will be able to explain the strange feeling of w […]

you make me glad. and it is well, it is well.

she asks me why i’ve only just woken up. she thinks i think i deserve a lie in – to commemorate a term’s worth of early risings and hard-pitched efforts. i flick back to the last seven hours of hot tea & movie soundtracks; warm blue blankets & dusty fire-engine-red cars; open greyskies & old men […]