It’s fun so far. I’m still just at the first land stage. Think I’m almost at the tribal bit.
It’s scary when giant versions of your creations terrorise your species.
Still, would have been scarier if it was one of my cockmonsters.
I’ve done some illustrations for my poems. I think I’ll make them into a book someday.
The Night draws in, my carriage approaches
a queue of grey, underwhelming coaches.
I stagger on board to find a seat
a place to rest my weary feet.
Ambient sounds; droning, rumbling
muffle the sound of distant mumbling.
The jaundiced haze of cities around.
Darkness above, streetlights abound
their neon hue streaks the skies,
a flourish of amber fire-flies.
Contours of land trace a line,
a graph of distance over time.
The air is hot, cloth clings to flesh
a stifled sigh, a heavy breath.
Bright white eyes pass below,
tired eyes; their movement slow.
Bodies are awkward, sleep wears thin.
My carriage approaches, the day draws in.
ahghgahragghrgargagrhgarhgararargahrgagrgar it was amazing.
Most of you will have read this on other people’s blogs but in case you missed them all, here’s my vague recollections of the weekend.
Highlights (there’s a lot)
- Chris getting to the pub with a smug look on his face and non-chalontly saying “I’ve forgot my bus ticket” before having to rush off to Sinead’s to print another one off.
- Getting breakfast cooked for us by Dave.
- Overloading the car with ridiculous amounts of booze (of which was all consumed) and bread (of which none was even opened)
- Singing Christmas songs full volume in a traffic jam.
- Telling Sophie on the phone we were at the festival whilst still in the traffic jam.
- Coxxinating everyone.
- Whistling along to the samba troupe.
- Having a geordie conversation with Lucy comprised entirely of me saying “wy-aye man”.
- “MHAAAAAAZZZZ ROOOOOCKSSSSS….”
- Tom Milsom, Ed and Dave playing lovely music
- Doing the Macarena to Myles’ metal band.
- Mhazz and Sinead finally making up.
- Making del2006 wear a “johncox88 is my twin” sign.
- Nakedly raving to the Blockheads.
- Tom Milsom and Ginger Chris snogging.
- Hiding from the security staff under a wagon.
- Trips to the swimming pool.
- Abusing the flume.
- Playing tig and stuck in the mud in the pool.
- Scary hairy girl.
- Scary bus lady.
- Tom, Tom and Stephen taping themselves together.
- Sitting in Tom Melsom’s Piss.
- Taking posey pictures of myself on Chris’ camera whilst i was in a portaloo.
- Taking pictures of EVERYTHING and cutting off what I was meant to be photographing.
- Marching the gazebo back to the campsite.
- Singing Journey in the gezebo with Chris.
- Hammocking.
- Sleeping beside tha peepz.
- FINDING UM BONGO IN WAITROSE!!!!
- Planning trock songs with Dave.
- The drunk man threatening to deck our bus driver in Leeds.
Dare I say it, but life is good.
Vancouver was awesome.
Youstage is this weekend.
Made friends with my new flatmates.
(Hoping flatmates in other flat will be nice)
Freshers week soon.
Uni starts back (but i’ll leave it there because maths/friends that have dropped-out is ghey)
drawn from a still from the trailer