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Someone’s Jumpy.

Last night I was determined to finish reading 1Q84, so I skimmed it. I hate doing that, but I reeeeeally wanted to know what happened, and who the Little People were and if Aomame and Tengo ever met. So I did, and no good came of it. The book ended and I was no closer to understanding what was going on.

It left me with a sense of fear of the world around me, a feeling that you never know who’s out there, waiting for you. I knew I had some work to finish off, but I didn’t do it. I felt the pressing need to get the last installment urgently.

So I pulled on my coat, grabbed my key and phone and went downstairs. As soon as I got outside, I felt the refreshing cool air and was glad that I’d left the house- I hadn’t realised how warm it was in there. Quickly unlocking my bike, I wheeled it out from the tangled mess of bike metal, flicked the lights on and began to ride.

It was very dark out, even though it was just half past seven. The street lamps were on but they gave the road a deserted and ominous atmosphere. They weren’t bright, so large shadows were cast on the bushes behind, creating a deep, dark black space.

I cycled as fast as I could along the deserted street, past the creepy Historical building, the Theatre, the Music Hall and round the corner to the centre of the Village. The centre is never lit, but behind it lies a large Museum which has street lamps attached to the sides giving off an eerie glow. As I cycled as fast as I could through the cold, I saw it. A silhouetted figure sprinting, but faster than I’d ever thought possible. I was sure they were male, but he was small and his legs moved with incredible speed in the direction I was travelling, his head turned in my direction. I swerved round and raced to the library entrance, jumping off and not even bothering to lock up my bike. It felt as though there was something sinister out there, waiting for me.

I shoved open the heavy oak doors and there infront of me was a huge figure, shrouded in darkness. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so loudly in my life. The lights slowly flickered on. A man stood in front of me looking very emebarrassed.

‘Err sorry- didn’t mean to scare you,’ He said, before shuffling off.

I don’t think my heart’s been the same since.

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Posted by on November 28, 2011 in Stuff That Happens


Photo Competition

I entered the photographic competition last week. The idea was to take a photograph of something which had a word or a symbol in it. So I went out with my friend Andy to Oxford Street and then on to the Winter Wonderland at Hyde park. It was freezing cold that night and we could see our breath and the tips of my fingers turned red. He took my small camera, and I used my playbook. These are my favourite three images:

I entered the last one, and didn’t win. Everyone told me not to enter it, but there was something I really liked. I think it was th group of people caught in the shot, with the hearts hanging down over their heads, and couples lining up to buy things. I liked the Santa over their heads with his sleigh and the lights just below him. I suppose I like it most because it reminds me of what a good day I had, and it actually meant something to me.

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Posted by on November 25, 2011 in Stuff That Happens


Failing Already..

I’ve had writer’s block.

I know it’s ridiculous, but the whole point of this is to get me writing at least something once a day – and I fully intend to do so. This weekend was busy, and I couldn’t get to a computer at all, so it hasn’t been my fault. Then I got bogged down with work etc. so i couldn’t write. But now I’ve done everything I need to do (except the washing) and there really is no excuse not to write.

Hang on, let me just go do the washing.

Ok, so with all of my washing out of the way, there really is no excuse. But I still can’t find anything I want to write about.

I mean, I could tell you all about the weather and how we’ve suddenly made that transition from early autumn to deepest winter in one night, complete with dense, wet fog and ear freezing temperatures.Or I could tell you about how I’ve started the guitar, and can now play – G7, D7, D major, A major, G major, E minor, A minor and C major. Pete and I had a real bonding session overe the guitar over the weekend. He bought me a new string (D) AND gave me one of his books. Or that I just had pilates and my activity regime along with fruit is making me feel good.

But nothing seems interesting to me.

SO I’m just going to go with what I know. I can’t remember if I mentioned it, but I want to be a writer along with a photographer or a film maker. And I think one of the traits you need most to be able to do any of those things is (gag) ‘passion’. I suppose I have it for all three of those things. I’m at my happiest when I’m doing them. Not now obviously- I’m really not a fan of personal blogging/vlogging. I have a zillion stories on my old computer, but only four here. SO as part of my next post, I’m going to put the start of one of them here. I’m going to edit it and make it better, but that’s what I’m going to do. Just as an important note, I have never shared any of these with anyone, and they are not for judging. These were purely for fun, so putting them up here is a big thing for me.

Anyway, this failure of a blog post is finished.

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Posted by on November 23, 2011 in Stuff That Happens, Uncategorized



So a few weeks ago I went to the library to return a book (which I hadn’t read, but it was overdue by a month) and I thought

‘I want to actually read a book this time. All I do is spend time online. I really think it’s time I just sat down and relaxed the old fashioned way.’

So I searched for a book and pretty quickly I came across ‘1Q84’ by Haruki Murakami. I’d never heard of the author before, but the book was new and looked good from the cover, so without reading the blurb, I signed it out.

Reading the first few chapters was easy. I totally got into it. The whole feel of the book is slightly surreal, and you can understand the characters (to an extent), but the whole book has a dark undertone to it. I’m not saying that ‘s a bad thing- I love it, it’s one of the best books I’ve read in a long time (I’m just moving on to book 2).

But today I had a marathon read. When I started, I’d read two chapters at a time, but today I wanted to get through it some more. And as I read, I was more and more absorbed into this neat and clean style of writing.

And then I reached the end of book 1. To me, there was no ending and the book should have just gone on, but I had enjoyed my self. And then..


I sat there. Realizing.

All the characters have lives. Lives that they live. But they are empty. They’re missing happiness or severe emotion. They don’t go out for a laugh with their friends. They don’t ever sit down and watch tv or have a hug with their closest relative. They don’t joke about with anyone at work and they don’t go out to eat or shopping purely to have a good time. Their lives are empty.

And I realised – So is mine.

I’ve been feeling it for a while now. Not an emptyness as such, but as if I’m just waiting for something to happen. My life passes me by as I eat, sleep and work. Surf the net. Make awkward conversation with my ‘friends’.

I put my iPod on shuffle and listened to the first song that came up. Ironically it was  ‘Feel’ by Robbie Williams (NO idea why that’s on there). I looked around my room at my possessions and it felt like they’d all suddenly turned a shade of grey. They had no meaning. What was the point? Why was I even studying? So I could get a job. Why? So I could live in comfort. Why? What’s the point when it will always feel empty. Kind of like something is missing. I stared at my clothes and thought of how much I hate them.

After turning my speakers on full volume with Robbie singing, ‘I don’t wanna die, but I aint too keen on living either..’  I sat down in the middle of the floor and started screaming.

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Posted by on November 17, 2011 in Stuff That Happens


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Burglar in the Night

I was asleep, dreaming of..I can’t remember now, but it was a good one. Unfortunately I’m a very light sleeper. A creak of a floor board or a softly spoken voice can wake me up instantly, but that night was anything but quiet.

At first I thought it was the rain pounding on my window. My mind was still a bit hazy so I wasn’t very quick on the uptake. I started to relax again when the noise stopped completely before starting again. I lay completely motionless I’d become gripped by the idea that a bat was flying about making a loud rustling noise. In a few seconds, I’d come to the conclusion that turning on the light would only cause it to fly away, so I shot my hand out of the duvet and switched it on.

There was nothing there, but the noise stopped again briefly before continuing quietly. I suddenly realised it was coming from under my sink. I kept non perishable foods in there pasta and noodles and washing powder. And then I realised. Something must have come from through the gap between the wall and the wooden panel of the cupboard. A frightening thought crossed my mind. It could be a rat.

But then logic kicked in. I’m in the country, it’s unlikely rats are going to be running about when there are huge cities to conquer. And the gap in the cupboard is tiny – the size of a £1 coin. It was probably a mouse. Eating my noodles. At four in the morning.


Posted by on November 15, 2011 in Stuff That Happens


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