222 Words.

I think it’s better to say something stupid in the spur of the moment and not regret saying it than to not say anything and feel stupid because of it. Does that make sense?

If he likes post-punk as much as he likes posting letters, you’re onto a winner.

I don’t give a shit if you can talk the talk as long as you can walk the walk. With me.

Top Tip. If you’re one of those rude people who sit down on the aisle seat of the bus with your bag on the
seat next to you, clearly indicating that you don’t want anyone sitting there, I will make a point of sitting right next to you.

Bus aisle sitters with seat baggage, get some manners!

Once you cross that line, you cannot go back. So cherish what you have and don’t always want more.

Once you cross that line, you might discover that that’s what you always wanted.

Life is a fine balancing act.

Like my mum says (and this is a terrible German-to-English translation) – a sparrow in your hand is better than a dove on your roof.

I think I’m too impatient for the ‘Long Game’. I think I’m more into the ‘Life’s-Too-Short-Game’.

This I couldn’t say it any better.

I love you and I hope you’re happy. 

What's My Type Again?

Oh boy, I just realised that my last THREE posts have been about music and not boys, what is the world coming to? Damn. But fear not my dearest readers, I’m back with a post about ‘types’ and why they don’t actually work. At least not for me and not in real life.

 

My type? Short story. I always have the same type. Skinny, pale, shy, introvert, slightly ill-looking, music-obsessed, arty indie boy, who probably suffers from Aspergers Syndrome and who I most probably (actually 100%) scare the shit out of with my loud mouth and loud personality.

But hey what can you do, eh? We all try and we all fail. But then I had an epiphany. Well sort of. My type is the most incompatible type of guy for me. My type is the exact opposite of me. I mean maybe it’s a protection mechanism but ultimately my ‘type’ also seems to be my most unsuitable type. I always fancy the kind of guy who least fancies me. Then I thought, is it the challenge, is it the rejection? But maybe it’s neither of them; maybe it just means that I should judge less on first looks and more on second thoughts. Sorry, cheesy sentence alert!

Anyway, I digress, what this post is supposed to be about is the realisation that types are superficial bullshit and that in reality anybody who’s got a face and a personality can become my type. It’s about who you can have a laugh with and who you can tell all your boring life stories to whilst feeling comfortable rather than who makes you so nervous that can only sneakily look at them and blush straight away when they catch you.

Instant attraction is easy, it’s like a thunderstorm, but a thunderstorm brings with it a lot of tension and force. Real feelings grow out of understanding all the little flaws, which takes time and effort, but rewards with trust and ultimately trust is more important than ‘type’. Word.

Flashguns - Passions of a Different Kind

Quite liking Flashguns at the moment. First fell in love with them when I heard debut single ‘Locarno’ which was equally tender and abrasive, bit Maccabees, bit marching band. Then came ‘Bells at Midnight’, which is a bona-fide indie hit and confirmed my belief that Flashguns have a knack for major melodies. 

Now the Brighton boys are finally releasing their full-length debut 'Passions Of A Different Kind' and the eponymous single is another euphoric pow-wow of big choruses and bigger chords. Not sure what to make of the video yet, but let’s sincerely hope singer Sam Felix Johnston’s passion is more than camping with the boys and walking the dog.

Anyway, Flashguns's debut is out on the 17^th October through Rough Trade. Enjoy!

P.S. Thanks to Ollie from TopButton Digital for sending me the album. Good stuff!

Waters - Out In The Light

After the demise of Port O’Brien last year, Van Pierszalowski moved to Oslo, Norway, before spending time visiting Alaska, California, and New York. Then he came up with WATERS. Good on him. Scruffy, rambunctious, catchy, loud, fragile, honest, playful, energetic and simply brilliant, his debut ‘Out In The Light’ already is one of my top albums of 2011. And we all know that I love making album lists. 

WATERS - Out In The Light ALBUM PROMO from WATERS on Vimeo.


Literally love every single song on the album, which you can stream here and I can highly recommend it! Boom.

Happy Songs.

Basically, on a day with a hangover from hell, this stuff guarantees to get me into happy zone. Enjoy (my terrible music taste).

Johnny Cash's To-Do-List

I believe Johnny Cash's To-Do-List tells you everything you need to know about men. Love especially 2. and 3. as well as 8. 

Art and Stuff.

Mathew Sawyer has got an exhibition going on at Rokeby Gallery. He's one talented dude. You can read about the show here, too.

Music Post

Some of this shit blows my mind right now.

Waters. Fucking love this. Boomtown. Come and see them on the 13^th September here. 

Massively hyped show, check this. 

  WATERS - For The One by cityslang

  

I know I am too late on this. I don’t care.

Port O'Brien – My Will Is Good

This is fresh. Best tune on the album.

Lil Wayne – Blunt Blowin

This is still one of the best. Like ever.

Yeasayer – O.N.E

The J-Word

Tavi wrote this thing for Rookie magazine and it's good. Read it.  

138 Words

It’s not about who you wanna spend Friday night with, it’s about who you wanna spend all day Saturday with.

If you’re really looking for strange experiences in life, go to Tesco on Old Kent Road. Trust me. 

Life is a fine balancing act between impatient impulses and knowing better. Impatient impulses make life interesting though.

If real men don’t cry, then real women don’t get their period. You get me?

If you are okay with being a man who cries, check this out.

It’s the smallest gestures that are going to make the biggest difference.

The older we get the more careful we are about whom to let into our strange little universe. Surrounding yourself with people you like will make you like yourself more.

Liking people is the new black. Only good people though.

C.S. Lewis

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to be sure of keeping your heart intact you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safely in the casket of your selfishness. And in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will not change, it will not be broken. It will become unbreakable, impenetrable and irredeemable. The only place outside of heaven where you can be perfectly safe from the dangers of love is hell.

C.S. Lewis  

Fashion Fix #44 Atelier Mayer

If I had a spare £ 125.097 I'd totes buy stuff from Atelier Mayer and their amazing vintage collection. 

Crush of the Week - Michael Cera

After my last bitter post, I have to go the exact opposite direction and write something loving and positive. That’s just how I roll, so crush of the week is returning right now. Woooo!

Michael Cera. What can I say - we all know I love nerds. I adore nerds and Michael is one. He’s smart, he’s geekily funny, he’s awkward, he’s cute. I love Michael Cera and I love him even more after I’ve watched ‘Paper Heart’. 

Here’s why Michael Cera rules:

He’s not been in a shit movie…like EVER...well maybe except for ‘Youth in Revolt’.

He’s not your typical Hollywood screw up, but just some dude from Toronto.

He’s got great taste in music. 

Awkward in a melt-my-heart way. 

Babyface and rucksack love. 

Paper Heart. Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. Juno. Arrested Development.

Do I need to say more?

Love you Michael! Nice sofa, too.

Boys are stupid.

Right, blog lovers – the time has come for another moany angry post about boys. Boys are stupid. There I said it. Why are boys stupid? Because they never do the right thing, say the right thing or act the right way. And it really isn’t that hard to do the right thing. Be a gentleman, don’t only think with your dick, wash every now and then, get off the fucking X-box and don’t be callous. SIMPLES. I am not expecting flowers and a call every minute of the day, I am just expecting some sort of decency and appreciation that I chose to spend my time with you. Easy.

Anyway, I was now gonna go into a massively long list of what boys should and shouldn’t do, but seeing that boys are stupid, that makes no sense. So instead this one is for the ladies. It’s a little help to filter the good from the bad, the decent from the fuck-ups cause before you get emotionally attached, you wanna make sure they are at least 75% worth it. It’s a first date checklist. And this time it's not about whether he likes chicken or not.

If you’re getting something important off your chest and he’s yawning (and not even covering his mouth whilst doing so) get up and go. Not worth it. And no manners.

When he buys you a cupcake on the first date and wipes off the cream on top of your lip, which you didn’t notice, he’s a keeper. If you have to buy yourself a cupcake, he ain’t.

If he’s not a good friend in the first place – you don’t want to go out with him. Passion goes, friendship stays.

If he knows you like him and then goes on to kiss your friend, you need to get rid of him. Once shady, always shady and sadly not in a sexy Eminem way.

And finally, guys, don’t bullshit girls. We might come across all naïve and understanding, but to see through some facetious bullshit, really isn’t that hard.  

Fashion Fix #43 Mark Adlington

This Fashion Fix has been compiled by my part-time boyfriend / super guru / general Londonist and full time poet Mark Adlington. Oh and he also takes fantastic photos. This is what gets him going fashion-wise.