Showing posts with label friendly fires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendly fires. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

I find it quite sickening that the only reason my mood has improved is because I just killed something.

So I've been reading up on all of these Doctor Who theories.

According to IMDB Catrin Stewart is returning as The Doctor’s Daughter, Jenny (possible replacement of Georgia Moffet) and there’s also theories that the little girl who regenerates is Lucy Saxon, as there’s a link on IMDB which poses Sydney Wade as playing Lucy Cole which is Lucy Saxon’s maiden name.

I love the idea of Jenny returning, I think that would be brilliant. I could even see her having her own spin off to be honest, documenting her own adventures in her little escape pod.

I also love the idea of Lucy Saxon returning. The theory is that the reason The Master was so attracted to that particular human and visa versa is because she is under the influence of a perception filter.

But there are so so so so many flaws in these theories, you have no idea. So I highly doubt any of them will be coming true anytime soon. I guess it's just that part of me which is so desperate to see John Simm on my screen again.

Speaking of screen, I can officially say that it's THE APPRENTICE today! Man, I love that show.

Oh and what else, yes, I've just streamed the new Friendly Fires album and I think that missing out on that gig could of been a blessing in disguise. Their new stuff is quite disappointing to be honest, and I don't think it would of sustained me for a whole show.

This being said, I have only listened to it once and who knows, I might end up loving it completely in a few listens time.

For now though, au revoir

Sunday, 17 October 2010

"Ugly in every language."

I feel slightly embarrassed, awkward, humble, disappointed and every other synonym for the word humilated.

This is generally because of the fact that I only speak English.
Despite my narrow minded, but nonetheless realistic opinion that unless I go to a desolate village in Africa, the majority of civilised (by which I don't mean pompous, I just mean developed) countries will more times than not of learnt my first language: English, so why really learn another language? It looks good on a CV, and yes I suppose if I want to broaden my chance of living in Europe than it could be quite useful.

But narrowing this down....

  1. At this present moment, I have no desire to work in the Fashion industry. Therefore I won't be considering the option of moving to Paris or Milan for either education and/or work related motives. So that's that hurdle out of the way.


  2. As crazy as it sounds, these girls have a point. 'I can't speak French, so I let the funky music do the talking'. Oh so true as far as I'm concerned. If ever I was in France, it would be the dancefloor that would be our language.
  3. If I was going to live in another country, it would be America, furthermore 'New York, New York'.
  4. But having said that, I'm more likely to live in London.
  5. If I'm a musician in later life, my lyrics in my language will be doing the talking, and I'd want them to be respected for the dialect they're in and nothing more.
  6. I'm stubborn, and don't see the point. Shoot me bitches.

All this being said, I'd love to go to Paris with you Ed. So for your sake, mabye one day I'll take the time out to learn the language of love for your benefit...

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Camp Bestival earlier this year was a moment to remember..







It was generally worth remembering because I got the chance to meet the most beautiful man in the world. I'll hold onto these pictures forever. I'm no stalker.