Lawruh in London Town

LAWWRARR in London Town

Finally made it to the big smoke. Spent 4 days on my brothers floor, the luxuries of living out of my smelly pack and sleeping on a pool-bed style excuse for a sleeping mattress are definately things i won't miss. Needless to say, it was only 4 days, and i have nothing much to complain about. Fell upon a great house in Camden Town, 2 minutes off High st with all the comforts of home, feel very lucky. Great people, great lifestyle choices on their behalf which will only work in my favour. Lets just say the green man comes a knockin'...

Had a very nice week-and-a-half filled with plenty a pint and good company, met some great people (others-not so great) and got to explore and experience alot of what i've always wanted. Abbey Road was a big highlight, a BIG dream of mine to take that photo.. and i did it. Actually, its up there with one of the funniest things i have ever seen, the lengths that people go to for that exact same shot. Everyone has so much fun, trying to run across in the midst of actual residents on the st, or other people just actually wanting to use the crossing. Spencer ran out into the middle of road to take our shot, but i was buckled over in laughter and didnt really capture the moment quite as i'd planned/dreamt about. all the same i still stood there, which was pretty incredible. I confessed my love on the wall, and was entertained by other tourists for quite some time.

Went to Chicago the stage production. LOVE LOVE LOVED IT. Everything is so much better here, the theatre was so old and informal, felt like a secret show or something. Singing and dancing was so good, verrry classy. Its almost as much to go to the theatre as it is to go to the movies, so ill definately be seeing more. WICKED is next... ohhh babyyyy!

Spent alot of time & money in different bars and pubs around Soho, and Camden town, lots of cool places that make you feel less cool every time you step in them. Its time to settle down and get a job- hopefully!!!!

Loving the transport, the beer, the excitement, the holidaying, the freedom, the history, Camden Town, Soho, The markets, two pound subs, the SHOES, the value for money (after figuring out australian exchange- in the sense of clothes and shoes but not much else), so much going on.

Loathing the weather, HSBC BANK AND ALL INVOLVED IN IT, money, missing people at home, exchange rate, people leaving, english coffee, people shoving papers in my face outside tube stations.

Time.

Wednesday night saw The Three Muskerteers reunite after months of clashing schedules, poor communication and a complete and utter mess of priorites. 

Confining Matt, Kris and I in the same vicinity for more than an hour feels extremely weird to call an effort, seeing as there was a time when it was difficult to keep us apart. What happened? 

Time happened. 

When we were all in the same place, it made sense that every waking moment would be spend in each others company, waiting for each others company, or texting/calling/facebooking/msn-ing about the next time we would be in each others company. Was this pleasant attachment due to the fact that we really had nothing else going on in our own lives? Is it only now that we do lead somewhat seperate lives and have things of greater importance going on than finding the best breakfast deal in Sydney, that it feels 'weirdly odd' when we do see each other, rather than when we don't? I believe this 'same place' we were all in at that time was Limbo. Maybe we were all waiting for life to start happening, and so found comfort in like- minded people who were also standing still. I don't know, it just got me thinking about how good it was to finally feel like we can put busy personal lives aside to laugh, enjoy beer and pizza and commentate the Biggest Loser for a while. It felt cool to look back on that time when all that mattered was what time the 355 was coming to take Kris and I to Bondi Junction, and know that although the circumstances have changed, there still is, and always will be - for me - room for kicking back every once in a while and appreciating old company in a new, nice way. 

I LOVE US.

Billy

This is Billy. he's my new mate whilst my boss is away, i play doggy sitter. i thought this was mega cute, he just rests on my leg everytime im on the computer. hes very romantic.  

my night in the arms of chris martin.

(..musical arms?..)

so, ive been thinking about what to write to express the greatness of the coldplay viva la vida tour concert at acer acrena that i was apart of on March 12th, but there is just no way i can. truly INCREDIBLE. 

for all those who dont like coldplay, never gave them a chance because theyre too generic or mainstream, GET OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE. who gives a shit how they made it, by following the charts and the pop scene they only reached a wider audience and helped everyone appreciate GOOD MUSIC. All the effects, the lighting, the projection and the raw energy of the entire band and audience made the night one of the best nights of my entire life. since i got home all i can do is watch dodgy videos i filmed myself or just as good home made videos from people who also went, where the audio is drowned out by surrounding concert go-ers belting out the lyrics at the top of their lungs. i CANNOT wait, and will not rest easy until that dvd is brought out so i can revisit those moments for as long as the dvd will hold up. 

highlights are as follows:

Yellow- where the big yellow balloons covered the stadium, and the whole crowd sings the final lines of the song in which chris turns it into your the voice by john farnam (only to fuck up the line 'we're not gunna live in fear' -he said 'walk' in fear, whoopsiesss.. we dont talk about that..)

Fix You- the big blue light with the live feed of him on the back screen.. everyone singing their guts out. then the mirror ball flickering lights on the standing crowd for the final bridge 'tears streammm dowwn your faceeeee" bit... AHH. heaven.

God Put a smile upon my face- funked up remix with them standing out on the very right wing underneath a lit up floor turning into 'talk' the rest of the stadium in complete darkness.

Politik- absolutely belting out the sound, the loudest song ever, with the gigantic strobes all over the entire crowd.

Strawberry swing- the big balls hanging from the ceiling pictured shots of the globe from space in red, and then swirling them around so they looked like warped strawberrys with the whole stage lit up in different shades of red. 'now the skyyy could be blue, i dont mind, without you its a waste of time..'

Green eyes- when they did a half lap of the arena on foot to reach a pop-up stage in the middle of the back of the crowd.

42- the live feed behind him on the screen was amazing to see. all lit up black and white n surrounded by the stages pink lights. its such a great song. just him and the piano at the beginning is heaven.

Glass of water-  great effects on this one. the balls spinning above him with all the dim blue lighting and this is the first one he played off the EP and its also a fave. 'tell me how full or empty is your glass...'

When and if i get to europe in time ill be definately catching another show. in fact, i could quite easily follow them show by show just to feel like i did that night time and time again, for as long as it could possibly last. If i could pick one moment to feel for the rest of my life, it would be that. AHHHHHHHHHHH. take me back. i love you chris martin. thankyou.

Tuesday 24th Feburary 2009

I love it when friends come through for you.

i had the best day hywel. 

its cool to think when i woke up that morning i had no idea i'd get to spend a whole day cruising round the big city with an old friend. it was such a nice thought to surprise me, and want to spend a whole day just hanging out like old times. i miss that so much.

its not often that anyone takes the time out of their own lives to do something for their own, or someone else's enjoyment. its been a while since anyone has done that for me. im very thankful to have someone like you hywelly, your such a bright light in my life and ill always have a super high regard for you.

loverrrrrrrr youuuuuuu my little bart. 

xoxo

"You are not Yr Job"

After a 9 hr night shift in the bar and an endless drinking session to follow until the wee hours of the morning, the last thing i ever felt like doing was waking to the alarm which meant i had to get up and work, again. The only thing worse than a job you hate, is waking up at 7am to a job you hate. You're so tired not even a last minute shower helps, so hungover you can still taste beer and the 'morning' headache hasn't even hit you yet, and so over working at a shitbox cafe for $12 an hr that so many times you come close to turning back around and crawling into bed. That was me back in the day when i did 45 hr weekends.

Now on the rare occasion that i do have to rise early to work, i still take the same route just so i can pass this little ray of sunshine on my shithouse morning.

Thankyou.

kĭr'ĭbăs'

"I still believe in paradise. But now, at least i know it's not some place you can look for, 'cause it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're apart of something, and if you find that moment.. it lasts forever..."- The Beach. 

i miss you everyday.

The Beginning

Howdy,

My first Blog. 

I have always planned to start a blog once i jetsetted across the other side of the world, mainly to avoid sending multiple emails to the loved ones i leave behind. 

Figured i could start earlier, as this crazy blogging epidemic excites me a little.

until something vaguely interesting happens to me,

Lawwrar.