Tags: Rambles
Weekend at Bernie’s
Running Up That Hill (Louis La Roche Remix) – Kate Bush Some things in L.A appear will never change. Not unless I do, anyway. Such as, people calling me by the wrong name over and over. Ever growing list at this stage. The usuals still apply. Merrick. Eric. Omar. Moved on a lot to Merk.READ MORE
Pre-Paradise Prambles…
Man On Fire – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Not sure where my dose of self-diagnosed claustrophobia came from exactly. Maybe from when I was in fifth class in primary school. And for some reason a group of us were put in class with people in sixth class. The Special Ones, as we calledREAD MORE
Sheep. Strawberries. And. Pat.
Chigadaging - Ukulélé Club de Paris “It’s just great that you’re back!” Yeah, mighty! “How was the flight? What did you eat? Have you eaten? What would you like to eat? I have chicken, turkey, ham, steak-” Mum… “Oh right, something healthier? I have salad, salmon, sea bass-” No, Mum… Mum. “We could get something elseREAD MORE
Nip It. Schnip It. Ribbit.
Quite dumb. Since a certain book has been released – like a demented goat into the wild woods of the world – the blogaruu has gotten a fair old amount of attention. Compared to the usual unfair amount. Sometimes, it has gotten more hits in the face, than the population of some countries. Seriously. Well.READ MORE
What? Who? Me?!
Sitting outside McDonalds, at a bus stop, waiting for a cab. No clue where we were, dropped off at some turn off the freeway. Sitting. Waiting. Patiently. Next minute, a police car whips into the curb in front of me. Followed by about four more. Oh Jesus. What’s going on here? Cops jump out ofREAD MORE
The Royal Rambles
Texts. Wonderful little things. If for no other reason than keeping a timeline. Remind you of certain things. Blurry events. Shorter form of the blogaruu to be true. Which my memory would be completely lost without. Unfortunately. If a few days go by. Without blogging on. Particularly when a fair old whack has gone on.READ MORE
