Faves For Friday!
05 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
Things that have made me happy this week:
* Conspiring with my old dad over chili con carne * Blue sparkly wellies that I saw only 10 minutes ago * ‘I miss you and your ridiculous hair’ * Metaphorical Tuna and Abstract Sturgeon * Dainty Ballerina’s Gunpowder Plot entry in Fragments * The fact it’s BONFIRE NIGHT * All the Heinz Bonfire Night – inspired adverts on Absolute Radio this week * The little girl who came in to hug her mum (my favourite barista in Starbucks) and has exactly the same curly red hair * Daily Coffee’s excellent cappuccinos * The Pergamon Museum which has easily the most amazing exhibitions I’ve seen in ages and has made me fall in love with Hellenistic art * The Sansoucci park this time of year * Sign #51 in The Rally to Restore Sanity And/Or Fear (Respect!) * Telling myself this week that I shall not be afraid to be pro-active * Watching The Thing and laughing at 80s fascination with gore * Blackberry Juice, this week’s guest post on The 52 Seductions * The fact I’m going to be back in Bristol in 24 hours and am seeing Alan on Sunday(!!) * Hugh Jackman’s Lipton Iced Tea advert * R.E.D. which had me laughing for over two hours (and stars Helen Mirren. Nuff said) * So You Want To Be A Historian? (American, but made me titter) * My Son Is Gay by Nerdy Apple Bottom & And That’s Ok by Keris Stainton
I’m sure I’ve forgotten to include a few things. But here’s a Youtube snippet of R.E.D. to start your weekend!
Obituary.
03 Nov 2010 Leave a Comment
I didn’t know you all that well, but I think I’m in mourning as if I did. Suicide isn’t the same as regular death. Nor is regular death ‘regular death’ when it’s someone you shared classrooms with, assemblies, a boozy New Year’s Eve. You should be on the mend, at university, playing hockey and taking mad photographs and continuing to excel at all your studies. You saw so little point in yourself because you hadn’t made a difference to the world aged 17. I suppose you’d carried that feeling with you ever since.
Depression makes you blind; so does death. You can’t see for the pitch black. You wouldn’t have seen how you were really going to change the world one day, because you had one of those minds that eventually does. You wouldn’t have seen the person you’d eventually have met, who would have loved you for the rest of your life. You wouldn’t have seen all the places you’d have travelled to, the emotions they would have stirred in you. You didn’t see your friends or your family by your side. You won’t see how many of them will convene together now and celebrate you, and cry together at what a huge, what an unfair loss it’s been.
You’ve been in the dark for a long time. I hope you’ve found light.
