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I spoke to C yesterday- he called me whilst I was at Nick's.
We were watching a band and he was just about to go on and play but then the call came through.. it was a number I didn't recognise but had the Austrian country code so I had to take it. I missed half of his set because he was only on for about 25 mins- yeh.. don't feel so good about that.
It was just a friendly chat about nothing in particular- how his lessons are going, he really likes teaching the youngest kids and how he's kind of looking forward to the season ending because he's restless. I did have to dash to the bathroom after and swallow down my tears. I didn't cry, but I did get really over emotional later on that night.. When Nick & I were in bed, post-sex my mind wouldnt stop spinning and I had all these images of stabbing myself in the stomach and bleeding to death- it was most weird. Must mention here that I don't self harm at all so no worries there.
Bath is such a beautiful place- minus the building work.
I'm such a Bristol girl but I have really fallen for the bath Charm. The architecture is stunning, great turrets, spires, and magnificent Victorian houses. The shops are great, so quirky and boutiquey but there is a Topshop to satisfy my hunger!
Tomorrow I'm going to watch Jake Shillingford play in Bath. He's playing in Bath & staying with us I think, and Nick's playing acoustic for him. His Mum is coming too, so I have to watch the gig with her. I'm more than a little nervous- but apparently she's one of those cool Mothers that he talks to about everything.. sex, drugs & rock & roll. Not that she approves, but she trusts him & accepts everything. So differnt from my parents.
We're driving back to her house in Glasonbury friday evening and staying there for the weekend.
I've hardly seen any of my Bristol pals- we went to Halo on Sunday and Prom on Tuesday so i have to make the effort tonight - even though i have work until 10 tonight and just want to sleeeeep- and go to Propaganda.
In better news my room is spotless! Mother is buying me some new curtains and hopefully some prints for my wall. I really really really want a print of Byron Bay or Melbourne. There's this look-out point high high up on the outskirts of the city towards Avalon Airport. C took me there in the day, and then again at night. It looks out to the city, high riders.. but it looks magical at night with all the lights.. in the day it looks awesome too because of the smog & like a new world emerging from the clouds..
That and The Eiffel Tower, Kate Moss in her underwear or maybe a Firework display.
One of my (i don't know if you would go as far as calling it this but it works for me!) talents is listening to a piece of music and being able to just sing it back perfectly.. melody if it's classical plus lyrics if there are. It's taken about 3 listenings of Jake Shillingfield's album and I can now sing along. Good..
Really gorgeous acoustic guitar & piano with rather haunting lyrics.
We were watching a band and he was just about to go on and play but then the call came through.. it was a number I didn't recognise but had the Austrian country code so I had to take it. I missed half of his set because he was only on for about 25 mins- yeh.. don't feel so good about that.
It was just a friendly chat about nothing in particular- how his lessons are going, he really likes teaching the youngest kids and how he's kind of looking forward to the season ending because he's restless. I did have to dash to the bathroom after and swallow down my tears. I didn't cry, but I did get really over emotional later on that night.. When Nick & I were in bed, post-sex my mind wouldnt stop spinning and I had all these images of stabbing myself in the stomach and bleeding to death- it was most weird. Must mention here that I don't self harm at all so no worries there.
Bath is such a beautiful place- minus the building work.
I'm such a Bristol girl but I have really fallen for the bath Charm. The architecture is stunning, great turrets, spires, and magnificent Victorian houses. The shops are great, so quirky and boutiquey but there is a Topshop to satisfy my hunger!
Tomorrow I'm going to watch Jake Shillingford play in Bath. He's playing in Bath & staying with us I think, and Nick's playing acoustic for him. His Mum is coming too, so I have to watch the gig with her. I'm more than a little nervous- but apparently she's one of those cool Mothers that he talks to about everything.. sex, drugs & rock & roll. Not that she approves, but she trusts him & accepts everything. So differnt from my parents.
We're driving back to her house in Glasonbury friday evening and staying there for the weekend.
I've hardly seen any of my Bristol pals- we went to Halo on Sunday and Prom on Tuesday so i have to make the effort tonight - even though i have work until 10 tonight and just want to sleeeeep- and go to Propaganda.
In better news my room is spotless! Mother is buying me some new curtains and hopefully some prints for my wall. I really really really want a print of Byron Bay or Melbourne. There's this look-out point high high up on the outskirts of the city towards Avalon Airport. C took me there in the day, and then again at night. It looks out to the city, high riders.. but it looks magical at night with all the lights.. in the day it looks awesome too because of the smog & like a new world emerging from the clouds..
That and The Eiffel Tower, Kate Moss in her underwear or maybe a Firework display.
One of my (i don't know if you would go as far as calling it this but it works for me!) talents is listening to a piece of music and being able to just sing it back perfectly.. melody if it's classical plus lyrics if there are. It's taken about 3 listenings of Jake Shillingfield's album and I can now sing along. Good..
Really gorgeous acoustic guitar & piano with rather haunting lyrics.