That mighty heart has mighty art (galleries)
Oh, here is london
"home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
Oh it will be good to be back albeit briefly tomorrow. Sitting here will make me feel so English and so so alive once again. I'm in such a London mood at the moment what with Desperate Romantics re-watching (Aidan Turner take me now!) and gallery longings....and Sherlock which is just devastatingly romanticising my brain. Plus, separated from the pretty boyface at the moment -maybe I can find him something nice artwork-wise that he might like. (Bloody and involving death no doubt).
ISSUES OF REMARK:
1. Why haven't I listened to Morrissey, as in properly listened to Moz for hours on end for ages? It feels bizarrely like going home to listen to those tones again. No doubt, King of Lyrics.
2. The Sherlock BBC comm is making me stupidly happy. What the freak am I going to do when I don't have internet next Monday? Feckery. I can't spend hours and hours on campus. It's just not the same is it?
3. Yay Sherlock. He's so gah. MAXIMUM CHEEKBONES ftw.
Evidence:
GAH. JUST GAH.
Don't even get me started on his hands and wrists and pallor.
4. Still on a mission to make my new room look more lived in and old and victorianny. Will having a union jack anything offend my flatmates? I mean, none of us are entirely English...and Monk's stuck that bloody huge Wales flag opposite my door, Hm.
Right, as typically, it is time to watch television and yet I have not packed (despite early morning train).
Thus I must dash
Grim xx