Semi-regular-blogging-ahoy!
Avast! For I have seen Pirates 3 and had a loo break in the middle.
I drove home on my own as we had all taken separate cars, sorry Al Gore, and had a mini moment.
Several things all came together; driving slowly in a nice car with full beam vividly highlighting the road ahead with not another vehicle to be seen, driving down a road meant for tractors through some wide open fields with the odd sight and sound of nocturnal animals, a dark cornflower sky with a bright orange and very nearly full moon being slightly obscured by a smattering of horizontal clouds and the feeling that it wasn't too late in the evening. When it was nice just to be. I thought about stopping but that would have ruined it.
The feeling of being content yet slightly unhappy to be alone. The melancholic vibes leaving the speakers and enveloping me, creating an outer feeling echoing what was inside.
A moment, a feeling, that I had a few weeks before whilst working extremely hard behind a bar in a marquee. It came after what felt like, and what most probably was, several hours of work. As the night was drawing to an end and the two thousand or so people very tightly packed in front of the bar were well lubricated, I stood there. It all went quiet for me alone as I realised that I was surrounded by more people than I had been for several months and yet in that moment I felt so very alone.
Despite the droning on, and having not yet seen Pirates 2, I still think Pirates 3 was pretty good for a three hour movie. No orange maids at half time though.
I drove home on my own as we had all taken separate cars, sorry Al Gore, and had a mini moment.
Several things all came together; driving slowly in a nice car with full beam vividly highlighting the road ahead with not another vehicle to be seen, driving down a road meant for tractors through some wide open fields with the odd sight and sound of nocturnal animals, a dark cornflower sky with a bright orange and very nearly full moon being slightly obscured by a smattering of horizontal clouds and the feeling that it wasn't too late in the evening. When it was nice just to be. I thought about stopping but that would have ruined it.
The feeling of being content yet slightly unhappy to be alone. The melancholic vibes leaving the speakers and enveloping me, creating an outer feeling echoing what was inside.
A moment, a feeling, that I had a few weeks before whilst working extremely hard behind a bar in a marquee. It came after what felt like, and what most probably was, several hours of work. As the night was drawing to an end and the two thousand or so people very tightly packed in front of the bar were well lubricated, I stood there. It all went quiet for me alone as I realised that I was surrounded by more people than I had been for several months and yet in that moment I felt so very alone.
Despite the droning on, and having not yet seen Pirates 2, I still think Pirates 3 was pretty good for a three hour movie. No orange maids at half time though.