raison d'etre
Date: Mon, 6 Dec 1999
From: "danny schofield" eagle_ass@yahoo.com
Subject: "Top Secret"
Message:
This Is Baby Bird To Nest Come In Nest
OVER.
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My first ever email. Way back in the days when I was still a cheshunt "green blazer". Back when being a "green blazer" was still cool. Back then we never ate too much sugar or salt or had preservatives in our food that gave us chronic ADD and left us beating up indian kids for wanting to play on a tennis court, because we're too high on drugs and then ending up in prison for 12 months... Which is probably too short as said indian kid went into a coma and woke up blind.
So I went on a bit of a whirlwind tour this morning. Feeling slightly nostalgic after this weekend. I'll come back to that later though. Here are some highlights.
"hmmmm...well about that smelly uranus thing ....SHUT THE FUDGE UP what you talking about leigh? what the freakinghell is that suppose to mean? It could mean one of two things 1. the planet uranus is smelly 2. go smell your anus.
Oh it doesnt matter what the hell it means." - From Daniel (26/9/2000)
"Now here is the question....Are you the Jedi I seek?"- Some guy called Manea who I never emailed back (25/4/2001)
"Read ur poem, just to say not the best I've ever read in my life. Actually no its one of the worst, I thought you were more creative, oh well."- First email from Lauren (16/9/2002)
Anyway I was talking about nostalgia. Sparked off by three things really.
No. 1: Finally going out to a pub with friends... Old friends. Daniel, Jim, Danny, Emma etc. The atmosphere was just like the old days before it was torn apart by internal corruptions. Think Animatrix, The Second Renaissance Pt 1- "Humanty's so-called civil societies soon feel victim to vanity and corruption". It was that kind of thing. But those demons were banished saturday... Probably because alcohol was present.
No. 2: I had an argument with my ex-girlfriend Lauren. I'm not going to go into it but it did bring up a lot of the bad, bad feelings that come part and parcel with break ups.
No. 3: People remembered that I have a slight resmblance to Malcolm In The Middle. I thought I'd left those sort of back in the days when I worked for River Island. I need to find my glasses...
So saturday had it's ups and downs but I guess it's important these things happen. My dad would call it "character building". However it did mean that it added another day to several days of heavy drinking. The last time I drunk that much was when I split up with Vicki... or was it when I found out she was marrying a sqauddie..? Or was it when I split up with Lauren (my first hangover)...? Life is obviously too complicated. My brain has been feeling much confusion recently and I did get the feeling that I've been "drifting into the arena of the unwell"... and thus started my Witnail And I Oddyssey.
Out of the blue I decided to pack off to Cumbria and take Jimi Hendrix with me.
[note these aren't my photos because I forgot my bastard camera]
View from High Stile- the second peak on my hike (the first being Red Pike and the last being... some mountainy name). In the valley below you can see Buttermere and Crummock Water where I was pitched.
The thing I love most about being in Cumbria is there is no noise. No traffic rumbling in distance, no airline flight paths... The only noise you hear is the occasional birdsong and the sound of these smelly things. There must be a million of these things out there.
The trip ended perfectly with a fly past by the USAF.
"I do not know of any tract of country, in which, in so narrow a
compass, may be found an equal variety in the influences of light and
shadow upon the sublime and beautiful."
- William Wordsworth
I tend to agree.
But I'm back now. I've got to make some phonecalls. I've got to write Sophia's letter. And open a new back account. And figure out what all this UCAS trash on my desk is.
Sigh... I want to move to cumbria. They've got stars.
From: "danny schofield" eagle_ass@yahoo.com
Subject: "Top Secret"
Message:
This Is Baby Bird To Nest Come In Nest
OVER.
---------------------------------------------------------------
My first ever email. Way back in the days when I was still a cheshunt "green blazer". Back when being a "green blazer" was still cool. Back then we never ate too much sugar or salt or had preservatives in our food that gave us chronic ADD and left us beating up indian kids for wanting to play on a tennis court, because we're too high on drugs and then ending up in prison for 12 months... Which is probably too short as said indian kid went into a coma and woke up blind.
So I went on a bit of a whirlwind tour this morning. Feeling slightly nostalgic after this weekend. I'll come back to that later though. Here are some highlights.
"hmmmm...well about that smelly uranus thing ....SHUT THE FUDGE UP what you talking about leigh? what the freakinghell is that suppose to mean? It could mean one of two things 1. the planet uranus is smelly 2. go smell your anus.
Oh it doesnt matter what the hell it means." - From Daniel (26/9/2000)
"Now here is the question....Are you the Jedi I seek?"- Some guy called Manea who I never emailed back (25/4/2001)
"Read ur poem, just to say not the best I've ever read in my life. Actually no its one of the worst, I thought you were more creative, oh well."- First email from Lauren (16/9/2002)
Anyway I was talking about nostalgia. Sparked off by three things really.
No. 1: Finally going out to a pub with friends... Old friends. Daniel, Jim, Danny, Emma etc. The atmosphere was just like the old days before it was torn apart by internal corruptions. Think Animatrix, The Second Renaissance Pt 1- "Humanty's so-called civil societies soon feel victim to vanity and corruption". It was that kind of thing. But those demons were banished saturday... Probably because alcohol was present.
No. 2: I had an argument with my ex-girlfriend Lauren. I'm not going to go into it but it did bring up a lot of the bad, bad feelings that come part and parcel with break ups.
No. 3: People remembered that I have a slight resmblance to Malcolm In The Middle. I thought I'd left those sort of back in the days when I worked for River Island. I need to find my glasses...
So saturday had it's ups and downs but I guess it's important these things happen. My dad would call it "character building". However it did mean that it added another day to several days of heavy drinking. The last time I drunk that much was when I split up with Vicki... or was it when I found out she was marrying a sqauddie..? Or was it when I split up with Lauren (my first hangover)...? Life is obviously too complicated. My brain has been feeling much confusion recently and I did get the feeling that I've been "drifting into the arena of the unwell"... and thus started my Witnail And I Oddyssey.
Out of the blue I decided to pack off to Cumbria and take Jimi Hendrix with me.
[note these aren't my photos because I forgot my bastard camera]
View from High Stile- the second peak on my hike (the first being Red Pike and the last being... some mountainy name). In the valley below you can see Buttermere and Crummock Water where I was pitched.
The thing I love most about being in Cumbria is there is no noise. No traffic rumbling in distance, no airline flight paths... The only noise you hear is the occasional birdsong and the sound of these smelly things. There must be a million of these things out there.
The trip ended perfectly with a fly past by the USAF.
"I do not know of any tract of country, in which, in so narrow a
compass, may be found an equal variety in the influences of light and
shadow upon the sublime and beautiful."
- William Wordsworth
I tend to agree.
But I'm back now. I've got to make some phonecalls. I've got to write Sophia's letter. And open a new back account. And figure out what all this UCAS trash on my desk is.
Sigh... I want to move to cumbria. They've got stars.