old belle and sebastian is really depressing.

i miss east london. sunday markets, tiny bars and blossom on the concrete in the spring, strange shops on roman road, blue tiles and old street names and indian food in bethnal green. i miss being close to my friends and drinking in the morgan on slow days and riding the number 8 all the way from bow to victoria. columbia road flower market, second ( Read more... )

i watched wall-e last night, and perhaps it is the weather, perhaps it is my own fragile sick-of-england state, but i just fell tragically in love with it. and for some stupid reason now i can't stop thinking sadly about how poor wall-e carries on crunching rubbish every day even though there's no reason for him to, and how when he is scared he ( Read more... )

i am in france. it is nice here. the roses are still out and the garden smells like summer. my relief at being out of england is indescribable. on arrival we had a long train journey down from limoges and i had glimpses of my first french autumn, i also saw chickens and mini waterfalls and old railway stations with wonderful wrought iron insignia ( Read more... )

i got the urge to write in my livejournal again. today i got the bus down to walthamstow and sat in the front seat looking at the autumn trees and city streets and listening to fleet foxes; i am starting to love that album so much - seems so full of mystery and joy, makes me think of cold days and trips and childhood winters and animals in human ( Read more... )