it's either far too early or far too late.
hunter has just taken richard mayhew to the floating market, while door and the marquis de carabas are interviewing for bodyguards.
had a weird night last night, in a good way. but it seemed to surreal. started with a visit to my nan, so got stuffed with cups of tea, eacles and welsh cakes. then met dave in a pub called the canton....hmmm. this pub belongs in the 80's and the full of people who look like extra's from the football factory...but in between the affectionate banter with world war 2 veterans, dodgy drug deals and threats of violence, i kinda enjoyed myself.
we then went to see the assassination of jesse james by the coward robert ford...and all i can see is fuck me, what a film. for a western fan like myself, i was looking forward to it anyway, but you could tell this film was a labour of love by all involved. i didn't move for 2 and a half hours. in contrast, hitman, which i'd seen earlier in the day....well, that was shooting cheap heroin....it hit a lot of the right buttons, but kinda of made me feel used and dirty after, but i still wanted more. can't help but feel i should've just waited for the dvd of it.
we then returned to the comfort of a pub (city arms this time), where we proceeded to talk in western speak and doing of best to look like cowboys over guinness. yes...we were that sad. met my friend ali (who should be a suicide girl...but isn't...). i hugged her, and she looked really scared until she realised who i was, we rubbed tongues (exactly as weird as it sounds...and i don't thing her boyfriend was too impressed...), met a friend i haven't seen in ages and got molested (he looks like a big gay bear....well, even bigger and ever gayer and even more bearlike than i am). in fact, i met loads of people i haven't seen in ages last night, john, joe and jess, jason, i felt like it was an episode of this is your life.
i then spend hours walking around cardiff. fuck. i'd forgotten how much i love this city, and how much i love the night. from the drunken orgy spilling out from the clubs, like the last days of rome, and the cranes and spotlights which tower above you like a scene from the terminator, the park by the castle where people go looking for gay sex, the pitch black alleys promising pleasure or pain, late night coffee shops filled with debate, it is just amazing. only thing wrong, is it got me quite philosophical, and made me write this long and rambling blog.
fuck i'm tired. it's 10 o'clock here, and hunter is explaining she is hunting the beast of london, while mr croup and mr vandemar have crusified de carabas. i feel too tired to sleep though. i need another white russian. x
hunter has just taken richard mayhew to the floating market, while door and the marquis de carabas are interviewing for bodyguards.
had a weird night last night, in a good way. but it seemed to surreal. started with a visit to my nan, so got stuffed with cups of tea, eacles and welsh cakes. then met dave in a pub called the canton....hmmm. this pub belongs in the 80's and the full of people who look like extra's from the football factory...but in between the affectionate banter with world war 2 veterans, dodgy drug deals and threats of violence, i kinda enjoyed myself.
we then went to see the assassination of jesse james by the coward robert ford...and all i can see is fuck me, what a film. for a western fan like myself, i was looking forward to it anyway, but you could tell this film was a labour of love by all involved. i didn't move for 2 and a half hours. in contrast, hitman, which i'd seen earlier in the day....well, that was shooting cheap heroin....it hit a lot of the right buttons, but kinda of made me feel used and dirty after, but i still wanted more. can't help but feel i should've just waited for the dvd of it.
we then returned to the comfort of a pub (city arms this time), where we proceeded to talk in western speak and doing of best to look like cowboys over guinness. yes...we were that sad. met my friend ali (who should be a suicide girl...but isn't...). i hugged her, and she looked really scared until she realised who i was, we rubbed tongues (exactly as weird as it sounds...and i don't thing her boyfriend was too impressed...), met a friend i haven't seen in ages and got molested (he looks like a big gay bear....well, even bigger and ever gayer and even more bearlike than i am). in fact, i met loads of people i haven't seen in ages last night, john, joe and jess, jason, i felt like it was an episode of this is your life.
i then spend hours walking around cardiff. fuck. i'd forgotten how much i love this city, and how much i love the night. from the drunken orgy spilling out from the clubs, like the last days of rome, and the cranes and spotlights which tower above you like a scene from the terminator, the park by the castle where people go looking for gay sex, the pitch black alleys promising pleasure or pain, late night coffee shops filled with debate, it is just amazing. only thing wrong, is it got me quite philosophical, and made me write this long and rambling blog.
fuck i'm tired. it's 10 o'clock here, and hunter is explaining she is hunting the beast of london, while mr croup and mr vandemar have crusified de carabas. i feel too tired to sleep though. i need another white russian. x
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angel_ree:
You watching, reading Neverwhere? Just finished the book...i love it. I may have to re-watch the seris...again 
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angel_ree:
Um...are you ok?