So, you're getting 2 blogs tonight; insane! Mainly because I got the wireless set up now and I'm real excited about coming live to you from mein Bett! Talking to Bekka on the phone made me think how life is so fuckin' complicated.

You can't roll how we roll we possess your soul and push the panic......

toxic or organic manic minds refined or frantic....

So, you may recognise this poem from the old Center Parcs ads, but I really like it;


W. H. Davies
LeisureWHAT is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Although I originally knew this, everyday I like poetry more and more. I REALLY miss English Literature. Perhaps I can do it at Uni, one problem; I didn't take English Lit for A Level, will they still accept me? I did it at AS...

I've realised, too, that this is my life, how it's gonna be for a while. Working at Ryman and the Daylight. Wow. I'm gonna be richer than I ever was but at the same time, every night I come home and my neck CANES - too much bending over, "A gay's dream!".

I'm going to London tomorrow though, hurrah!