Whether you knew it or not, Jackinabox by Turin Brakes was the
official album of the summer. If they had played at the IOW festival, the whole thing
would have been complete. But with the onset of autumn (rain, wind, schools going back
etc.) it’s time to reveal the official album for autumn, Leaves - The Angela
Test.
I’m generally not going to talk about work on here, but this
is an exception. This is where I work, it’s called The Pentagon and it’s quite
impressive, what with the glass walls, lake, leather sofas, roof garden, freshly ground
coffee machines and so on…
…sadly I am developing a habit of having a croissant
with my coffee every morning. At this rate the place is going to make me fat!
(on a
footnote: Saints win their second game of the season, shock!)
Edit (25th
August): There have been lots of chocolate muffins around in the last few days, it’s
not good, actually, yes it is!
Monday
- Got up at 6 to drive
back to Abingdon for work.
- After work, went to Tesco to buy obscure new indie album,
but they didn’t stock it (shock). So I went to look in an Asda, but I couldn’t find one
of those, drove home.
- Dissapointed at the lack of proper music shops in
Oxfordshire.
Tuesday
- Went into Abingdon town centre to search for said
cd, still no luck.
- Went drinking at work’s expense.
- Got locked in my own
bathroom and only managed to escape with the use of a pair of
tweezers.
Wednesday
- Ordered cd from play.com (thank goodness for the
internet).
- Went swimming (in the local pool which is always freezing!).
- Got very
dissapointed that nobody got eaten in Lost.
… and you thought my life was
boring!
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You never really
appreciate anything until you have to go without it. Home fits into this category.
Nowhere else in the country feels quite like it. Abingdon may be very nice, it’s green,
there are the canals & locks, it’s quiet, but I can’t help feel that it will never be
home in more than definition alone. At no time in the 3 years while in Southampton at uni
did it ever feel like home.
I do know where home is. Home is the small area around
Wareham, encompassing Poole and The Purbecks. Every time I went home on the train while at
uni, the train would shoot through Parkstone and I would smile as the view opened out to
see Brownsea Island across the bay on one side of the train and Poole Park on the other.
The buildings protruding above the treetops, the sails on the boats, the odd kite, the
reflection of the sun across the bay. The sight would warm my heart. Happy
Days.
Just how long can one stay away?
It may only be the start of August, but
yesterday marked the official start to the football league season (and the end of the
pre-season games where the result didn’t matter). Saints are renowned for being poor
starters, and yesterday was no exception…
I’ve been
trying to find which Starsilor lyric to sums up the
way I’m feeling right now. This is it:
As I turn to you and I say
Thank
goodness for the good souls
That make life better
As I turn to you and I say
If
it wasn’t for the good souls
Life would not matter
I hope the good souls know
who they are.
I’ve made it through 2 days of work, if I
get through tomorrow it’ll be the longest I’ve been in a permenant job, hurrah!