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| Sleepoverz |
I run along the wet leaves that glint in the morning sunlight - witnessing the transition as the green morphs into orangey brown and death slowly takes over, pulling away the leaves with its invisible claws one by one until the trees stand bare.
Seasons have changed and we breathe in Autumn air... I remember the day a few weeks ago when the weather took a significant turn as the Arctic winds blew in and I opened my winter drawer with a sigh. The shops in town didn't take long to stock up on winter gear - walking into Primark you'd think it was Christmas day! Reindeer's or snowmen on jumpers, shelves stacked with fake uggs, silver ball balls and stocking fillers (all of which you leave the shop convinced you can't live without). We turned our heating on when we realised wearing gloves in the house was unacceptable. I sat down by my radiator that's strewn with colourful hippie pants (for decoration of course as actual usage won't take place for another year) and just felt the warmth of the metal; the water slowly heating up for the first time in a year inside the cold metal pipes, letting off a slightly burnt aroma hm..
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| Mmm nosh |
I've been here for over two months now and I feel a Bristonian slowly coming on. I walk the streets with confidence, not because I won't get lost (that's inevitable), but if I do I now have a sense of where in the city I am. The street art splashed around the buildings are perfect landmarks for the wandering eye, I always wonder how they manage to spray so flawlessly at such heights.. the mystery adds to their edge I guess...
Stokes Croft is the urban/ indie part of town littered with funky alternative café's and trendy teens. Tesco seems to have the monopoly over here in terms of supermarkets and their attempt to move in on Stokes Croft was rejected with demonstrations and graffiti art - their failure lies splattered in big lettering that reads 'boycott Tesco' on the side of the most noticeable building on the street. That's one of the best parts about this city... the ability everyone has to be outspoken in creative and accessible means. Whether it's hula hooping for green peace, spraying cans against Tesco or singing about women s rights, you can have your say in any way (excuse the cheesy rhyme).
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| Rastafarian fences |
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| Hehe |
So Uni's officially started, back into an institution and a routine. I'm taking Psychology with Sociology and though the first year usually consists of the drab that you've spent the last few years working to get away from, it's interesting taking these courses in the transitional stages of a paradigm shift. Last week one of our amazing lecturers made a group of us literally stand up at the end of class ready to start a revolution against capitalism - until we realised we really didn't know what system to choose instead - I mean Russell Brand put out an easy foundation for everyone to understand but the structure needs to be built in order to be used. I still love the concept of 'The Venus Project' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zn8MRKOskw) but human greed is always a confounding variable..
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| Bathroom selfies? |
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| A beautiful rainbow on a crap camera. |
Growing up really does open your eyes to a lot of shit doesn't it? We're looking at benefit fraud at the moment, the warped tax system and how the world got to this point. I looked at my last on-line pay
check of which 1/3 had been taxed (what?!) - I come into class the next day to hear about how Apple (and other large, wealthy cooperation's) manage to dodge tax by sending huge sums of money to various offshore accounts - now that sounds fair doesn't it? I think coming into this system after having lived in another one your whole life really underlines the errors in big red felt tip pen. What's great about growing up though, is being able to go to uni and read about the beliefs of old philosophers and sociologists etc with a sense of understanding, soon the little light bulbs begin to spark and then you're suddenly merging and building upon streams of your own existing thought until we decide what we believe..
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| Street art in Stokes Croft |
Our lecturer's turned many of us into Marxists: anti-capitalism/ unequal division of labour/ greedy,profit based/ fucked system that we're all trapped in. Slavery was said to be abolished a while ago yet a page of the Metro was dedicated to the top 10 current countries with the highest count of slavery, England scoring 61st I believe? I wonder who had the first thought of their current disguise..'Here's an idea, let's not call them slaves, let's give them their freedom so they're not our responsibility and we'll cut their shifts to say, 4 hours? so we don't have to give them a break. We'll pay them less than their value so we can make a profit (that'd be minimum wage - that according to today's metro has reached an all time low :(- the average in Bristol is about £5p/h) and then there's no one to blame.' How our society's progressed huh?
It's interesting seeing the state of politics at the moment -if you look at the biggest superpower, the US of A! Who were recently experiencing a partial government shut-down because of the
trillions of dollars of debt that they owe to China/ banks and the guys that
own the banks. The US hold the reigns for a global economic recession that we have
no control over - but what we are seeing now is the new method of communication that they are trying
so desperately to control. The internet - and while we're aware that everything we say and do is being monitored by someone, somewhere...
they sit at the other side of the computer waiting for another Snowden to appear and release more vital information to the rest of us. Our generation is equipped with the tool to communicate that they've never had before, it's definitely gonna end up being the loophole to the solution..
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| Anonymous |
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| The one that got away! |
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YR4CseY9pk))
"Remember remember the 5th of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot."
The evening of which was a demonstration all over the world lead by the sound political activist group 'Anonymous'. We originally planned on heading down to Parliament in London to stand together and peacefully protest against all the false promises that get politicians their vote, butt we missed our bus tickets so we chose more of a mental-protest :p
We sat on Brandons Hill, wrapped in jumpers with a couple ciders and J or two, overlooking the horizon of Bristol's buildings and harbour-side,
while delicate plumes of multicoloured fireworks emerged from the black spaces between the houses. 10 of us stood along the hill, lighting the four corners of the cardboard that would soon bring to life another years wish. We waited patiently for the lanterns to slowly fill up with heat and then released them into the air.. most of them getting caught in the trees above while a lucky few got away.
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| Naww |
I'm loving having a fairly stable routine again, morning yoga, a run, coffee and breakfast, uni, work, home, friends, out, bed. I've been working in care homes recently and am training to become a social carer. Care homes really open your eyes to old age - something that I'm not longing for.. "once an adult twice a child" has never rung truer. Yoghurt's, jelly and ice cream, hot chocolate and tea, TV, hushed words, big nappies and personal carers - it's like reverting back into baby-hood again. One lady pulled a few heart strings when she started crying out for her mummy while a nursery rhyme played in the background over the cartoon of the multi coloured dancing mushrooms on TV.... I didn't really know how to respond..
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| Wide Eyes |
But then there are other moments, walking passed a room of men and women singing in harmony just smiling - taking joy in the mundane as we once did, or the couple that have checked themselves in to the home together and still cuddle up next to each other every night. I guess old age is also a mindset, my grandma still has a young spirit, as do many others, I'd just hate to be incapable of really living my life, you know?
I'm revelling in my youth at the moment with a few crazy nights out in Bristol and the odd weekend in London. Deep house at Timbuk2, Lakota or Empire Theatre.
Illegal raves in the countryside where dogs run rampant and police have no say, Drum and Bass nights at Motion where the ceilings sweat and reggae/ dub nights at The (dodgy) Black Swan. It was great going to 'For The Love of Dub' and watching Monassah (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU7SuJOIEOQ) play - he's an old family friend that was playing at gigs my parents went to when they were 19.. funny how patterns carry through generations.
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| First usage of our shed! |
M and I hit London for another night of spontaneous
free loading
, starting off at the Big Chill we progressed over to a house rave in Dalston, ending up in a flash East London pad. We looked at each other as we sat in a state we'd never experienced before, 19 years ago we were propped up in nappies playing with lego and here we were again, playing a slightly different game. Come 11am we were crawling out of the house and into a taxi, like aliens crawling out of their mothers womb for the first time. Heads on pillows, tights around our eyes to block out the sun and into the darkness we went. Only to wake up hours later and realise I'd missed my bus, again. So what should've been a £14 return journey turned into a £50 pound one.. but hey ho, we'd been pretty lucky the night before.
It's nice having friends in Bristol too, the 9 bedroom house is always the one everyone ends up at, zoning out to the deep thump of the bassy speakers as colourful balloons expand and white light fills the air. I just remember 2 days later, walking in and out of the living room to see J passed out in exactly the same position he'd been in 24 hours earlier. 3 days later the boys had finally decided to change clothes - some things I'll never understand..
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| Hospitality - Motion |
But it's not all crazy, there are M and I's cook off's that always end successfully, with a movie and a bag of flowers. Our house is almost full though everyone's in and out visiting family or working around the country. Every bedroom has a bit of love and character, the little kitchen is constantly full of pots, pans, arms and legs as we duck and dive but manage somehow. 5 girls and 1 bathroom hasn't proved a problem yet but we've got our fingers crossed. The other night it was 3 girls, 1 car and no GPS - landing us in another county, escaping a near crash and arriving hours later to the big Sainsbury's for our 'cheap' shopping spree that rinsed our bank accounts. Cooking in bulk is the way to go to save money, so buying in bulk seems logical too, no? ;)
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| Motion in the ocean |
The other day I walked home from uni and just stood in the sun for a minute to soak up a few rays and stay still amongst the movement. Don't you love the feeling of coming home? Especially after a day of Brizzly weather! Scrunching up your eyes as you climb up the steep hills with the wind hitting you in the face - you know winter's sending its signs. We managed to survive the storms though! With a tinge of disappointment
after the excitement of the weather forecast's '80/mph hurricane winds'. I went for a run the morning they 'hit' (Bristol wasn't really affected) and got caught in the downpour, feeling the weight of my runners as each step got a little more difficult and soon it wasn't just the puddles making the splashes.. but there's something nice about being able to just run through the rain without hunching over and trying so desperately not to get wet, challenging the elements.. and then getting a cold the next day. Ok enough moaning, time for another cup of teea and an attempt to face the challenge of remaining sane while all the girls in our house PMS at the same time, uh oh boys beware... halloweens over but the bitches are out..
A funky tune for 'hump day' as M used to say <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5nk7AsILlQ
Halloweeny recipe of the day: Pumpkin cheesecake
http://allrecipes.co.uk/recipe/4522/pumpkin-cheesecake.aspx
Another day is dawning as we glide over a
patchwork quilt of dark olive and mustard yellow land; the colour scheme now shifting to dark ocean blues as though a paintbrush was slowly waking a piece
of art out of its deep sleep. I take a swig of the last few drops of my 4th delectable cup of aeroplane coffee and lean back against the rigid headrest to reflect upon the manic week just passed. My body clock is completely out of whack, minutes and hours merge, days have been skipped and nights forgotten. The tell tale sign was when I was handed back a form I'd just signed at the airport that I'd wrongly dated '8/12/2014', it took me a good few minutes to realise what the issue was... a pretty representational result of the last
4 months of madness. The deep rumbles of the engine begin to stir stagnant memories back to life into a stream of incoherent movie clips. The first scene to pop up is accompanied by the soundtrack of a new favourite (https://soundcloud.com/mono-massive/sunday-jazz-party) played at our pretentiously suave house party that was so Young & Fuller Sol as everyone leisurely swayed past each other in long dresses and suits, champagne flutes in hand.
I went to my first protest to not bomb
Syria the other day after conveniently having just had a seminar on crowd psychology. L and I cycled in a dramatic haste through sheets of rain, feeling excited and purposeful as we raced to join the crowd that was blocking off the
whole high street in our wage against war (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztZI2aLQ9Sw). I observed the many splits between groups: the
transgressive lot demonstrating their disobedience as they skanked out to D&B playing from their mini-rigs, while another group chanted “1,2,3,4 WE
DON’T WANT NO TORI WAR, 5,6,7,8 STOP THE BOMBING STOP THE HATE” waving their signs above the masses.
just as
smooth as the air lifts the wings of this huge machine, my heart settles down from the mass of caffeine with not a patch of grey in the sky to be seen.
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