Friday 20 June 2008

Everything But The Girl


A night in with Miami Ink, my cats and some white wine...something is missing and for once, it's not a Friday night oriental chicken pizza :)

My Sky + partner in crime is away in Sin City enjoying the Nevada sunshine and i miss him. which is a little strange for me as i enjoy my own company a lot. 

Watching Miami Ink always makes me want to get another tattoo (currently have three very beautifully inked stars on my back) but as soon as i turn the TV off, i come back to reality and realise being covered in permanent body art probably isn't the best idea. still. maybe i could get one more, somewhere hidden away where only Mr Sky + can see it...

Saturday 7 June 2008

Roller Coaster Thrills


There is something strangely satisfying about going on a roller coaster. you scream. you try and smile against the G-force when the obligatory camera flash goes off and (in my case) hope you won't be sick when you get off. It makes me smile every time. It's the anticipation of climbing up the rails and that first drop when the car actually leaves the rails for a split second and you are plummeting to your death. it must last all of 0.2 seconds but still, it makes adrenaline surge through your body.

it makes me wonder - who invented roller coasters? what would make someone think to design and build something like that? it's not like it mirrors anything in existence. trains go in straight lines on tracks. cars race along roads. Aeroplanes soar through the sky. i guess roller coasters combine a bit of all of that. still, wonder if people were demanding thrills and spills all those years ago and some clever clogs set to work on a wooden frame and built a wooden car to ride over it. wonder if the first person to ride it got paid danger money?

i have always been a "what if" person. i find it quite balancing to think about what could have been. It makes me look at "what is" and rationalise that it is in fact better than what ever could have been. In the case of roller coasters, i always think - what if it broke down right about NOW. just as it gets to the top. or what if the car falls off? would i survive? would i climb down a million steps on a teeny ladder? thankfully i am able to rationalise my thoughts by watching all the people in front of me getting on and off, screaming, smiling; surviving. 

Friday 16 May 2008

Friday funk

The living room stinks of dead flowers. The easy remedy here would be to remove them but laziness stops me. I'm enjoying the novelty of a Friday night home alone. Chocolate for dinner, gluttonous indulgence on the internet and BBC3 playing idly in the background. 2 pints of lager and a packet of crisps is actually quite funny.

A weekend of tidying, food shopping, the gym and some dull-as powerpoints awaits me.  But i do enjoy not having to think about anyone but me. Selfish, yes. But satisfying nonetheless. Nothing like shutting yourself away from the world for day or two. Next weekend i'll be in Tokyo, a complete contrast to the little pocket of London i call home. I can be a totally different person over there and re-live a little bit of my life which ended too soon.