My life sometimes has an odd soundtrack. This is what i was thinking on Friday, whilst listening to the tapping of the keyboard and the radio 4 shipping forecast in my friend’s bedroom. Then later taking the bus home, i was enjoying the hum of the bus until some disgusting 11 year old chavs came on and inevitably started playing and singing along to loud music. Also when i went to guitar we were learning James Bond theme tune and other music from films. Having background music just makes everything feel like a film. Especially when wondering around, and there music pouring out of shops or from the various familiar buskers along the high-street. This makes it very difficult for me to stop thinking of my life as having “scenes” and how i would film parts of it and just generally thinking in cliches.
By the way, If any of my friends need an update as to my current sitcom, I have just discovered a cure for some horrible disease in a tiny, underfunded hospital in Africa with my lover who is also a doctor(i like those white doctors jackets). Well, that’s only the basic outline, but there is a back-story and several very touching extra details i have thrown in to make myself feel like a better person. I think me and my lover may move to somewhere in the South Pacific just because I’ve been thinking about that part of the world(plus i have a romantic perception of it because of watching the musical South Pacifictoo many times). Also because i want to go to the Island of Banaba. I can’t even type that name without getting all excited. “Yays! Its called Banaba!!!!”.
I have been in a very excitable mood. This is because my cousin Dave came round with his girlfriend Emma(me and my mother think they should be married by now they’ve been together for like 9 years) and i haven’t seen them in years. I discovered Emma has seen Nirvana, Pulp, Iggy Pop, Blur and other enviable acts live. I always associate Dave with music as whenever he came to my house when i was little he would play Cardiac to us whenever we weren’t playing Worms on the playstation. As my uncle was round as well we all played Trivial Pursuit which my team won, which was surprising for me. We have guests around tonight as well, and i have to prepare to go in as one half of American Gothic for Art Week tomorrow.
How am i meant to transport a rake into school?! Hell, its meant to be a pitchfork. Or a hoe or something. I am actually screwed on the gardening tools front.
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