December 2011
birthday plans.
spend my last three days under the age of 21 drunk & on tour with red kyte & glass city vice.
come back on my actual birthday & go for a fancy meal with my family because i am a mature adult.
“He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.”
– Francis Bacon
just read the old man & the sea.
hour & 45 for a 100 page book… evidentially i am not a fast reader.
anyway! i now want three things:
to go fishing.
to fight a shark.
to eat some tasty fresh fish, i need to go down a fish mongers or something because i am craving.
cannot work out what to have for dinner.
want to be more adventurous than i giant sandwich but there’s half a loaf of mediterranean bread in the bread bin downstairs, a ton of bacon, chorizo, pepperoni, cheese, condiments & salad stuff all screaming “fuck it, giant sandwiches are the dinner choice of kings“
incompton:
Thank you beard for collecting biscuit crumbs and thank you tea for making my moustache wet.
my life in a sentence.
nye.
going to a masquerade ball.
the idea of buying a mask for it seems ultimately pointless because there is no mask on the world large enough to cover my beard so i will never be “that mysterious guy over there”, instead i’ll be “that guy over there who has hair spilling out from under his mask, i think he’s got a medical condition”
plan for today.
move as little as possible so this flu thing thinks i’m dead & leaves my immune system alone.
i better be feeling better by nye…
i really want a mechanical typewriter.
both to see how they work because they’ve always amazed me & because i hate my handwriting while i love the style & feel of things written on typewriters.
park & bond sale.
missed out on the gitman shirt & wingtip boots below.
not impressed.
out of 120 photos of last night, i am in two.
relatively little evidence of just how drunk i was.
success.
although, elsewhere, there are photos of people trying to revive me with a burrito after i passed out between two mattresses…
& by revive i mean putting little pieces into my mouth to try & bring me back from the brink.
bloodbrawl asked: it's just occurred to me how much you look like Viggo Mortensen! very jealous my man haha
redheads.
are the most gorgeous.
oxford bound.
feeling like shit.
gonna go into hibernation when i get back & sleep this thing away.
whiskey & some mexican food will be my medicine for today.
Anonymous asked: I'd bring you tea all day and look after you ;)
i am the epitome of health.
woke up this morning feeling like death.
have either been in bed hunting for the illusive cold parts of the duvet or collapsed on the sofa downstairs playing xbox & looking at everyone who walks into the room with puppy dog eyes & asking for tea in my best “i’m close to death” voice.
i’m not over-reacting, i don’t know what you’re talking about.
“literature turns to garbage,
litter becomes currency,
and cash remains the...”
– dominic owen mallary - ode to death
tomorrow morning.
coffee & reading until someone drags me out of bed or i cannot remain in there any longer.
discussing my beard with my family.
them: it makes your face look really long... you don't know where it ends.
me: awh cheers guys, so you're saying i look like a horse.
them: ... well, kinda yeah.
*silence*
them: so, when are you gonna shave it off?
4 tags
living in the US would be so much easier than the...
all i’d ever want would be right there without me needing to wait for it to cross the pond.
old cars.
guns.
whiskey.
ridiculously over-the-top food.
i’d be sorted.
fat but sorted.
so many drunk toffs.
just got back from the windlesham pram race, if i was lacking in morals or really really desperate, so far today, i could have got:
an international series union jack barbour waxed jacket.
about 20 barbour scarves.
as many quilted jackets & gilets as i could carry.
something tells me they like barbour…
if some scene kids don't get into a bidding war...
i’m not gonna be impressed.
come on scenies, josh needs some new pomade.
