Tuesday, 29 March 2011


I started doing this yesterday and stopped, cause I couldn't think of a song that describes me.  And I still can't really.  So I'm going to go with this, as secretly I want to be serenaded with it by a man who loves me.  Cause cliches are cliches for a reason.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

A song no one would expect me to love?

I don't love this song... But I used to.  And a whole group of people once simultaneously expressed surprise at this fact, so I reckons it's the best I got...

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Moar Catch up

I say catch up.
The 30 day song challenge doesn't actually specify that the 30 days have to be consecutive.  ANYWAY, I shan't drag this on.  Cause I know you are DESPERATE to know who my least favourite band are and what my guilty pleasure song is...

A song from a band I hate.  Well I had thought Cold Play, but then I was reminded of these fellas.  Perhaps strap on a pair, stop all that winey nasal singing and whoever this strumpet of which you speak will be more interested.  Just saying.

And I list this as a guilty pleasure.  Though, while I'm not proud, I certainly wouldn't say guilty is the term to describe it...

I used to own 86 Hanson posters.  Now I only own one.

Friday, 25 March 2011

At the risk of being repetitive...

I have decided that since Meat loaf isn't a band I shall post ;

I listened to this a lot when I was going nothing short of crazy when I was taking the pill.  Lots of confused love and hate flying around in this song.  Then when we went to see them Tony announced that it was about completing the payment plan on his first car... A blue toyota corolla which had it's sunroof smashed in by a bulldozer but still live in his back garden, because I know you were wondering.
Comic sans in the video too.  Lovely.

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Catch up!

I have not been doing this the past few days cause I was here.  And if you weren't shame on you, it was super.

So THREE IN ONE, are you ready?  Of course you are.

I suspect the Loaf factor may become tiresome in my list, but then again - he is the reason I listen to music. So, of the many songs of Mister Loaf I know all the words to I am going to go with THIS ONE for today

I'm not much of a dancer, so I have unfortunately had to reinterpret this as 'the song you inevitably jump up to with great enthusiasm and sway/jump/skank to whilst displaying to everyone else in the room just how uncoordinated and rhythmically challenged you are'.  Though I suspect a few people who have been compiling this list have stumbled upon a similar problem, so I shan't dwell on it.  I give you;
Also good for hairbrush/mirror moments.  Or bopping in the car moments that Chris mentioned.  Love it.

This doesn't send me to sleep without fail.  Which is good cause I quite often listen to it while I am driving, but it is a song I associate with sleepy times because when I first discovered Sonata Arctica I never wanted to turn off the music, so would leave it on through the night.  The song I associate most strongly with that time is this one.  Love it.

See you in the morrow, sleep well.

Sunday, 20 March 2011


Excitement abounds.  But for now, a song that reminds me of a certain event.

Driving to Edinburgh to get the Mega bus down to Londondonia, Caroline is jetting off homeward.  This song comes on the Cd and she looks for her phone, I look for mine too.  The problem of the matching ringtone.  Get outs have not been the same since her departure either.

The video is puntastic, you should watch it.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Where else?

A song that reminds me of a certain place?

Yes, I am 24.

Friday, 18 March 2011


This reminds me of Andrew Farmer, due to his tendencies to say 'YEAH' (often with the following keyboard plinky bit) in the way they do in this song and watch CSI Miami.


Thursday, 17 March 2011

My broken chant

Today is a song that makes me sad.  This was in a dance show I sort of lit once by Fragments theatre.  I find it delightfully melancholy.  And you know what, sometimes I DO need a revelation.  Don't we all?

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

This ain't no Roxy Music

Today has been a much better day.  And coincidentally it is time for a song that makes me happy.
This song is good to listen to when your boyfriend is in Canada and you aren't.  And I should imagine in other situations too, when you would rather time would fast forward a bit.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011


Today has been not a very good day at all.  So for a blackened and rotting cherry on top, I offer you this, my least favourite song.  It's not lyrical genius it is reminiscent of five year old children writing poetry about world peace as a class room project.
Given how well John Lennon can write and sing when he wants to, I don't know what inspired the melancholy, drawling vocal stylings of this.  And it's only paved the way for whiney fuckers like 'The Script'

Thanks John.  Thanks.

Monday, 14 March 2011

Stories never truly end, but our part in them will come and go.

Canada, ay?

I had a lovely time in Canada.  Obviously a great deal of that was to do with not being 5000 miles away from Andy, which was always going to put a positive spin on things.

As I sat in the departure lounge in Kelowna airport weeping quietly to myself an announcement was made "HEY GUYS WHO HERE IS GONG TO CANCUN TODAY!?"  Most of the departure lounge cheered.  As I sat in Gatwick airport, with a very small group of people who were all going up to Edinburgh, we watched with quiet interest as the lady read the script word for word the baggage policy and queuing procedures. The lady who checked my passport to let me back into the country literally didn't say a word.  The fella on the way into Canada wished me and my boyfriend ("Wow, having a chef for a boyfriend must be pretty swell, huh") a great time.  Maybe in these cases its PR.  But the reputations Canadians have for being happy and friendly in abundance does not go un-earned, in my experience.

Of course all the usual 'not being at home' things applied. Oh yes, people are meant to be driving on that side of the road...   I could really just do with a nice cup of tea...  The attitude to smoking and drinking still seems odd too me.  I suspect strong government crack down (hide the expensive, expensive cigarettes in opaque locked cabinets, make people feel shame) is actually pretty good if these drugs are so bad for you that everyone including secondary smokers will die of cancer.  But cracking down on nicotine while the smell of weed protrudes so strongly from cars, houses and passers by seems so perverse.  And the number of poorer people who can be seen picking up cigarette butts from the streets trying to get one final use out of them is actually a little distressing.  And I liked coming home and going for a pub lunch, where three pints of cider doesn't cost three hours wages.

Though Andy's flatmate maintins BC is strictest with these rules, one way to find out.  ROADTRIP.  Which is just as well.  Coming home and hearing all about the state of play for my place of work uncompromisingly hammers all the chat about funding cuts into horribly real perspective.
Now seems like a good time to pull out the travel plans that have been talking amongst themselves on the back burner for the past few years.  If I can get together enough temp jobs to cover the airfare...

In the meantime I am going to copy mine sister and do the 30 day song challenge on here rather than book of the face.  As since I ain't travelling no more, there isn't too much else to say.  Plus it looks fun.

So I give you THIS - Day 1 my favorite song.


Tuesday, 8 March 2011

And.. powder junkie is a good thing...?

I had a breakthrough in Snowboarding!  To the extent that I can actually control the board...
Which, given the number of twelve year olds who can practically breakdance with their boards on el slopes here, could be more impressive.  But I am pleased, a new skill!  I'm sure it will be useful to me in the future.
Also, Meat Loaf was playing when we arrived on the hill that morning.

I think not.

Feeling, then, that enough Canadian culture had been absorbed for now (though I have still to see a moose OR a mountie) we paid a trip to the Japanese Gardens in town and went out for sushi.  Which, actually isn't that far a cry from Canadian culture, I guess.  What with the not insubstantial Asian community living here.  I suspect due to the fact Vancouver is one of the first places you get to if you get on a plane in Nippon and fly East.  My standard 'I am going to go to Japan next January' mantra has been reinstated, after taking a year off (to be replaced with ' I'm going to Canada in January'.)  Imagine.  Anyway, the gardens are very sweet.  Small and covered in snow, but perfectly manicured.  Suspect the coy carp might have been frightened away by ducks though...

Paid a trip to the local art Gallery, which I wasn't bowled over by I must admit.  The exhibition of videos about Indian culture were all pretty badly made, but made interesting and important points.  The exhibition of John Kissick, was very much one where time and energy had gone into the painting but were not the kind I was terribly enamoured by.  WHICH OF THESE IS 'ART'?  I think David Hume knows.

I am going home soon.  Which both delights and saddens me.  Luckily things like this exist to help me through the darker moments.