Where else?

A song that reminds me of a certain place?
ANTIIIICCCCCSSSSSSS.

Yes, I am 24.

YEAH

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.

YEAH  

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?

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.

Fitting

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.

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.

YEAH.

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.

Coincidence?
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.