Dammit I just lost a whole post because another program closed Firefox. I had meant to copy the body of the text to the clipboard so this wouldn't happen but alas poor yorick. Crap!
Oh well I shall rewrite my post, consider this the second draft.
Back from Uni for a few days to de-stress out. Lovely to be home and the sun is hanging low in the sky. It's going to be a beautiful sunset. I'm thinking about getting a proper digital camera so I can capture moments like that. There are so many things that I have seen that words fall short of describing, there are some things only eyes can see.
Well my friend Nick gave me a lift back home from Uni. He's been down for a few days to see where I live and go out for fun and malarky. We ended up walking ten miles or so as I took him on a tour of Bristol that made a trip to the North pole seem like an easier prospect. However we did manage to find a little backstreet called Polygon Alley which was wrapped in loose old cobbles, dirty golden leaves strewn about. I also found a shop I havn't been in since I was six and since then have been a hazy nostalgic mood, dreaming of old childhood times.
Coming from the countryside when I moved to Bristol to begin Uni it was quite a shock coming face to face with all the realities of city life. Dirt, grime and blackened air that snakes through your lungs, homeless people staring at you out of some dark pit you can see in their eyes, trapped. These were the things that really upset me at first. I'm used to it now but my friend was affected by exactly the same things in the few days he was down. He found the homeless incomprehensible at first because we have no homeless where we are and just couldn't understand how people could get to that state. Having lived in a rough area last year, listening to crack addicts outside my window scream because they couldn't afford a hit I can now understand some of the reasons why people get to that point.
It was especially interesting though that my friend found the air so dirty. Bristol is a small - but perfectly formed - city so you couldn't imagine it being that polluted. However my home county is the largest in the UK, the least populated and right next to the sea so the general air quality i pretty amazing. No cars and sea air are a great combination. This seems to illustrate to me that the countryside is the place to be. If even a small city like Bristol is toxic to me or other people from where I live I don't want to breath that in for the rest of my life.
I've got to say again that the sun is looking beautiful. Hung low in the sky it is melting the land around it into a golden haze. Lazy flies buzzing back and forth tap the window with their wings, not really trying. A slight breeze bends the braches of the hedgerow, rocking it back and forth like a mother with their child.
Beginning to cry again as I listen to a radio show which is in tribute to John Peel. I still can't face the truth of this. It just is so wrong, uncalled from and plain bad. He ment so much to me, which seems ridiculous. He was just a radio DJ, but there is no words that can begin to describe really what he did that made every Peel fan love him so much. I was in a pub with some friends recently and I told someone what had happened. She burst out crying then and there, I felt terrible because I knew exactly how she was feeling.
long live John Peel.
Oh well I shall rewrite my post, consider this the second draft.
Back from Uni for a few days to de-stress out. Lovely to be home and the sun is hanging low in the sky. It's going to be a beautiful sunset. I'm thinking about getting a proper digital camera so I can capture moments like that. There are so many things that I have seen that words fall short of describing, there are some things only eyes can see.
Well my friend Nick gave me a lift back home from Uni. He's been down for a few days to see where I live and go out for fun and malarky. We ended up walking ten miles or so as I took him on a tour of Bristol that made a trip to the North pole seem like an easier prospect. However we did manage to find a little backstreet called Polygon Alley which was wrapped in loose old cobbles, dirty golden leaves strewn about. I also found a shop I havn't been in since I was six and since then have been a hazy nostalgic mood, dreaming of old childhood times.
Coming from the countryside when I moved to Bristol to begin Uni it was quite a shock coming face to face with all the realities of city life. Dirt, grime and blackened air that snakes through your lungs, homeless people staring at you out of some dark pit you can see in their eyes, trapped. These were the things that really upset me at first. I'm used to it now but my friend was affected by exactly the same things in the few days he was down. He found the homeless incomprehensible at first because we have no homeless where we are and just couldn't understand how people could get to that state. Having lived in a rough area last year, listening to crack addicts outside my window scream because they couldn't afford a hit I can now understand some of the reasons why people get to that point.
It was especially interesting though that my friend found the air so dirty. Bristol is a small - but perfectly formed - city so you couldn't imagine it being that polluted. However my home county is the largest in the UK, the least populated and right next to the sea so the general air quality i pretty amazing. No cars and sea air are a great combination. This seems to illustrate to me that the countryside is the place to be. If even a small city like Bristol is toxic to me or other people from where I live I don't want to breath that in for the rest of my life.
I've got to say again that the sun is looking beautiful. Hung low in the sky it is melting the land around it into a golden haze. Lazy flies buzzing back and forth tap the window with their wings, not really trying. A slight breeze bends the braches of the hedgerow, rocking it back and forth like a mother with their child.
Beginning to cry again as I listen to a radio show which is in tribute to John Peel. I still can't face the truth of this. It just is so wrong, uncalled from and plain bad. He ment so much to me, which seems ridiculous. He was just a radio DJ, but there is no words that can begin to describe really what he did that made every Peel fan love him so much. I was in a pub with some friends recently and I told someone what had happened. She burst out crying then and there, I felt terrible because I knew exactly how she was feeling.
long live John Peel.
I was never a vegetarian because I felt that animals should under no circumstances be eaten... I was a vegetarian mainly because a) I believe that "mass producing" animals is ethically wrong and torturous, the meat industry has NO respect for life b) a meat-based diet is generally unhealthy for an individual as well as the earth and c) I didn't like the taste or texture of meat, except for seafood.
I feel irresponsible for eating seafood, because I hate the meat industry in general... Also, I know I don't need the sacrifice of an animal's life for me to survive.
I may be a hypocrite. I don't know. I just do what I can.