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| I travelled down to the south coast on friday night. A very pleasant journey indeed. The A21 is a road I do enjoy. Stopped at the Queens in Hawkhurst and had a bloodylovely wild mushroom risotto. Then to finish the journey. I was a bit knackered when I got down so thought I would frequent the clubhouse. Normally I wouldn't as it is full of cunts, but I was too tired to walk to the other end of the village to the local pub. It wasn't too bad I suppose. They had some nutty middle aged woman singing songs from musicals at quite a fuck-annoying volume. I'm ok with a 2 piece band pumping out some old covers but this woman had a very OTT style of singing and was singing fucking show tunes, and I fucking HATE musicals (sorry pebbles and that). I wouldn't have found it too bad if she didn't start the audience participation bit, wandering round the tables while singing. I sat right at the back and gawped out of the windows to make it quite clear I didn't want to be disturbed. She corralled some young lads into doing the maracas on one song, which they were clearly mortified at having to do, I think they were terrified of someof their mates coming in and seeing them. There were some young lads having an argument outside, full of all the black american 'dissing' hand signals. It looked quite ridiculous, a bunch of 11 year old white kids giving the full show, especially when I couldn't hear the words, it just made it even more comical. I chuckled. She's reaching the end of her set and does a fucking neverending medley of songs which was of no interest to anyone, most were busy poking their boot leather steaks into their gaping maws. She starts going round the room again while singing. I'm glaring out into the outside, checking the reflection in the floor to ceiling windows to see where she is. Fuck, over she comes. Stands next to me, singing aay then rubs her hands through my hair. Which is just weird really. Why intimidate people with audience participation? I stare out the window and see two young lovers kissing in over-enthusiastic fashion. I tire and decide to hit the main hall. It is crammed with vile familes, kids drinking enourmous brightly coloured drinks while the parents disinterestedly watch the act and drink flat lager. A few people have glasses which have flashing lights in the base. Odd. I find a secluded table and watch the old rockers performing, theyare pretty good, though they let themselves down by performing a more guitary version of 'just want to dance the night away' by the mavericks, a song that I absolutely despise. I'm very very tired after my week so walk back to my caravan. I'm taken aback by the stars on display. A fantastic clear night combined with a slightly more remote area and the heavens look absolutely stunning. You can see the brighter streak across the sky where you are looking along the disc of the galaxy. I stand on a bridge over a little stream full of reeds and just stare until my neck hurts. The fact that light is pouring into my eyes having travelled from billions upon billions of miles away is quite incredible. I'm looking at light that is millions of years old. I try to imagine the world spinning around our own puny sun with tiny little me on the surface of the planet looking up. It can feel intimidating, the size of it all but also beautiful. I finally walk the last little way, lost in my own thinking before aquite fantastic nights sleep. Sleeping so heavily and for so long was topper. Next day I pop in to hastings, picked up a nice jumper sort of thing and a good book by Janine Di Giovanni. She's a war correspondent but she always writes with the focus on the people and their experiences. I read one of her previous books 'madness visible', which was fantastic. All about the Balkans conflict. Upsetting in places but she really writes with a human heart. At the start of this book she explains how it first happened, how she made the jump to war reporting and it's an amazing story. I'm pleased i found it. Headed back and sat on the beach as it was lovely. relaxing on the pebbles with the waves rolling in I felt like I was back on seaburn beach as a lad. I even set up a discarded Lucozade bottle and sat a distance away, throwing stones at it trying to knock it over, something I would often do on the beach to pass the time when I was walking the dogs. My aim is still good. There's oddly half a lettuce on the beach. An Aussie couple are throwing stones into the sea for their dog, they have a little chat as I chuckle at the dog. I head back feeling very content, nocicing a few couples of butterflies flapping together in the breeze in soem kind of courtship routine. reminded me of the young lovers. An early night and more rest before heading back fairly early to do 2 hours of yoga at the gym. I was sweating buckets at times, it really is rather hard work but feels great. i think I will be aching a touch in the morning. By the way, I should check these blogs over for typing errors and spelling mistakes but I really can't be arsed, sorry and all that. | ||
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| soem?! you should hang your head in shaem!
I love looking at the sky in the countryside. I used to do a fair bit of driving to and from Edinburgh and it was always excellent to stop on the A697 out in the middle of nowhere, turn the lights off and just look. Its even better to be take some time, lie flat on your back and just look up - if you look carefully on a clear night you can see the odd shooting star and maybe even a satellite moving across the sky. It is indeed the haze of the milky way you see. To look up, and see all those suns, all that expanse of existence and time - quite humbling. | |||
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