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Latitude (In Pictures)

A word account will follow as soon as I can remember how it all happened.

I suggest watching this -

slideshow of events

love

xx

To understand that it's sometimes hello and sometimes goodbye.

Heylo there, well it’s arrived, by that I mean Nathalie is now a big sister, to a little Girl. It’s weird I’ve of course not been really connected to all of these baby goings on because I’m just her boyfriend person but I’ve been there more often than not over the last month and a half and I’ve felt all their trials personally, I’ve lost sleep so I can only think how happy they are about it all, I wonder if the enormity of it all has sunk in for them yet, most of all Nathalie. If she’s anything like my sister, who was 12 when my mum had me quite late she probably thought she’d never have a brother or sister. My sister hated me when we had to live in the same place, but once she moved out I became less of a burden more of a little brother. I guess people take to it all differently.

I’d be reporting all of this in much greater detail if it weren’t for the fact that with every happy moment there always seems to be a bit of sadness, Nathalie has been away at the funeral of someone she loved very dearly, although the exact relation escapes me at the moment, her mum talked to me about her once, taking Nat when she was very little into the house and coming out both dressed up as a cats to do ballet. Going from that story alone I can see why she’s going to be missed.

It’s made me think about my nana. Which is the only person close to me that I’ve ever known to die, with the age of my parents meaning that all the other grandparents already popping off to the shops she was the only real old representative of the Marshall family a title which now falls on her three children I guess. One who stole off my dad, one who abandoned us and went off to live in Devon and that won’t reply to our letters and my dad, who’s probably just about cantankerous enough to be an elder of our family all said

But having someone crying on you makes me think that I’ve never cried about her ever, not even when I was at the funeral, part of me thinks I was too young, part of me thinks I’m an emotionless freak.

I don’t deal with deal well, I fear I’ll be inconsolable when my dad goes, but he seems not to care, he smokes enough to have been dead ten years ago at least.

I don’t think any of us value what we’ve got as much as we should, go out, make babies, buy carpets, hug naked, drink tea, lie in the grass, feed the ducks, live live and live some more because your life is what you do with it, don’t just sit around and wait for it to end and then complain that you never had the chance.

Lets take the rough with the smooth. This time anyway.

Good Morning!

Ok well, half way through one hell of a weekend, which started thursday but we'll let that one go eh? Thursday was excess to the point of black outs, I have very little idea where we went and what we did other than me and Philip my fellow Smiths confident hijacked the jukebox to play 6 Smiths tracks in a row, which was most most excellent. Nathalie poured Jägermeister over me, and we had a very bad kebab. Most excellent.

Then woke up at eight the next day to spend all day helping Nathalie move out, most of which I spent outside feeling as if death was stalking me around every corner, extreme drinking, extreme hangover. Bleugh. I felt like slightly warmed death. Greasy hair gives me away more than smiles ever could. Judge me by my hair state. Always.

Which reminds me I'm getting it cut on wednesday. Awesome times. This blog has decended into a diary.

So yes, lots of moving and labelling done yesturday and Nathalie's new house is utterly gorgeous and I really wished I had the maturity and money to buy a house like that, it was old and lived in but warm and so so light every room just seemed warm and inviting, cosy in the winter, alive in the summer, it's the perfect house for them to become a family and I feel certain Nathalie will be part of it all, if she lets her mum have her way.

And then for Bright Eyes, which was absolutely stunning, I'll be honest, he's a brilliant performer, he's got the songs, he's got the confidence and he's got the band now, a whole ten piece, 3 drummers, one synth and brass and violinists and chelloists. They all appeared on stage dressed in white, all very impressive. I can't write reviews, but it was fantastic, but he needs a hair cut. But me and nat and me mum had lots of fun, and we met up with Joe from way back when, and that was really nice.

(Joe)

And so I'm home now, trying desperately to recharge batteries, and steady myself for a big houseparty/going out tonight. I've had a big breakfast and I'm off to the shops in a sec to sort out provisions, but the plan is to move around very little all the same!

No baby as of yet, and my gosh isn't LiveEarth a bit shit? They all seem a little pre-occupied with playing their latest singles.

xx

+ extra pictures cause I love you

(Bright Eyes, least my interpretation of)

Salut!

Let's all get drunk

And dance to 'This Charming Man'?



Oh go on then.

I don't like needles.

It’s roughly half past one in the morning and I’m sitting in the lounge watching Trainspotting for the first time ever, and it’s really quite good, I’ve got the feeling I’m going to have to read the book, which I’ve heard is all done with local dialect Glaswegian and that sounds most fun.

It’s a proper old vhs copy borrowed from Nathalie rediscovered during some packing of boxes for the moving day which is in a few days time, most excited for that I’ve obviously got a strange streak to my personality where in lies a desire to pack things away into boxes and label them. Also hovering, I had great fun moving sofas and hovering today, I think it just works when it’s not my house I’m having to tidy up and such. I also like mowing lawns, even though the smell of freshly mowed lawn gets right into my lungs and sets my asthma off a treat. It’s just nice watching something go from unruly to having lovely symmetrical lines within half an hour.

Bless, maybe I do desire the simpler things in life, they’re mostly free, once you deduct the price of your lawnmower of course. I do however still enjoy the complex and more tasking elements of life. Organising friends for one, friends with the desire to go out 4 times a week on the lash and no real regard for logistics or money. So it would seem that on Thursday I’m catching up with my dear friend Philip, Friday I’m taking in Bright Eyes followed by a catch up with friends from the lower year in school and Saturday spent with all of the above plus some more in the local sleeze club dancing to all the favourites a little bit out of it, but not enough to forget where I live.

Seeing Bright Eyes is something I’ve been waiting about two years for and I simply can’t wait for all that to arise, getting to see the boy genius play Poison Oak may well complete a very good week, or be the peak of the week, I’m not sure, either way I’m getting a poster to commemorate the event, and then hang it on my wall when I go to university and look back upon it fondly when I’m feeling more than a slight homesick.

So far I’ve got a bit of Biffy, Brody, Jamie T and The Blood Arm to make my wall look a little bit more exciting, and I think somebody that I’ve forgotten about possibly…but yes, Bright Eyes will be added and he’ll look down on me with his now huge massive crazy hair and tell me that life isn’t so bad, I could have his terrible hair and that maybe one day if I hope and dream and try very hard I could have his way with words. For the same reason I’m going to stick a Morrissey vinyl cover on my way, he’s a modern day wordsmith if there ever was one, take his lyrics apart and they read like any poet which he dedicated his youth too, they’d be proud of anything off The Queen Is Dead. Almighty stuff.

Some songs then, because I’m compelled -

The Smiths - Reel Around The Fountain

Bright Eyes - Four Winds

Hopefully you'll find Reel Around The Fountain utterly gorgeous, and Four Winds impossible not to toe tap too.

Good night and sweet multicoloured dreams.

xx

Sorry!

Not much bloggin' of late. currently living at Nathalie's with her mum now 4 days overdue with child, so I'm on hand for solus.

Erm, world's gone a bit bad with all these people trying to blow cars up, very nineties.

And countrywide smoking ban, fantastic, give it twenty years and you might see an effect?

Ok, expect good July posts, Latitude and that!

I might be bold and take my camera, if it didn't get nicked in Paris, it might be okay in Suffolk?

Love as always.

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