Radiohead, again

Hello, Bouquet of Barbed Wire was amazing last night! basically the pretty posh girl's dad arranged for her husband (the attractive creep with stuble) to get stabbed in the back with some kitchen scissors and there were more wierd affairs and more talk of someone mysterious called Paula...

But more importantly, I just listened to a thingy about Radiohead, allthough I'm aware of my tendencies to obsess over things then blog about them in a slightly cheesy way, I also think I've mentioned things similar to this before but Radiohead's music is just like being hit by a huge wave of emotion and meaning that I can't even describe or understand.
Esspecially when Thom Yorke says things as beautiful this: "I cried when I heard 'There There'. Blubbed my eyes out for ages, I just thought it was the best thing we had ever done"
And as for Jigsaw Falling Into Place... well,, it's magic.



I know that similar to the other Radiohead blog, my photo (this time of a pretty cieling) has no corrolation to what I was on about but nevermind, I'm going to watch This Is England now =)

Fashion Mistakes

Hello =) Sorry I haven't written a blog in aages! Basically, I bought some leapord print tights. It was most probably a rather large mistake.



The words leapord and print instantly scream either charv or wrong so the purchase was definitely a risk, hopefully if I wear them with converse or brogues it will look better than a tracksuit top and a luminous pink vest. Not that I have anything personal against chavs, joggers are very comfy in the privacy of your own home and I have seen one put litter in the bin before, which was quite beautiful,
I just can't properly focus because Boquet of Barbed Wire starts in roughly 3 minutes- I recorded one episode because the name was intriguing. To be fair it's sort of strange but god I'm completetly hooked... right, It's on, I'll finish this later, but here are my tights again... bye x

The Libertines

Aw! watching thier Reading set on the telly [twice] was so special it acctually felt like a dream <3
It was like at the end of an amazing concert when there are absolutetly no words to describe how incredible it was. All the words needed were shown in Pete and Carl's affection towards eachother, it was just beautiful! "Look out for one another. If someone goes down help them." That was like Pete wasn't just talking about crowd trampling safety etc, bladyblah... he was talking about the importance of friendship:



When Carl ripped Pete's shirt off not only was it a wonderfully thrilling sight for a young lady to see, it was allmost like they were tearing away all the painful memories that aren't important anymore.
Dearest Carl describes thier relationship as an "intense love affair with non physical romance" [ooft] but it's allmost more than that, as if they (embarrasingly and ridiculously) complete eachother.



My friend Katie says their friendship is one that she could only wish for <3
No-one could headline after that though, I mean who ever the hell Arcade Fire are must feel pretty bloody embarrased now cause Libertines totally made the festival, with a connection alone. The performance was so real it was more like a nation wide celobration and a small explosion. Sometmes people don't notice how greatly missed a band were untill they're back, I'm really so, so happy about it! Just look at this lovely chemistry...



The songs spoke for themselves really, when the music stops in "I Get Along" and Carl swears: it's just sex right there. I acctually cried, roughly four or five times with odd smiling facial expressions. Just watching it in my front room there were real genuine tears, and acctual sobs- there's probably no need for me to say that but when I even just think about "Tell The King" I develop butterflies in my stomach. 



 The set was just a huge "Fuck You!" to all the journalists that ruin lives for money, because at the end of the day Peter is an incredibly talanted musician in an absolutetly wonderful band and that is all that's importnant- the music- not thier personal life or the labels forced upon them, the music, which happens to be brilliant.
I completetly agree with what this girl is saying http://sjaejones.com/blog/2010/fangirl-jj-comes-back/ :)

Carl: "I missed having a… having a best friend, who got me, you know when you meet someone who gets you and you get them. On the deepest level. We just share the same dreams"

Pete: "I just missed Carl, to be honest"

Indie Boys

I should be writing an essay about wasted lives right now but got distracted by these absolute beauties... http://fuckyeahindieboys.tumblr.com/ I only got up to page 10 but pretty much have obsene crushes on the lot of them, the photographyness of everything is gorgeous and to be honest the divineness of it is allmost depressing- I want to be able to take photos as nice as that of people that look as nice as that wearing clothes as nice as that, and this... http://bit.ly/bGSGRG

So I rumaged through my documents on the search for any amature potraits like that and er, couldn't find any... (well I could but they weren't attractive indie males and I couldn't be bothered to upload them) so forget that and forget GSCE results [allthough mine were rather good and I got A in art!] instead, everybody listen to We Are Scientists! not only is the singer dude hot, they're acctually amazing. Love And Squaler or whatever the album's called is great and I rather love this song...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Et9llKBJdEs&feature=channel

I've decided I want to be a photographer

Here are some photo's from a variety of pretty fields in which I allmost definitely shouldn't of been...

I think the photos look nicer with writing in between so here are some lovely song lyrics that don't relate to the pictures in the slightest way, shape or form...
"You know I cherish you my love"
The Libertines, Time for heroes

"I'm a brand new sky, to hang the stars upon tonight"
Foo Fighters, Times like these

"To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die"
The Smiths, There is a light that never goes out

"Alarm bells ring when you say your heart still sings when you're with me"
The Libertines, Music when the lights go out

"Every time we kiss it's like an inside joke I allways miss"
Black Kids, I've underestimated my charm again

"I said you were special, you know that I meant it"
Maximo Park, Now I'm all over the shop

Cycling In The Rain

I'm eating cheerios [they are amazing], looking at old photos of Christams and listening to the Foo Fighters album 'In Your Honour' *Lyric Of The Day: "Dancing on the bones of my dirty past" ..that combination makes me feel rather happy- plus Dave Grohl and Taylor Hawkins are gorgeous!



Anyway, moving on from that ridiculousness to Nick Grimshaw- I absolutetly adore him, I think he's a complete love, not to mention his wonderfull accent and his friendship with Henry Holland
[Whom I fancy the pants off, even though I know he's gay]



Anyway, whilst listening to Grimmy's excellent interiew with the Klaxons (oioi) I decided to do a bit of Google Image stalking and came across an adorable photo of him riding a woman's vintage bike. I know he may not look his very, very best but how fantastic are his boots and wicker basket!?,,,



So partialy inspired by that beauty, but mainly because I quite fancied an AC/DC album, I decided to cycle to my local library, also in a black and white stripy top-cause I'm so rock n roll- really it's cause 1 CD's only like 98p and three are £1.50- bargain! And I think my lovely bicycle needs more public airing, I do allways feel like I should be transporting ET in the basket though...



So I was happily cycling along by the sea in a retro Damon Albarn style jacket and sparkly shoes, when it started to rain. It got heavier and heavier then pretty soon I realised I was practically stuck in a torrential downpour, not good. I arrived at the calm and quiet library, after having to shamefully push my bike up a very lighty steep 'ramp' in a cocophony of drenched, flustered, fustrated and quite frankly, embarrased mess then having to discretely check my homeless dog type reflection, in the back of a Red Hot Chili Peppers CD for dribbled mascara. Deary me. I decided to stay to try and dry off and wait for the rain to stop- it didn't. So I looked at the September Issue of Vogue, glanced at Q magazine and read an old Nirvana interview. It turned out to be rather enjoyable because there was a cute old lady sheltering from the 'monsoon' who kept giggling at a 'Things That Grumpy Old Men Do' book... and I think I fancy Kate Moss.



After years of hating her I've decided she's amazing at her job, allthough her mouth is allways slightly open, it is a good pose, I'm not sure if I've ever seen a bad photo of her and she's able to make girls want to wear the clothes she does- when she does decide to get dressed- and I can't not mention her spectacular taste in men- Pete Doherty and Johnny Depp <3
She's naturally beautiful, has lovely hair and must be everywhere for a reason.



I can't explain my jelousy. On a final note- Freja Beha is my new favourite model, I just can't get enough. She has a brilliant mouth and I love the way she stares into the camera like a lost child, she is able to make anything look good with her face and hair alone. Basically she's hot stuff!



And after Google Image stalking Pete Dohery, again, I discovered he went out with [or is going out with?] the model Irina Lazareanu, who I have loved for ages just without knowing anything about her, lucky lucky. I really like her innocent and fragileness...



And finally, if any of you like lips, polaroids, friends and bedrooms- your in luck...
Because I found a wonderful website thingy http://bit.ly/9PhBUy
Sorry this blog was so outrageously long! And cheesey.