तो माय फ्रिएंड्स इन नेपाल,
इ लोवे यू ऎंड मिस यू अल। इ थिंक अबाउट यू एवेर्य्दय ऎंड स्टील हवे यौर पिक्टुरेस ओं माय वाल। इ होप एवेर्य्थिंग इस गूढ़ विथ यू ऎंड यू अरे इन वैरी गूढ़ हैल्थ ऎंड लीर्निंग हार्ड अत स्चूल।
कीप स्मिलिंग ऎंड स्टे हैप्पी, हेअल्ति ऎंड वोर्किंग हार्ड अत स्चूल।
अल माय लोवे,
कस्सी
Monday 17 December 2007
Dance for me child of Satan.
Bonjour,
Funny story...I am at work...just. This morning as I was cycling to work and on Maple Road I saw a bear. It was coming out of my good friend Erica Goodey's house and have a sword in its thigh. Then to my shock I saw a naked Erica run out of her house and tackle the bear to the floor. This was...I have to say was...a big fucking bear. Erica landed on the bear, whose name was Dave according to its collar, and proceeded to grab the hair on the bears head and repeatedly smash it into the floor. With a final crack Dave the bear left this mortal coil. I feel I saw his spirit rise up and float into the clouds.
Unfortunately Erica saw me and began to give chase. I was on her bike Roger but she was closing fast, Dave the bears blood was splattering my back and Erica's breath was hot on my neck. Then out of nowhere, Sierra Nicole Rhoden sprang...yes she sprang and started doing to traditional American 'pants dance' and this sent Erica into a trance. Sierra screamed, 'Go Dom go...I can't pants dance for much longer.' I pedalled as hard as I could. As I turned the corner to safety I saw Sierra's powers fade and the last I saw of my wonderful American saviour was Erica pulling off her head and drop kicking it into the River Thames.
The Jillian Sims came around the corner and shot Erica...quite an anti-climatic ending but please, I beg, this Christmas, give a hug to an American to thank them for the sacrifice Sierra made on behalf of us English against the possessed Scots.
Erica always used to be so nice as well.
It's a sad day
x
Funny story...I am at work...just. This morning as I was cycling to work and on Maple Road I saw a bear. It was coming out of my good friend Erica Goodey's house and have a sword in its thigh. Then to my shock I saw a naked Erica run out of her house and tackle the bear to the floor. This was...I have to say was...a big fucking bear. Erica landed on the bear, whose name was Dave according to its collar, and proceeded to grab the hair on the bears head and repeatedly smash it into the floor. With a final crack Dave the bear left this mortal coil. I feel I saw his spirit rise up and float into the clouds.
Unfortunately Erica saw me and began to give chase. I was on her bike Roger but she was closing fast, Dave the bears blood was splattering my back and Erica's breath was hot on my neck. Then out of nowhere, Sierra Nicole Rhoden sprang...yes she sprang and started doing to traditional American 'pants dance' and this sent Erica into a trance. Sierra screamed, 'Go Dom go...I can't pants dance for much longer.' I pedalled as hard as I could. As I turned the corner to safety I saw Sierra's powers fade and the last I saw of my wonderful American saviour was Erica pulling off her head and drop kicking it into the River Thames.
The Jillian Sims came around the corner and shot Erica...quite an anti-climatic ending but please, I beg, this Christmas, give a hug to an American to thank them for the sacrifice Sierra made on behalf of us English against the possessed Scots.
Erica always used to be so nice as well.
It's a sad day
x
Sunday 16 December 2007
Becca is right....again!
I should go. Leave this land and this place. I convince myself I can't but it can. Where to go though? Where to go indeed?
Suggestions on a postcard please.
x
Suggestions on a postcard please.
x
Hark the hearld Dominic sing...
Today, on invitation of a wonderful friend of mine I went to a carol concert at ChristChurch Church. It was all going well and I must admit that even though I am weddings, christings and funerals man myself, I really got into the spirit of the affair.
Then came the disagreement between me and the incredibly chirpy minister. Not an actual disagreement but I found myself arguing in my head. He compared a passage from the bible to modern day journalism, saying that John wrote down facts about angels telling shepherds of Jesus's birth...I wanted to scream...'he lived hundreds of years after Jesus and is relaying the message that angels told some farmers in the middle of the Arabian desert. Not exactly first hand current affairs journalism now is it.'
I do understand and respect religion and the need for religion, but you cannot fiddle with basic facts to make them fit your story.
This isn't an anti anything rant, I genuinely enjoyed myself...but I think I am going to stick to weddings, christings and hopefully not many funerals. Plus the odd carol concert I get invited too.
I would recommend going to Church, maybe not for answers because I believe you work them out for yourself, but if you want to be in a relaxed environment where you can think with a clear head then go for it.
Hope all of you have a Merry little Christmas
x
Then came the disagreement between me and the incredibly chirpy minister. Not an actual disagreement but I found myself arguing in my head. He compared a passage from the bible to modern day journalism, saying that John wrote down facts about angels telling shepherds of Jesus's birth...I wanted to scream...'he lived hundreds of years after Jesus and is relaying the message that angels told some farmers in the middle of the Arabian desert. Not exactly first hand current affairs journalism now is it.'
I do understand and respect religion and the need for religion, but you cannot fiddle with basic facts to make them fit your story.
This isn't an anti anything rant, I genuinely enjoyed myself...but I think I am going to stick to weddings, christings and hopefully not many funerals. Plus the odd carol concert I get invited too.
I would recommend going to Church, maybe not for answers because I believe you work them out for yourself, but if you want to be in a relaxed environment where you can think with a clear head then go for it.
Hope all of you have a Merry little Christmas
x
Friday 14 December 2007
The Peoples Prince
Ideas above my station I am sure but it is nice to have a dream! This week has helped me to conclude that people really are two faced.
I like honest people...people who are brutaly honest if it needs to be that way. I also think it is always a good skill to have to know when not to be totally honest. That is why I am still in my job. I could turn round and be honest with them but I can't as honesty isn't always the answer nor the most tactful way to approach a problem.
My Mum sent me an advent calender this year which made me very happy. It is the first one i've had in four years!
Today Will left for the Christmas holidays. I moped for a while, took some shopping to my friend Alice's house because she had no food or money and I didn't want the poor girl to starve, then came home and slept for a bit. It has been a hectic week for old Dom! I'm not 21 anyore ya know ;-)
Every year I appear to be having more fun though! All is good on the feeling confident i'm not too old to party front!
I go home next weekend, the longest that I will have been there in three years. I am scared, well not scared just more anxious because I want my parents to be very proud of me. This emables me to do what I want but also prohibits me in a way...they remind me of the fact I can't leave the country tomorrow and go writing recipes around Asia. They also tell me that if I sort myself out and don't rush doing these things then they will be all the more sweet when they occur.
I hope to see Breanna and Anna tomorrow. I've had the biggest crushes on both of them at one time or another. I remember kissing Breanna after an Angus and Julia Stone gig at Soho Revue Bar and I hadn't noticed she had started to eat a hot dog...we didn't exactly lock lips more than share dinner. I met Anna at an Angus and Julia Stone gig at the Ginglik in Shepherds Bush, she is the most beautiful tall, blonde Russian lady you could ever wish to meet. We danced around the bar of Bush Hall once to music that was only in our heads.
Keep smiling...I am going to finish watching 'The Queen' now!
Mucho Luvos
Dom
x
I like honest people...people who are brutaly honest if it needs to be that way. I also think it is always a good skill to have to know when not to be totally honest. That is why I am still in my job. I could turn round and be honest with them but I can't as honesty isn't always the answer nor the most tactful way to approach a problem.
My Mum sent me an advent calender this year which made me very happy. It is the first one i've had in four years!
Today Will left for the Christmas holidays. I moped for a while, took some shopping to my friend Alice's house because she had no food or money and I didn't want the poor girl to starve, then came home and slept for a bit. It has been a hectic week for old Dom! I'm not 21 anyore ya know ;-)
Every year I appear to be having more fun though! All is good on the feeling confident i'm not too old to party front!
I go home next weekend, the longest that I will have been there in three years. I am scared, well not scared just more anxious because I want my parents to be very proud of me. This emables me to do what I want but also prohibits me in a way...they remind me of the fact I can't leave the country tomorrow and go writing recipes around Asia. They also tell me that if I sort myself out and don't rush doing these things then they will be all the more sweet when they occur.
I hope to see Breanna and Anna tomorrow. I've had the biggest crushes on both of them at one time or another. I remember kissing Breanna after an Angus and Julia Stone gig at Soho Revue Bar and I hadn't noticed she had started to eat a hot dog...we didn't exactly lock lips more than share dinner. I met Anna at an Angus and Julia Stone gig at the Ginglik in Shepherds Bush, she is the most beautiful tall, blonde Russian lady you could ever wish to meet. We danced around the bar of Bush Hall once to music that was only in our heads.
Keep smiling...I am going to finish watching 'The Queen' now!
Mucho Luvos
Dom
x
Thursday 13 December 2007
A quick drink said Will...
...me, Will and Erica arrived in a taxi outside my flat at 3am covered in kebab and burger sauce. A fun night was had, drinking, flirting and just having a great time with great friends. I am now much more knowledgable about Argentina than I was this time yesterday due to both Erica and Will having travelled extensively there.
I met a very wonderful lady who gave me food for thought, we both come from working class backgrounds but she is humble about her wants and desires whereas I am more extragavent with what I choose to do. Am I a sell out? Am I mocking what my family has worked hard to achieve? I am so proud to be from my family and I love them all and in turn their love for me has guided me to where I am. My Dad always used to say he didn't want to see me climbing up and down ladders all my life. I have worked hard to get through university and to get a job. I am the first Stevenson to get a degree, a fact I am very proud of, though I know for a fact my Mum and Dad could both have done degree's and done them well given the opportunity.
You only get one life...so as Red in Shawshank Redemption said...well what the writer told him to say anyway...
I met a very wonderful lady who gave me food for thought, we both come from working class backgrounds but she is humble about her wants and desires whereas I am more extragavent with what I choose to do. Am I a sell out? Am I mocking what my family has worked hard to achieve? I am so proud to be from my family and I love them all and in turn their love for me has guided me to where I am. My Dad always used to say he didn't want to see me climbing up and down ladders all my life. I have worked hard to get through university and to get a job. I am the first Stevenson to get a degree, a fact I am very proud of, though I know for a fact my Mum and Dad could both have done degree's and done them well given the opportunity.
You only get one life...so as Red in Shawshank Redemption said...well what the writer told him to say anyway...
Get busy living or get busy dying
Wednesday 12 December 2007
Take me home...
John Denver once penned a song about West Virginia...strange considering his facination with Colorado but who am I to judge. I first heard this song years ago and the chorus stayed with me though I could never place the song...much like 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones that I first heard on a school bus, but I heared 'Country Road' sung by a group of 40 children in Nepal, in English! They are the most incredible people being cared for by people who deserve to be recognised as saints. Imagine, a group of children who have lived through hell, singing a John Denver classic in the middle of a field in rural Nepal. I cried my fucking eyes out.
Can you imagine being the author of a song that is sung by children in a village in Nepal...? A song so synonymous with hope and optimism that it transcends all barriers, whether they economical, emotional or otherwise. This is what John Denver would have wanted though I doubt he ever imagined it when he wrote it.
I listen to people like John Denver, Bright Eyes even the famous for other reasons Pete Doherty and think 'fucking hell you are a genius'. Do I have what it takes to become one of them...? Can I achieve that I want?
I want to tell the truth.
Can you imagine being the author of a song that is sung by children in a village in Nepal...? A song so synonymous with hope and optimism that it transcends all barriers, whether they economical, emotional or otherwise. This is what John Denver would have wanted though I doubt he ever imagined it when he wrote it.
I listen to people like John Denver, Bright Eyes even the famous for other reasons Pete Doherty and think 'fucking hell you are a genius'. Do I have what it takes to become one of them...? Can I achieve that I want?
I want to tell the truth.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
