Writers block is something that challenges anyone who writes regularly. It’s spontaneous and can occur at any time, often with no warning whatsoever.
It’s annoying you.
I can tell.
It’s ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ by Queen. The song seems appropriate at the moment for a variety of reasons but I won’t let that ruin my moral – although that seems to be non-existant after a week from hell. However, something more important has struck the little bubble that I live in.
Change. Continue reading
It doesn’t take a genius to know my thoughts about fashion – you only have to look at me to realise. However, I thought that it would be interesting to see where a fashion article would go, how it would end up.
One or two friends of mine have spurred me on to keep writing as even that first sentence was saved into my drafts folder for a week or so as I still felt uninspired, but eventually, I delved back into the nonsense that lies unpublished and rediscovered my wonderful thoughts on fashion.
In my trail of thought, there are two ideas for how you decide what to wear. Now, being honest, I don’t know whether this is just me or all men in general, but these two ideas are; practicality and whether or not they’re clean. Continue reading
I have realised that most of my blog posts begin along the lines of ‘since I started uni…’ and well, this one is no exception.
It’s safe to say that since moving down to where I am now, music has been an ever-growing importance to me and well, a wonderful invention called CDs have made it something more. Perhaps now I have too many? Or I’d argue not enough, but regardless of how many I’ve somehow managed to squeeze on my shelf – isn’t it wonderful?
It’s impossible to walk down Southbank in the early evening with your iPod plugged in.
It’s bank holiday Monday and I’m sitting enjoying a couple of buskers perform under the sunset outside the Tate Modern. The tide is out and just below me, are the pebbles and sand that usually form the river bed.
The air above me is busy, with planes and helicopters flying over and of course, the setting sun to me left, blinding any turn of the head towards Blackfriars Bridge.
If anything, I should be in my flat revising for my upcoming exams but I’m not. Instead, listening to two guitarists and the many conversations around me – most of which in a language I don’t understand. Continue reading
After purchasing a lava lamp Wednesday, I’ve noticed my mood chill out. The blue bubbles of lave bounce off each other in a kind of boring but weirdly relaxing way and have somehow inspired me to actually do something.
Considering the fact that my end of year exams are only a week away, you’d think that I’d do some revision, right?
Well I’ll be honest and admit that I’ve been a little distracted. Continue reading