Random Take Offs

Thursday, April 26, 2007

I thought

I'd put up

some photos

A very intelligent woman once said, "The purpose of language is communication. If you communicate successfully, it doesn't matter how you do it". I've taken that on board and kept it close to my heart ever since.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Andy's day out

Tuesday, April 17, 2007


June says:
in rome i was mistaken as a prostitute

June says:
italian police are so thick. Admittedly this was 3 in the morning or something, but what kind of prostitute walks about the streets of rome with a map and a suitcase

June says:
I think it was me going HOTEL? HOTEL?? that made them wary :P

Gav says:
that is hilarious

Gav says:
june the roman prostitute

June says:
it wasn't so hilarious trying to explain it to them

June says:
actually, i reckon i could have been a travelling prostitute

June says:
a sort of Fuck n Go system

June says:
similar to congestion charging in developed countries

Gav says:
you could make business cards before you go

Monday, April 09, 2007

A rhyming whore?!

june --


A beat poet working the streets

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Why bother?

People ask me this all the time. If you said I was a judgmental sort of person, I wouldn't necessarily disagree with you. However, it's strange (i'm not sure about unusual) how I can be extremely judgmental, yet extremely tolerant at the same time.

Allow me to elucidate:

Because I judge, I might (and I say MIGHT, not WILL) judge BOB top to toe based purely on appearance. I might notice something about him that really annoys me, form judgment, and lose interest in having anything to do with Bob. Just like that. However, if by some twist of fate Bob and I are introduced, I could well discover something about Bob that I would not have if we hadn't been. If I embark on a friendship with Bob, I might grow fond of Bob, or I might not. In the event that I do (and this is the tolerant bit), I will most likely continue to put up with things about Bob that annoy me. Even if Bob turns out to be a big bad meanie, I might still give him a call from time to time to see if he is well (whether he picks up or not is another matter). Bob might even give me heartache and upset me but i'd accept that. This is due to the simple fact that we are friends.

So why bother?

I don't really know the answer to that. Maybe I focus on the little bit of good that made me grow fond of someone like Bob in the first place. Maybe I feel superior to Bob and want to "save" him. I know some people take advantage of this, but with some people, I really don't feel as if i'm being taken advantage of. I am aware that they are being mean, but continue to believe they are good on the inside, so if one fights evil with good, one will always win. When they have been extremely horrible, I may ignore them for a while, but if they come back with an apology and show that they have changed, I do tend to forgive.

I also take a lot of factors into account when I do this. Bob may have had mental problems before, which affect the way he behaves now. Bob's cat may have died when he was younger, leaving him with a broken heart, which is why he is cynical and has commitment issues. Bob may talk like a meanie, but it's obviously just walls he's putting up to protect himself, and if I can see past them, it doesn't matter if he is mean because I will always see Bob as a good person. Maybe I am trying to justify Bob's behaviour to make myself feel better, I don't know.

There's a meanie Bob I know who's a closet nice guy. He works hard to keep up a mean image and tries to ensure my efforts amount to nothing, but because i'm extremely fond of him, and believe in him so much, I refuse to give up. In the fight of good against evil, is there ever a point where we know we've won? The way I see it, if the amount of time I have with any given Bob is limited, at the end of the day, if I get to see what's beyond those walls, even if I don't get to go inside, I am satisfied and I feel i've made a difference.

Sunday, April 08, 2007


and if you wanna see photos of Anne you should go here

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Lunch with Anne

Another great day in the sun.

After "The Wind-up Bird Chronicle", which blew my mind, I am reading "Norwegian Wood" by Haruki Murakami.

"I continued to spend my Saturday nights sitting in the hall. There was no hope of a phone call, but I didn't know what else to do with the time. I would switch on a baseball game and pretend to watch it as I cut the empty space between me and the television set in two, then cut each half in two again, over and over, until I had fashioned a space small enough to hold in my hand."

When I got home today, I just sat down and stared into space for a while. My exams are coming up and I really need to knuckle down and study. I've been cleaning, frolicking in the sun, reading for leisure, writing, dreaming, worrying about stuff, and doing everything but studying. It hit me suddenly that the time had come to do so, and it hit me good. I suddenly figured out solutions to my problems and action plans that were actually workable, made myself a cup of tea, and now i'm looking forward to disappearing for the next five weeks into workland.

Monday, April 02, 2007


"Yeah you're fickle, but you cannot continue to be fickle at the expense of my sanity!"

I lost my cool this morning. The strange thing was, I was angered but I was still calm. If you were listening in, you'd probably hear a calm voice being angry. If it's any consolation, I was as surprised as you probably are. I hope that makes sense, because it does to me.

Actually, scratch that. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Are people just selfish when they say they are/appear to be indecisive? Eitherway, they're wasting someone's time (their own or other people) so I reckon they are. We constantly read about people who stay in relationships hoping they get somewhere. Where is somewhere? Is it so bad to go nowhere? How about going nowhere together? That doesn't sound like such a bad idea to me.

It was beautiful in Bristol today. Edmundo met me at the Boston Tea Party and Jorge joined us a little later. It's very nice talking to boys about boys. Edmundo said, "You know China has a population crisis. Tell me, are chinese people just really horny? What's wrong with them?". Later, he was convinced that Seville had the same humidity problem as Kuala Lumpur. I love Edmundo. I don't know another person, gay or straight, who says "What do you mean my cat is common?!?! YOU'RE COMMON and I still hang around with you!!!!!"

I like pretty colourful flowers. This was just a random flower bed in the middle of Clifton Village, but we took heaps of photos by it. It often confuses me whether living in England, and getting SO excited over a bit of sun, is rewarding, or just plain sad.

Koku was there too. She's been ill, and has had to lie about having symptoms of Meningitis so that the NHS doctor would see her. It's not looking good for England.

I tell people this is MY bridge. It's too beautiful.

Yeah, I guess it's worth it at the end of the day. Bah.