...Happy Harping Days 4+5

A man with music coursing through his system to me is so sexual. It's beautiful, brilliant and awe inspiring. I mean proper music, not music made on a machine or the shite that's passing for pop these days but I mean proper proper music. When someone picks up an instrument and puts their story, their life through it. With guitars and drums and soul. What ever happened to soul? Not soul music, just like putting your soul into a record. Making music that your proud to say you made and that generations after you will be connecting to. Who really is going to be connecting to Niki Minaj's, well, Niki Minaj's anything. You won't look back on that in 10 years and say "man that music was poignant, it inspired a whole generation to feel something". The only thing that generation will be feeling is chlamydia. What happened to the music that made you stand up and want to do something, want to feel something, be somebody and not somebody famous or wealthy or hugely endowed, just somebody. So you could look in the mirror and feel proud to call that reflection yours. *sigh* will it ever be that simple? Argh rant over.

So I'm on the last day of solitude. It's been bliss. I haven't had any raucous parties or been so freaked out I've had to sit in a corner of the room clutching a knife....and the cat. There was one night where it nearly happened but I blame "Attack the Block" and my nervous disposition. After my Harry Potter fest I decided to watch all the films I have recorded on the old sky plus box and I started with "Attack the Block". It's very good for what it is and yes I was slightly freaked out by the weird alien things, so much so that when the stairs creaked I jumped out of my skin and went bounding towards the living room door slamming it shut. I'm joking, it wasn't that bad....Next came "The Reader" with Kate Winslet and if you haven't seen it, I think you should it's a really good film. I'm not gonna spoil it but it's fantastic and I can clearly see why Kate Winslet won an Oscar. Today I watched "The Crazies" not as scary as I thought it would be but I'll wait until the wee hours of the morning to see whether or not it has truly affected me - if you know what I mean. I also watched (promise this is the last one) Fleetwood Mac in Boston hence where the above rant came from. It was brilliant and made me want to go to a concert again or a festival. So bummed I can't go to Reading Fest this year, the line up looks absolutely amazing. All those who are there have fun!

The solitude ends today. I'm sad to be saying goodbye to it but I've learnt I can live well on my own and if I could afford to live by myself I totally would! It's given me a lot of time to reflect. I'm leaving in 3 weeks and I'm shitting myself, I'm more nervous about the prospect of change but in my time of reflection (what I'm also calling my week of solitude) I think it will be a brilliant chance to grow as a person *vom* but it's true. i found a video on YouTube about the place I'll be staying. Someone who's gone before me decided to put it up. I'm still not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I watched it yet. I feel like I've taken away some of the mystery (damn you YouTube) but also semi prepared myself for what's to come. If you wanna check it out, this is the link, copy and paste it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-b56ZlqtNPA

I'm gonna miss a lot of stuff, a lot of people, my cousin has told me to cram in as much food, culture, love as possible before I leave, so that is precisely what I'm going to do. Starting with a whole packet of chocolate fingers and ending with a lot of love from my favourite people. You will all be missed but hopefully Cambodia will welcome me in with her arms wide open.


Heres hoping.

...Happy Harping Day 2+3

So it's come to this! I've rolled two days together coz I can, it is my blog after all I control it's power MUHAHAHAHAHA!!! Clearly all this time alone has driven me mad....

Well the past 3 days have been an actioned pack, emotional roller coaster, dipping and weaving it's way through my metaphorical journey and dumping me at the end. Yes folks at this present moment, whilst most of you are at work, I have come to the ending. The finale. Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows part one. It's been emotional. I've laughed, I've cried, I've munched my way through the snack cupboard (oops!) and now here we are. I could give you a detailed description of every film, recounting the screenplay word for word until my fingers are exhausted and my mind has slipped into a world that doesn't exists. However dear friends, it seems like my mind has already wandered.

What I will give you are the bits that I love the most. In list form. Because that's the best form of all. (This is going to be fun isn't it?!)

Number one: "Dufftown" come on J.K.Rowling really? You've been watching a bit too much Simpsons haven't you?

Number two: I love Gary Oldman. In anything. Fact.

Number three: HP4 is brilliant. Mostly it's because Ron comes into his own, all through one look. It's bloody marvellous.

Number four: Ralph Fiennes. He makes Voldermort. He is splendid. I love him. He also delivers one of my favourite lines "I want to see the light leave you eyes!" Most excellent.

Number five: Luna Lovegood. Name says it all really. Dispensing bits of brilliant wisdom throughout the movie like a proverbial butterfly in an orchard. (Yeah I really don't know either, just go with it)

Number six: Dumbledore dying. Enough said.

Number seven: Gary Oldman. He deserves two mentions, he's that good.

Number eight: Dobby. Well Dobby and Kreacher but mainly Dobby.

Number nine: Everything in the last two movies is fantastic. Well apart from one bit between Harry and Voldermort I find absolutely cringe worthy and unnecessary. The rest is wonderful.

Number ten: David Yates. Well done David, you are a brilliant man, you did well turning the movies around from the awful drivel that was the first two into the spectacular circus that is 3 - 7.5. Bravo. You deserve some sort of accolade.

I could go on but we'd be here all day and I don't know about you but I have things that need sorting to. Mainly bills *sigh* how boring and trivial compared to the rich fantasy of cinema. 

I was at a funeral yesterday. My uncles funeral and the minister was going on about how we all die. Which is fair enough, we do all die. It wasn't something that I wanted to hear at that moment. I thought it callous. But having time to reflect upon what he said, I understand now what he means. Life is precious. Cliche I know. It's spilled out constantly, on t.v, in films, through music. But it really is and my friends we should make the most of it. Think about what you really want from you life and go get it. Do things that make you happy. Be spontaneous. It was a sad occasion yesterday but wherever my uncle is, I hope he's happy.

Heres hoping.

...Happy Harping

It's been a while but I'm back! Yes I know I said that last time but I really didn't mean it then, I mean it now though! But please friends don't blame me, blame the lists! The never ending lists, both mental and written. They consume me, gobbling my time and my mental energy and when I think I've done everything a long forgotten list pops up from the back of my brain and reminds me that I actually forgot to do this or post that. It is in fact extremely tiring.

But no more!!

The sister and the boyfriend have decided to have some time alone and gone on holiday - good for them I say, every couple need some time alone, especially so when you have a small person dominating both your time and your attention. This however is brilliant news for me (selfish aren't I?) for it means four whole glorious days alone. Completely alone (now if your planning on some sort of robbery - forget about it. I have a very mean cat and I'm not afraid to throw her.)

Now what will I do with these glorious days? I hear your deafening cries and my friends I will indulge myself and it will begin with one Harry James Potter and end with one Harry James Potter. Childish? Never! Brilliant? ALWAYS! You see I rarely get to watch my beloved box set but now that I have some time alone I will soak up as much of it as I can mentally manage. At this precise moment I am enjoying "The Philosopher's Stone", awful directing, it's like watching Acting 101 but it has a few brilliant one liners, my favourite being "Your a wizard Harry!" Ah love it! I also am completely in love with Robbie Coltrane. Brilliant man, brilliant actor. What I don't understand is once he (Harry) got hold of his gold, why doesn't he invest in trousers that aren't four sizes too big? Emotional attachment? A desperate need to cling on to his old identity? Or maybe the director didn't think it important and I am in fact looking too closely at it. I'll probably place my bets on the latter. It is adorable seeing how small they are and watching them grow *tear*. I could harp on (get it?) about Harry Potter but I'm afraid of boring you my dear friends. But don't dismay, I will update you with all the magnificent, Hogwarts filled magical joy. Bliss.

It is just the thing to take my mind of the fact that I will be departing England's green soil in four short weeks and landing, hopefully completely intact, on Cambodia's sunny shores. It still doesn't feel real. Even as my room fills up with all the things I have to take with me and my credit card bill grows as long as my arm, it all still feels pretty imaginary. As if I will wake on the 17th of September and these past few months have been a cruel joke. Made up by a bored God wishing to have some fun with the lesser beings and unfortunately chose me. I'll probably still be waiting to wake up whilst strapped into my seat on the plane. *sigh* I will be fine. I know I will. I have to be.

Heres Hoping.


P.S I also love the sorting hat.

P.P.S I also love the name Hufflepuff. I met a guy from Hufflepuff, Australia, but that folks is another story all together.