Afternoon from the North....
Ahhh, the North. That great North South divide eh?. I rarely visit South London. Unless, of course, I am paid to visit, and one thing it does seem to have is many studios.... Thinking about it, apart from good old fashioned London tribalism, I am not entirely sure why my prejudice exists really. I guess if I wrote a list of plus points they certainly would all lie North as it's me favourite stomping ground, but that's probably purely down to liking what I know. Have you ever done one of those lists about girlfriends (or boyfriends) with plus and minus personality points? Normally advised to help strengthen resolve when doing the off or helping you decide whether they are any cop or not.... You know what I mean dontcha? (I promise I only read "cosmopolitan" if I ever sit in a waiting room, promise! ;-)
Having found a very old "list" recently when throwing away paperwork, it made me think that if I ever have been desperate enough to resort to this girly or "self help" style advice, definitely where relationship matters have been concerned mine always appear to have a big long list of negatives appearing swiftly in the naff column and one, most probably THE three letter word moping all feebly in big lonesome letters on the positive list. OK, so "it" is important, everyone likes doing it. I think. hope. But, "it", being so readily available in the shallow, cynical days we live in, is not worth suffering for. Not when one can so easily pop into Coco De Mere, eh ladies? ;-)
Assuming that you really only resort to such doings (wacky lists etc) when whatever the situation is has driven you to such a state of desperation that you really already know inside that summit ain't happening, the good/bad list is pretty unnecessary, It's probably the doing it that helps. Getting it down on paper. Ooh I like waffling don't I.
Anyway, I'm up North again. Wondering (thinking well ahead) that when I finish Rock and Rolling it up in the City and get myself a country gaff, where to park myself. North or South? Truth be known, I should be asking myself whether it would be North or West, as my choice will undoubtedly be the Lakes or Wales, both of which I have strong roots and are extremely beautiful places. Wales is dreamy, the air so fresh and countryside so warm, and the North so wild, people so batty and deadpan - it has rather fabulous comic value as well as great looks. Mind you - some of the stories from people in the Valleys - perhaps the folk aren't so far apart....
Anyway, I'm sat up here daydreaming whilst visiting my Mam in her little gaff by the seaside. Mam plus dogs, beach, chickens, ducks, little brothers - you name it - its all up here. Even sunshine HAHAAAAAaaaa I hear it's rough down there - now there's a turnaround. I'm missing Fulham Arsenal, (will check out Arseblog for an update and MAYBE attempt to watch the second half at the local public house - although the old "man see woman" doubled with "you ain't from these parts" style welcome is a bit hard to stomach.) I am enjoying being out of the smoke. Apart from the fact that my house in it is currently not dissimilar to youth hostel digs - note to self - must stop trying to save the world - it really is nice to be out of the City again. It gets me down if I stay too long without a break.
Right.... break time it is, I'm off to get back in touch with reality and see how the boys are doing. Later! XXXX
