coach travel - awake, asleep. or. tuesday words two.

After three hours sleep, hearty breakfasting and launching to the coach station, i began my northbound journey, leaving my brother and grand swindonian times behind. Drifting in, out, and around sleep whilst coach travelling differs much from travelling on trains or planes but is probably more similar to car travel. That confined warm, secure space you have. all but cocooned. You are warm and a little weary, everything around you softens, sometimes fading, becoming indistinct and distant. Sometimes snapping back into focus and drifting away again instantly. Night travel ofcourse increasing this floating feeling. The second leg of my northern bound journey from loondoon was all the more ‘floaty’ for want of a better phrase. Despite drinking a flask of strong tea I was drifting again within minutes, not being able to read more than a few lines of my book without my head lilting forward. But how psycological is this experience.
So clearly on the edge of sleep I put my book away, pull my thick coat as high as my head and lean into it ready to drift-off. At which point you don’t for reasons just slightly out of my grasp. After some time has passed you do but not easily as whilst slightly slumped trying to focus on the words in front of me. The shifting from the comfortable spot that you have settled into so completely and fully probably the key factor.
That limbo like area of sleeping awake, dreaming that merges with the present, sounds and feeling moving through the real and the felt of subconscious-ness. Exceedingly difficult to create but wholly wondrous to experience. Absolutely and individually unique, probably the reason it so tricky to describe so perfectly. But fun trying and remembering.


a shout to the dinosaur in the moon, fred-oh that cheeky fred, the easy confusion of sexuality and plushtix.


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The usual cups o‘tea,
Kafka-investigations of a dog,
Alien and aliens


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swindonia happened!!! or. tuesday words one.

somehow i made it aaaall the way to swindonia with an hour stop off in loondoon. snow cannot stop us rugged northeners! was fucking ace seeing the guys and girls and i am immensely glad it happened! us four lads had muchos pub fun on friday, lovely local boozers provided us with ale and rum and that blonde drying parts of herself on that fire! saturday brought us feelin nice an hanging and going hunting for the cure of munch! then the girls arrived which was ace's, we had fajita wrap munch and beer, followed by hitting the local boozer which featured stowfords press, the hollies and one of the girls making a friend for life in fred! back to the house for some more boozle yes, tunes, and much talking till loooong into the night/morning. we also learnt some fascinating excercise techniques from one of the girls and leant many things from each other, too much maybe, maybe not. there was a couple of insidents of drama over the weekend but no permanent damage was done fortunately, possibly even increased bonding. sunday brought my return back up north. ridonkulously early on a sunday after a lush but rushed breakfast. caught my coach, two hours break in loondoon wher unfortunately i missed seeing my loondoon cockney brah, but i did see buckingham palace. so i can say i've seen that, not that it blew my tiny llittle mind or owt. nine hours later i was home, it was LUSH seeing everyone and i woudn't have missed it for the world! massive congratulations are in order for my brother for organising his upcoming photography mission/adventure! and for our favourite canadian lassy for getting her job! you both did ace, coudn't be happier for you both ;)




on an un-related bent.

arthur dent - no, listen. benji said its easy to suspect, that if theres any real truth, its that the entire multi-dimensional infinity of the universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.


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crossing the country and deffying weather,
metamorphosis-franz kafka
ian dury and the blockheads


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elrossiter doesnt know where his towel is! or. swindonian weekend, we shall see. . . . . or kellogs fruit an fibre YES!

short one i think today'ish.

brief negative-technology and where we are headin terrifies the hell out of me, money confounds and also terrifies me.

positive (more so at least)-i do believe i have become addicted to kellogs fruit and fibre cereal! ha i have a massive bowl of it in the morning with a cup o'tea. not like a 'normal' person offcourse because i will pick out some of the raisins and put them pack in the packet or if theres loads i will put some in the bin. . . . raisins in cereal is wrong!! but i will struggle and fight my way through the chewy buggers happily. sometimes i'll have a bowl during the day but why do i find myself thinking about it so much!!! coincindentally i have just finished a bowl. i am happy to admit to being a weirdo.

if everything goes to plan i will be having a swindonian weekend at my brother joes! with cai amanda, natalie, ed and angela-not sure about holli.



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fruit and fibre ;)
richard farina
the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy audio book read by stephen moore

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