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Deux (favourite song)

I'm not going to lie, I've been putting this one off. Its also taken me bloody ages from writing the title to clicking 'Publish Post'.

I could go off on a rant about how the question is stupid and demeaning and what the hell does 'favourite' really mean anyway because it can be so relative and in what context is it held and how the hell can I just pick ONE and and and yeah. Even though I feel like I'm missing so many - while some of my favorite bands greats like Nirvana, The Rolling Stones and The Clash aren't even featured - I decided to go for a selection of songs which personally affected/still affect me the most, not just those based on the respect and recognition they rightly deserve.

The Pixies - Doolittle

Three years ago I was in a little independant record shop and I heard a weird-but-kind-of-absolutely-amazing-song playing in the store and I proceeded to ask the owner who the band was. £5 and a thousand consecutive plays later I had fallen in love with music and it changed my life. So no, I won't pick just one song from this album.

The Cure - Just Like Heaven

This evokes nostalgic memories I don't even have.

The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

"To die by your side would be such a heavenly way to die" - the most depressingly romantic lyric known in pop culture?

The Wombats - Moving To New York

So my music taste has definitely evolved drastically over the past 3 years but this is just fantastic simple noughties (eurgh don't you just hate that word) british indie at its best. It brings so much nostalgia to my summers of 2009/2010 and I still feel like even today its lyrics apply to me so well.

Gossip - Standing In The Way Of Control

This was my fuck my parents fuck my life fuck everything lets get absolutely fucked song of a few summer ago.

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Utter sex. Perfect rock. My god that bass line. Simplicity at its best.

The Dodos - Undeclared

This makes me feel warm and fluffy but incredibly sad and lonely at the same time. Its remarkable how two instruments, two voices and a few notes evoke such depth and emotion. It reminds me why I love music. A gorgeous little thing this is.

I Blame Coco - Kato

Exactly the same goes for this gem as well. Her voice is beautiful, you can tell she's Sting's daughter. For some reason I seem to love music that initially may be heard as sweet or upbeat but which infact has an darker element of sadness to them.

Interpol - Untitled

There's just something about this that I can't quite put into words. Plug in some good bass speakers and turn this up loud.

The XX - xx

This is possibly my second favourite album of all time after Doolittle and again I can't pick just one song. The whole thing is a bit of a modern masterpice. I've never heard anything quite like it. I randomly stumbled onto this video about half a year before they hit the masses and I was instantly hypnotized.

The Animals - House Of The Rising Sun

I don't believe this one needs any actual explanation why its one of my favourites.
It is just pure and unadulterated genius/sex/badass. And him. Those eyes. That voice. Man, that voice. And the keyboardist, fuck he has some talent. Look at them all staring at you at the end, like they know. How could you not fall in love with this.

Fuck it, I take everything back I said before. This is my favourite song of all time.

I'm just going to leave this here...

Best music video, ever.

The only men in the world who can wear eyeliner and not look like a bunch of twats.

Marry me guys.

Please.

A weekend in North of the 'Amptons: Part 1

You know you should probably post long overdue pictures when your dear 'friends' actually start hacking into your blog and leave delightful threatening messages for you to find... ahem.

This was literally taken around 5 minutes after I arrived. I pride myself in my ability to make any room look like a shit tip in a matter of seconds. Its a fine skill that is.

Lezbyans 4 lyyyfff

Vodka + cuppa soup = the most amazing and nutritious pre-drink ever created.

Ah, the obligatory 'hey can I try on your glasses' ritual that happens every single time I'm around drunk people. I can only laugh.

Isn't it funny how we seem to be obsessed over taking pictures of ourselves. Its not as if we don't know what we look like. Its especially the ones where we suddenly jump into a pose and the right angles to flatter ourselves as much as possible for the camera, which irk me the most. Its not like we're exactly capturing a special moment in time by doing so. I wonder what it is. Vanity? A primal instinct to look as good as we can to attract the desired sex when we post them online for all to see? I don't know.

Its the photos which are candid and unexpected which I find so much more appealing. They tend to evoke questions and curiosity, and hold some sort of story behind it.

I mean, guys, you know.

This lovely little ditty makes me happy and not grumpy about the world.

*Repeats play button*

REMEMBER TO ALWAYS SIGN OUT WHEN ON SOMEONE ELSES COMPUTER.

Ohh my dear love, please don't delete my lovely post here :). I clicked to add a new fecking tab on my internet and casually looked through my bookmarks, and there looking at me was your minimized face... So i thought id click it and WHALAAHHH you didn't sign out your account so I thought I would leave you a stoopid message. Anywhoo, UPLOAD THE GODAMN PHOTOS! or you'll never be invited back to the beautiful and quaint town of Northampton.

UHHHH!! and to your left a picture of my beautiful drunken face as a remembrance so you wont forget what I look like and for your lonely celibate sex free nights...

much love,

Ira xo

Un (favourite film)

I have been to a grand total of 2 of my English Canon seminars since I have been at uni and I have to wake up in just over 3 hours time if I decide to actually go today. I also have a load of overdue photos to post. So, of course, I am going to launch my 30 day challenge stupid tumblr thing on this fine friday morning.
Duh, what else.

So sue me its a cliché cult classic and I am fully aware that anyone who has any knowledge of pop culture can recite at least 3 quotes from it from the top of their heads. And yes I know that it is by far not the best film out there in terms of cinematic feats.

However this coked up little gem here seeded my utmost prevailing love for film when at the tender age of 11 years I decided it would of course be a good idea to watch this rated 18 mysterious video tape. Roughly two hours later I was left feeling repulsed, shocked, utterly confused. Yet at the same time I was completely in awe. I finally understood that film (lets ignore the infestation of shitty 3D ones for a moment shall we) is a medium of art, expression, politics, true story telling, a fuck you world, everything.

Very few other films leave me feeling in some sense - dare I even say it - numinous but from the top of my head A Thin Red Line and Reservoir Dogs are also pretty fucking good.

I don't think I can quite process just how much film has changed me as a person over the years. The way I think, act, dress, look at the world, appreciation of art, adoration for music and literature, and so much more, have all been influenced by film in some way or another.

Isn't that fucking crazy.

Yet its funny how at the same time it is equally just as much of way of escapism from mundane reality.

This all makes me wonder what I would be like as a person if film or cinema was never created. Would I still be 'myself'? It seems to confirm my belief of Sartre's existentialism claim that man has no nature. Or nurture over nature. Whatever you want it call it.

Even just talking about the concept of what Pulp Fiction represents to me and seeing how it takes my mind into these different ideas and paths and ways of thinking makes me love it all the more.

And I haven't even touched on the actual film itself.

(If by some insane reason you have not watched it, what the hell are you doing. Go. Now. Its bad-motherfucking-ass. Trust me.)

Inability to think up of a good title

I cannot be bothered to write anything vaguely intelligent.

Oh look, more photos.

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This is Sophie. Sophie is a sort of maniac if you will. She tends to lie down on restaurant floors on occasion.

This is day we went slightly insane and ended up walking round the co-op with a bowl of green beans. Naturally we decided to buy dog biscuits and proceeded to torment my flatmate with them.




Retaliation from the enemy.



Enjoy, and welcome to my mind.
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