after the show, and the imminent 'get out', i said goodbye to a good friend of mine, jay. jay was one of the first people i made friends with on my old music course, which i started as a shy, reserved boy. however, i completed warmed to jay and he has remained one of my very good friends to this day. i will not be seeing him for a long time now, as he has gone back up to liverpool without a reason to return to lincoln, and i of course move to the big smoke in the autumn. until next time, though.
the night ended up at dave's house. a night of martinis, twelve year old scotch, michael jackson on repeat and impromptu dancing that lasted until around 5.30AM, when jack emily and i piled into dave mallett's bed (dave was dead to the world on the sofa downstairs). we woke up at around midday to black coffees with honey and copious amounts of water - and proceeded to fantastic conversation, coffee and cigarettes in dave's living room. after putting the world to rights and cementing eachother's inevitable success, the rabble left dave to his saturday chores at around 3PM. i waltzed into town to try and find ryan a birthday present i had in mind - i looked in every bookshop in lincoln, to no avail. however, i did find leonard cohen - 1956-1966 in jews court for £1.50! an absolute snatch! i had an interesting conversation with the ever-lovely woman in the harlequin bookshop about beautiful losers, and we discussed times we had seen leonard cohen perform...
i went to hmv to buy ryan's presents, in the end. i bought him two albums which mean a very great deal to me, two of the most important and beautiful albums i could imagine giving to someone as a gift, and two albums that ryan was least likely to actually have downloaded...
i went with the smiths debut and my favourite nick drake album, bryter layter. i have always admired nick drake and his music, his dialect and instrumental skills lend themselves to eachother in their beauty, fragility and precision. such a beautiful boy too, with the face of a cherub, and the hair of a goddess...
chime of a city clock was always my favourite track from bryter layter - the urban jazz/soul influences of the track are similar to those prominent in marvin gaye's masterpiece - what's going on. the rural purity of nick drake's voice, when presented with his knowledge of jazz and lounge music, creates a vital, dominating presence. when listening to this song i can smell the rain, i can hear the busses, i can see the slate grey skies and the red bricks...it's songs like these that persuaded me to follow my london dream...
on saturday night we all went to scy to see ryan jarman attempt a dj set. i would have been satisfied, had i seen any evidence of an attempt at all. he didn't even manage to save himself by playing panic...terrible.
however, the night was very much a good one, with aaron playing a cracking set of songs for us to get our jive onto. i managed to make amends where they needed to be made, and it left me feeling comfortable and happy. kelly was sick too, which is always a laugh...
sunday was pretty much uneventful. ryan's birthday, i woke up around mid day with somewhat of a hangover, we all managed to pull ourselves into town for a coffee before kelly and i set off for home at around 3PM.
i stayed at kelly's house on sunday night, and was reminded of just how great a movie dumb and dumber is. that script is absolute comedy gold, and jim carey and jeff daniels are such a fantastic duo.
today i managed to do two hours of flyering before realising i have done every house that needs to be done in ruskington. i'm going to being sleaford tomorrow...i have been ironing for the majority of the afternoon.
i have been so excited about moving to london this week - i keep searching the internet for articles relating to students in london, each time i read something new it fills me with excitement and restlessness...
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