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The Green Man Festival

DSCF2013What a treat we all had, with the delights of bands I already knew and sought out like Animal Collective, Gang Gang Dance, Camera Obscura and Grizzly bear, to the unfamiliar Wilko, The Lesuire Society, The Gentle Good and Peter Broderick, just a few of the delights I saw stowed away in the Brecon Beacon’s last weekend.

The festival is all but a dream now, and it’s hard to imagine that I was ever there squatting on Andysloos and drinking chai brandies.

The moments were exceptional, to share beautiful music with friends and for me be the most open I have ever felt around people who I adore, was a real experience.

Some festival classics

Me getting Bon Iver confused with Akron Family, I wondered why they weren’t wearing headbands

Dom comparing everything to Battles and saying she’d have a cup of tomato ketchup

Owen’s incredible love of everything, “let’s have a lovely sit down,”  “this wine it’s really lovely,”  “that’s really lovely that is,”  “that’s a great photo,”  his enthusiasm obviously fuelled by his double breakfasts

Jay and his willy wees, pork scratchings and oh yes philosophy

Adam in his I’m moving vigour and real ale party antics till 6am

Amy “chai wallah wallah”

Mish to India, a rave in a cave, and the wicker man – all in five minutes

Chris, my little moomin friend, King Kreosote doesn’t suck, and if you think he does don’t say it to the man himself.

We had fun, we had chai, we had rain, we had laughs, we had scran (that one’s for Mat), it was a honkin time that will be documented


Green Man

Here we come . . . whoop 


Irony and Morisette

Ironic or just bad timing? more tomorrow, it’s bad timing

I am reading or rather dipping in and out of a book called the Alluring  problem by D I Enright, images 2 which I have just foud out retails on Amazon marketplace for 1p.

So far I have learnt, that in 1985 crocodile meat was to be sold for human consumption in Australia because the reptile was no longer an endangered species.

The more I start to think I understand irony, is often when I get more confused.

Irony should be a disconnect of the outward message to what it is actually saying, so the irony of the croc is that we should celebrate the fact that they are no longer endangered by killing them for the barbie.

Makes sense, but then Alanis Morisette came along.

Apparently her sense of irony is not ironic, is that ironic? maybe she’s called a double bluff, but here is why her lyric don’t live up to the label she’s slapped on the single. (ps this is not from Enright unless he is way ahead of his time)

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day

It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid

It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
‘Well isn’t this nice…’

And isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It’s a traffic jam when you’re already late
It’s a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
A little too ironic… and yeah I really do think…

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

just shitty coincidence

completely mising the point of irony, which could be a double bluff

maybe ironic don’t you think?

she scores

Coco avant Chanel


I enjoyed it much more than I thought. Though I love Audrey Tautou, I couldn’t help thinking it might turn out to be another “Devil Wears Prada” that wasn’t saved by Meryl Streep.

But then Anne Hathaway has never been an actress with any flair in my book, in the same way that I never empathise with any Keira Knightley characters, who was actually offered the role. I wouldn’t have bothered to spend £3.20 if she’d accepted.

The film covers life for Gabrielle Chanel aka  Coco before she becomes the fashion designer we now have embedded in our subconscious. I remember Hello magazine from when Princess Diana was alive and her wearing a red and pink dress, which I was morbidly against. Now I might have only been 10 years old, but if I had to hazard a guess I would have told my friends, for elaboration, that the dress was a Chanel.A410AZDCAZUVOM0CALQ902RCAW3N3YJCAKWKIOOCACTWIO8CAJY0LX0CAXZM12MCAZNJYHGCAWVZ8HNCAHNV1S5CA80AL0SCAIRN8ETCAZ34GK3CATYVY60CA5E2FFICAK4M2FYCAYI5WIRCAYYRK04

The two symbols that have become emblematic of the brand, are far from the bland Coco that we see in the film, her style was geeky, shapeless and carried with flair away from the frou frou of the tea cake tarts.

Chanel markets herself on the fact that it ain’t luxury if it ain’t comfortable.

I loved the portrayal in the film of Coco’s relationships with men, Balsen and Boy, though Boy annoyed me immensely. I wish he hadn’t bothered to utter any English, for me it took away from the beauty of the film, it seemed a sloppy  token gesture.

Some things I’ve learnt about Coco:

  • Coco was born in 1883 and died in 1971 so she had a pretty good innings
  • Her name was mis-spelt Chasnel when her birth was recorded, this made things tricky for biographers (I did not learn this from the film)
  • In 1913 Coco introduced sportswear into her boutique in Deauville (I did not learn this from the film)
  • not to be confused with Coco Channel, which seperates the coco islands and the North Andaman islands

I liked the film and find Coco an interesting character, I’d be tempted to check out some of the other films about different eras of her life even though they don’t star Tautou, and so far not Knightley.

I won’t be buying the perfume, not until I’m 67 and going on a cruise anyway.

Back a bit more spritely and stuffed with Shakespeare

Yesterday, I missed writing for the thought, as I was editing using Shakespeare and drinking Crabbies. The whole image doesn’t really fit it’s like this mathematical equation for which I will use pictures to illustrate



                  = harking back to the hours and times

                      where lashings of ginger beer

                      makes summer welcome

                      flowed your dearest desire

                      and ham rolls thy beauties

                      were an ever fixed mark

here’s an old poem I’m too tired

Tea Stains


These days rain keeps falling

banging breaking skin

unfinished memories stick

replay another digit


Often I forget other pieces

these regrets sprawled

jogging cider vinegar

I remember taste


Blanket filth accompanies

cradling lukewarm tea

sugar numb pain

drinking mine black


The days trickle blank noise

pretence streaks made

disposable people

approach the mirror


I stare becoming south

discussions create disgust

introducing cognitive flaws

reality swept windwards


Other people ring harsh bells

I chime only deaf noise

tea selection remains static

black no sugar strong

Synchronicity and spelling mistakes

Firstly, I am going to point out that I have just been through all the posts in my blog to fix all of my spelling mistakes, there were loads.

I did mean to put public hair in the Marina Abramovich Presents review, but I have since changed it, due to my embarrassment in sloppy English. I have my pre-uni lecturer and friend to thank for pointing this out to me, good job my degree wasn’t in English.

 Oh damn it was

I’ve been thinking a lot today about history and collective guilt.

Reading Malcolm X writing on white people’s guilt for putting the black people down, has made me start to question race, nationality and think about the “collective unconscious.”

 Now I am not somebody who has ever suffered oppression because of Race or Religion, and I don’t know how to feel about the fact that we are all responsible for society’s actions.

Anyway I’m going to finish reading before I return to this,

It made me start thinking of what I refer to as synchronicity, where I think that something is going to happen and therefore it does.

On Sunday for instance Adam and I thought we were going to run into people we knew, but did not know so well and we both did.  Is this an instance of synchronicity I ask myself? Baring in mind we were in Manchester on Sunday.


Doing very little research for fun: here is what I have found

Events are synchronous because cause and effect work together, so when you think about something it transfers into reality.  

An event not causally related, but related through their occurrence in time, such as thinking about the phone ringing and it ringing.

Jung refers to this as a meaningful coincidence

Jung used the evidence of synchronicity to suggest that the collective unconscious exists;

I then learned of apophenia(would be a good band title) this is when connections are assumed when there isn’t any.

Like a book falling to the floor meaning the library is closing.  Or me thinking that apophenia would be a good name for a band and there turning out to be a band with that name and saying “how strange is that?”

Apophenia is controversial!! It may be a sign of a mental disorder

I thought I’d see if there were any funny or lovely stories of synchronous events and I found this

Amazing picture of a bat who hitchhiked a ride on a shuttle into space – mirror.co.uk

imagesfunny but not really synchronous

computer glaze

I’m suffering from it, that hazy feeling that comes about when too much time has been spent in one spot staring at words.

My world is now a blurry dizzy one due to the well known phenomenon.

I am judging time in a lapsy dasical way my doctors trip takes 20 minutes by bike, so I can only excuse my lateness on computer glaze, I left at 8.40 appointment 8.50, hmmm

Similarly I am still sat here writing and I need to be in East Didsbury for 7.30, my plans of going to Morissons have been scuppered at least

I may write again later but  think I am going to need the clarity of mind that unfortunately only a bitter shandy can give me as I’m driving.

useless information I’ve learnt today

  1. To tell when your opened sun cream is off you can look at the barcode to the little number code at the side such as 12M meaning that it will last for twelve months after you open it.  Mine hasn’t got a bar-code on it anymore this is a sign that it expired 3 years ago.
  2. Apparently drinking too much cloudy coppella apple juice gives you the green apple shits
  3. If you get your hair cut by trainees they use the code P for perfect and R for represent
  4. Bikram yoga is practiced at 103degrees
  5. my brother has only had 1 hour sleep each night last week from too much partying in Reno

Silver Apples and Silver clouds

 Andy Warhol’s silver clouds

Every cloud has a silver lining.  Well no every cloud is silver for me.  This is a good thing I assure you.

Silver Apples I thought I’d give it a big up, because I have had some lovely times in this place.Silver Apples - Manchester

They serve mighty fine beers and good beer, good place + lovely boyfriend = Happy Becksie

Today was the 3rd time I’ve been in and I had 1pint of nutty black, 4 stuffed vine leaves, carrot salad with mung beans and butternut squash and rocket, yum yum. This cost me £6. This is good.

What happened to Oscar?

First time was my introduction to chocolate floris and how to fit too many people comfortably into relatively little space.

Second time was sat outside with a dog (not you Adam) who I diagnosed with cysts, and drinking I think it might have been Bruge wheat beer that tasted of orange peel and coriander.  It makes the main road seem like a really decadent place to sit.

Third time today, sat inside lovely stuff, had as mentioned above and felt nice and satisfied.  Left confused thinking that David Gray was amazing because I thought I heard the bar guy say a good song was him, but no, Davy Graham is the beautiful culprit.

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