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went outside the other day #13
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I’ve recently been feeling nostalgic in a way that I’m not fully comfortable with. A nostalgia that brings back a certain feeling I haven’t felt in a long time, and I seem to have been detaining deliberately. While I cannot discern what it is, or find le most juste, it may have been rising to the surface by degrees for a time. This feeling seemed to culminate after listening to Johnny Flynn’s newly released single Raising the Dead from his latest album Sillion, to be released on the 24th March. I was filled with a sense of ease by his familiar husky tone and seafaring ambience. Flynn’s ever-appealing resonator guitar and sombre resonance came forth to greet me like an old friend and I was in complete awe. From Raising the Dead I revisited A Larum, Been Listening and Country Mile. I felt as if my past was tangible, and I was reminded of half-abandoned moments in my life, of the people I shared them with, and I felt like I was going to explode.
For myself - as well as many others - Johnny Flynn played an incipient role in my maturation and the development of my musical appetite. Johnny Flynn introduced me to Laura Marling, who in turn introduced me to Mumford & Sons, who led me to Bear’s Den, Michael Kiwanuka, Old Crow Medicine Show, Ed Sharpe, Childish Gambino, Rachel Sermanni and (I’m incredibly ashamed to say) Captain Kick and the Cowboy Ramblers. Without these people I would never have had any of the friends that made me seem and feel like an actual functioning human being; albeit for a time. By returning to these artists and their music I am reminded of so much that I have been avoiding.
I’m reunited with Mark for the Tour of Two Halves. I’m getting adequately warm and tipsy at Communion events despite being considerably underage (I’m sorry, Maz). I’m in a tent with Erin, Maria & Ryan sharing a box of Summer Moon. I’m miraculously holding my bladder for a solid 9 hours at the Olympic Park in order to maintain my position at the barrier. I’m running halfway across London in an insane pair of heels whilst Alyssa listens to me breathlessly vaunt about the fact that Ezra Koenig must have smiled at me for a brief moment, or at least Rostam definitely did. I’m standing next to Pip as Tom Cowan tells her about his cat’s balding spots. I’m at Rough Trade and Este Haim is signing my boob. I’m at the Brighton Dome for the Wilder Mind album release and it doesn’t feel like it used to. I’m not with my people, and Tom Hobden is in the wrong sodding band.
Were these my “glory days”? Is it just me that finds that term entirely absurd? I thought my “glory days” were supposed to be my early twenties, right before my father eventually sells me off to a wealthy financier – or at least to the highest bidder. I’m not sure if this entire realisation has been a waste of time since I can’t get back the past 3-4 years which are a complete haze, or if I’ve actually learned to appreciate things more and not resent those that made me feel better - or happy, even. But I’m aware, and I’m grateful.
I’m grateful for Stevie, who pretended to be an adult with me when we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing. I am grateful for Ryan, who went against everything he believed in and brought me a bottle of cava to a festival because I was a bougie 15 year old. I am grateful for Maria, who remains my favourite Swede and is generous beyond words. I am thankful for Alyssa, who is astute and continues to put up with me despite everyone else giving up. I am grateful for Cameron, who shared my love for LM and many other things. I am grateful for Michael, who will never read this and who sends me pics of his abs whenever necessary. I am grateful for Cecily, who, on my 17th birthday, took me out in London and dared me to either kiss 17 guys or try to drink 17 tequila shots. I chose the latter. She then hosed me down in her tub like a beached whale. I am grateful for Pip, who was my absolute rock and experienced some of the most bizarre shit with me, like the aforementioned moment with Tom Cowan. I am grateful for Aimee, Theresa, Hannah, Nessa, Ashish, Karen, Rhys, Ross, Josie, Jack, Kendall, Caitlin, Sofia, Amy and Keiran. I miss you all. It just took Johnny Flynn to remind me of that - the bastard.
On an 11 hour flight to L.A. I wrote down these steps. What steps? “The 11 Steps of an 11 Hour Flight That Everyone Experiences”
Hour 1.
I found my seat and got comfortable. 10 minutes after takeoff the lady next to me fell asleep on my shoulder, she woke up 5 minutes later and said “If I do that again, just wake me.” She did it again. I didn’t wake her. That would just be… rude, I thought. And so she woke up again but didn’t say anything the second time, but instead looked at me as if I was weird, as if I should have said something, apologised even, like I was getting something out of this, like perhaps I was an airline creep sleeper who got pleasure out of the weight of a stranger head resting gently on my shoulder. Which I don’t, let me get that very clear. I’d happily commit to a new life as a Siamese twin over telling someone to get off.
Hour 2.
The air hostess walked down the aisle and asked if I wanted a drink. She asked it twice because I took my headphones off half way through the first time she asked, despite hearing her both times. I accepted and enjoyed my drink. I then went to the toilet. There was a slight queue, the man in front of me turned around and looked at me in the silence of the roaring plane engine. He nodded. I nodded. We knew we would both soon be peeing.
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Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life - DIY Viewing Party
Ever since news broke about the upcoming Gilmore Girls Netflix Revival Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life, I’ve wanted to do something to commemorate the occasion. I grew up watching Gilmore Girls and I like to think it is the only reason I can read and talk at an absurdly fast pace. I could only ever afford to build up my DVD collection to series 3 and, therefore, spent at least a month every year slowly going through every episode on watch series (thank god for Netflix, I wouldn’t have the attention span for that nowadays). I also participated in a 30 Day Gilmore Girls Challenge on tumblr almost 7 years ago, posts can still be found today if you know where to look; be careful though, there’s a lot of One Direction gifs I am not proud of.
Real insightful, 12 year old Carol.
ANYWAY - to the point of this post.
I decided to take the Date Night with Mom idea and make it a little more, well, me. I also only wanted to spend money on food.
X
X
X
And you can’t forget about Big Edie and Little Edie, I mean come on.
FOOD
The SORTED boys helped me out massively here with their 3 Epic Movie Snacks video. I wanted to make everything in it, however I’m too lazy so I just picked their Bacon and Cheddar Gourmet Popcorn.
Obviously these bad boys (you don’t get much of a selection at ASDA).
And these cupcake toppers stuck into Nigella Lawson’s Red Velvet Cupcakes.
X X X
DRINKS
“COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE”
I would’ve made boozy coffees but I don’t have any chocolate liquor, so the booze part of this is going to just be mulled wine and/or mulled cider because: A) Christmas
and
B) it was all I had.
and the finishing touch -
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went outside the other day #12
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Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness? Can one pass oneself the sponge wet with vinegar from a reed?)
Maggie Nelson, Bluets
What cannot be said will be wept.
Sappho, Fragments
There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.
Adrienne Rich, Sources

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