Archive for March 12, 2008

Shoot the runner!

Shoot the runner!

It’s a few months since I last went swimming or in fact, got any real exercise. So this week, after much scoffing of the dessert kind, I have decided to start being active again. However, that does not mean I’m going to go running like all those sad b*@#&^s (they need shooting), nor will I sign up to some big, scary gym, full of posers and perverts. I’m simply going to dedicate 45 minutes of every evening to a harsh and highly demanding workout DVD.

 
I’ve never been the type to go out of my way to keep fit but after weeks of stuffing myself with Cherry Bakewells and Viennese Whirls, it’s time I burned some of it off, 
Right now, my legs are still recovering from Monday’s session but I’m sure that’s just because I haven’t done anything so strenuous in a while. So tonight I’m back on it and determined to get back the skinny 16 year old body I had when I was, er, 16. I know it won’t happen overnight but it will happen! Hopefully… 

 

  
 
 
Recommended track: ‘Shoot The Runner’ by Kasabian. 
 
photo-16.jpg “Let the sweating commence!”

 

Dream On…

Dream On…

Every morning I wake up wondering how I manage to dream about such strange situations. They’re always really vivid and sometimes they can freak me out throughout the whole of the next day. 
However, last night, I dreamt about a speckled dolphin. I think either I was trying to ride it through the waves or someone else was. Either way, it was pretty bizarre and I want to know what it means.

So, I’ve typed ‘dream dictionary into Google and found this website called www.myjellybean.com, where there’s an A-Z of dreams. Funnily enough, ‘dolphin’ is on the list and this is what it says:

Dolphins
Seeing a dolphin in your dream is a very good omen. Dolphins symbolizes spiritual guidance, intelligence and emotional trust. Use your mind to its capacity and you will move upward in life. Seeing a dolphin also means you are good at exploring your emotions. To dream that you are riding a dolphin represents your optimism and love for humankind. 

I;m hoping that means my current negative attitude will soon fade to make way for happier times! However, I haven’t had seafood for a while so perhaps it’s just a symptom of withdrawal…


Recommended track: ‘Dolphins Were Monkeys’ by Ian Brown.



My recurring dream:

For years now, I’ve had this recurring dream in which I’m back at high school (which I happened to hate with a passion).
In the dream, I’m desperate to go to the loo but when I get there, all the scruffy, horrible chav girls in my year are hanging out in there, smoking, vandalising the walls and generally being a disgrace. All the toilet cubicles are either full or their doors are hanging off, except for one cubicle which has its door still on, but it’s cut in half. I’m so desperate for a pee, I run into the cubicle with only half a door and they can all see me my top half as I relieve myself! They’re all laughing at me but I have no choice, I’m desperate!
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve had this dream. It’s always the same situation but often in different WCs. 
Dreaming that I turn up to school without my P.E kit is another recurring dream but I don’t have that one as often.

The weird thing is, now I’m back in England and working in Bradford, where I used to go school, I’m seeing a lot of faces I recognise – people who were in my class at the very same school I dream about. I hoped I’d never have to lay eyes on those idiots again but here I am. So, I’m wondering if perhaps, these dreams were almost premonitions, telling me that I’d be exposed to these people again, just like I am in the dreams, particularly the toilet one.
What do you reckon?



What was I thinking?

n508269450_98747_96692.jpgWhat was I thinking? This morning, my friend Nicky, a girl I met in Spain (and our drummer’s sister), emailed me some pictures of me and the rest of the band, Sammy’s Escape, supporting Steve Harley & Cockney Rebel at Estepona bullring back in August 2007. I have to admit, it brought a tear to my eye. So much has changed since then. When I look at the pictures, I think of how happy I was and how boring my life is now that I’m back in England. I must have been insane to leave such a beautiful place, such crazy but interesting people and friends that became more like family to me. What was I thinking?!!!  Anyway, the gig was awesome, one of my greatest achievements so far. I’d love the chance to do it again someday but who knows what’s around the corner…   check out some of the photos below: n508269450_98744_89802.jpgn508269450_98746_94452.jpgn508269450_98747_96693.jpgn508269450_98750_3492.jpgn508269450_98753_15112.jpgwith-a-rebel.jpg Recommended track of the day: ‘Honest Mistake’ by The Bravery.