camp

The morning after Danny's birthday party. I actually love this picture so bad, probably because every detail has some form of explanation, and there are so many memories attached to this night. Mine and Rogan's tent, that we borrowed from Matthew, undoubtedly collapsed before anyone even got inside, so we were left to sleep literally under the stars, which was the weirdest feeling ever. And because we were so close to Manchester Airport, i couldn't get used to the noise, and just the general idea of it all. This was also before we managed to open the tin of rice pudding, which is what i'm holding. We ended up using the football trophy on the left to open it.
Adele's pissy tights in the middle, and Helen's stripy baby hat that she found at the bus stop, are just two of the best memories. It's strange how much one picture can bring back so many details even though the picture has long been forgotten. Probably one of my all time favourites.

sunset

one of my all time favourites. rogan took this, so all credit to him, but everytime i look at it, it makes me think of how lucky i actually am, and i stop being so petty. okay, momentarily, but it's still a nice feeling. maybe Blackpool can be beautiful, if only you take the time to look properly.

trainn

We seem to spend countless time on trains. It doesn't bother me at all, and i like the feeling of having somewhere to go enough, that you plan your route via the train.

These were on the way back from the Shred Yr Face Tour in Manchester, where we saw Los Campesinos!, No Age and Times New Viking. Africa came with me because she knew i wasn't okay, even though i promised her i was. She probably knows me better than i do.

l'espagne

okay so it was the worst holiday i ever remember going on, but, it wasn't all that bad. coming home was worse; more than i can even remember.

skeleton boii

some pictures i took at Preston 53 degrees on 29/09/08. it was the second time i'd seen Friendly Fires, and they didn't disappoint. they were supported by i call shotgun, and jape.
jape are definately worth a listen, they were fantastic.

www.myspace.com/richiejape

Miss Hollie Pattison

How did i not guess, not even from the Eel Pie address on the reverse of the envelope? And oh yes i knew that Robert Smith was from Blackpool, happy days.

l-e-e-d-s 08

oh leeds leeds festival. me and africa went again this year, our second time, and it was so fantastic, i can't even put it into words. we met up with calro and spenny on the sunday, and everything was just, great.

i can hardly remember, but we saw;
pete and the pirates, yeasayer, the killers, the cribs, los campesinos, sergeant, white lies, foals, mystery jets, santogold, seasick steve, last shadow puppets, hadouken, future of the left, bloc party, biffy clyro, late of the pier, friendly fires, the teenagers, rage against the machine, serj tankian, glasvegas, ida maria. there's more but i can't think. not cool.




Yeasayerr
Los Campesinos
Biffyy Clyro

The Cribs and Johnny Marr

jarman

aha The Cribs at Coventry Kasbah. this was the day of my last ever GCSE, and i'd literally ran from my French writing exam, straight into the car and we drove straight to Cov. okay so i look overly happy, but i full on was. Ryan Jarman makes me feel all funny.
good old box fringe days