The Tale of When Colin said ‘Wow’ & Three Foxes
It is said that when one is in some sort of ‘deep profound thinking mode’ reminiscent of a 4th dimension where all you have is creativity & often majestic thoughts at your disposal… one could write a story, sleep & dream or figure out reality. Well this happened to me a few hours ago.
Sitting on a train gives you few options, with the inclusion of little leg room and fat men whom are most charming still tend to reek of things too unfriendly. Although if you have been in the humidity of late, you really can’t blame them or myself for being like that. The other things you can do on a train are to read a newspaper, the guardian is suitable for this. What I have been reading is ‘No One Belongs Here More Than You’ by Miranda July, which is a book, that is also useful for trains. It contains many profound short stories.. one of them fairly tender & almost erotic sent my imagination on one weird & wonderful journeys…
.. I landed in the buffet carriage on the train minutes later, ordered red wine, sat down and watched the land sail by in the golden sun which glides through the rough Cornish landscape, and thought of the last few days preceding this.
Monday, oh how I do love getting up. At least it was sunshine and a full battery on the ipod. The train journey was fluid, straight to reading & there is this girl on the train, fairly down to earth & fashion conscious.. she asks where the nearest table is on the train and I point towards first class so she toddles off.. unfortunately she wasn’t first class so gets chucked out, comes back and sits opposite me and I have chuckle. Reading station arrives, my mums there, not much to say, we go home. Ice cream.
Tuesday (24th) rolls along, today is the day I go see Radiohead in Victoria Park, London. My brother skips school by saying he has a dentist appointment. Not a lot to say, we get there, we buy beer, we talk with bar staff, whom I used to be one of at these events. After shits/giggles & excitement we are presented with Bats For Lashes, whom are a very hippy-esque dreary melodic band that tell tales of children. haha… well they were actually fantastic, or maybe I just fancied the singer… as that’s often the case. Although it was short lived as the stage power died. There was so much ‘waiting’ time during this day. Radiohead came on and did a very eclectic set, it was not so much a good set as it was a collective performance and fairly rushed for what I’m used to from them. However, it was none the less astonishing. They played so many good tunes. After a legendary performance of Nude by the band, Thom is almost angelic on a pedestal and when turning around, Colin the bassist insists by seeing his lips.. he utters ‘wow’. The set list.. find it elsewhere please, my minds frazzled. Got home @ 2-3am? stupid Victoria line being closed.
Wednesday? today? yep. Woke up, got on bus, got on train, got on train, got on train, got on train. Saw a goat and three foxes, a drunk and a hell of a lot of Glastonbury wayfarers. There was tons, here I was expecting the train journey to be relaxing, it amazes me how dozens of people my age that have layers upon layers on with sleeping bag for faces and tent pegs for legs seem to cram into Carriage E.
I did however after talking with some of them often without choice because of their intimate presence, enjoy buying & drinking the wine.
So ends my second year at university, may it be defined by Flight of the Conchords, Burnout & Classberg. I met so many people this year, I love them all very much. Big up you.
Peace & teacakes for all. x
