Moon Ring

This is a tale of romance, short as it may be it for you has the same effect as it does for me. Which is that sometimes you meet that one person that you I know you will never see again and that this one time you enjoy every moment.

We shall call the girl Ava and the boy Etienne.  The place the story starts and ends are the streets of London. Ava hasn’t been to London she came with friends two days before and is now by herself getting a feel for the city. She is from an equally big city but far away. She was advised to go to Shoreditch but decided to start with Trafalgar square. She is staying at friends in Brixton near academy actually. So she heads to her first stop and gets off at Leicester square and walks down to the square and stops at the lions. She sees a boy of what would seem in his later teenage years she is 18 herself so; she asks him if he has a spare cigarette. He replies “ funny, I was going to ask you the same question” she looks crestfallen so he says “ well why don’t we both help each other out and look together in this hunt for a cigarette.”  So they go round the square asking anyone with a cigarette who at the same time look like they may be willing to give one to two teenagers. Some of the lines go “would it be too much to ask you for a cigarette if that is possible. “Or the conventional “hey, spare cigarette” I will say that the former worked better especially if it was said in the cheeky tones of the boy Etienne. They successfully manage to get a few and thy rejoice in the fact. He then asks her “would it be okay if we were to carry on this adventure, I’m sure we can find something going on.” She hesitates, and then surprises him with the answer “why? Well” to not sound so cliché “why not”

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imgaine if ..

there was no currency at all we paid with chicks, chickens, hens and cockerels. Wallets would be screwed up.

imagine if ..

phrase: glue eyes
definition: your cant take your eyes of something.
or
when your eyes glaze over when you are stoned.

imagine if ..

now im sure everyone has thought this but just picture it if everything we drank was alcoholic. so we were drunk all the time. i think it would either be disastrous or fucking great. 

Lost In Hamburg Part 3

 After being left alone by the bizarre birthday people. Which also made me very homeless. I walked in one direction I cant really remember this point as my drunkenness was so extreme. Anyway I got to a holiday inn and stared at it for a while. I decided screw it I will just lie down some where inside. So I walked through the front doors went up a few levels and just lay down on the stairs. Almost immediately passing out.

I was woken up by a security guard at 8 o’clock sharp. I mumbled the excuse I was just waiting for a friend he saw through it straight away. He proceeded to lead me to the exit. I said goodbye which I wasn’t sure was nice or just cocky. They day light gave me new hope so I once again started the aimless wanderings. Which led to nothing so I did what all teenagers and kids do at a time of crisis

                                                   CALL MUM.

imagine if ..

if I was massive turquoise truck, and i also talked and sang truck like songs.

Imagine if ..

we all simultaneously sneezed and blew up the earth.

imagine if ..

GPS were really lean so the just kept on repeating what they where saying then the just gave up and giggled alot.

Imagine If ..

The apocalypse was to happen. my major concern would be for my plans the next day assuming the apocalypse only takes moments then to happen then the next weeks plans.

Imagine If ..

Christmas was every day, for one thing father christmas would be far slimmer than he is now.

Lost In Hamburg Part 2

So carrying on from roughly where I left off. I walked through the gypsy fun fair, well the remains of it. The last time I was here it was in full summer swing and had a far different effect, as it was I hurried to the end of it clutching my beer and lighting a cigarette. By this point I was blaming my past self for not finding out where to go and as per usual not bringing my phone. so I walked on to the only places I recognised which were few. The only thing I could think about was that I was fucked if I didn’t find the place. So I drank even more and just went on with the journey reassuring myself that I will find it and I do actually know where it is it will all click when I come to the street.  Let me just tell you now that this does not happen hence the title of the story. By this point it was now getting close to 11:30 so I started the good old wander down random streets to see if I recognised anything. I remembered walking near a American apparel and an apple store yet as I was to find out they were no where near my final destination. So I carry on and start to  ask people I see if they can make sense of my scrambled idea of where I should be going. By this point I am on the way to becoming very drunk so the next group of people I find I ask if I can hang out with them and they are more than happy to take me under their wing.

So we go straight to the nearest bar and get some shots, we start with a mexicana which is a shot commonly drank in Hamburg its basically a blood Mary but in a shot glass. We then went on to have vodka with sherbet which was just great, when it comes to about 1. I realise two things I have been pick pocketed and I still haven’t found out where I am meant to be staying. So instead of doing anything about it I just run down a street unti l I find some more people. Then hang out with them which becomes weird even for me being drunk first of all we  buy some drinks which is obviously normal but then we go to each members flat and sing happy birthday to there sleeping flat mates. Which I soon realised by doing this it automatically means I cant stay in any of these peoples flats. Also I got the name of the poor little lost English boy.

imagine if ,,,,

it was normal for geese to be on fire all the time, with constant mutterings of content for the human race on their beaks for humans who set them on fire. all i can say is that it would make everyday life far more entertaining.

imagine if ,,,,

emotions were a luxury item and were manufactured, meaning without buying them we would never feel. it would make literature and music very boring.

Imagine if ..

everyone had a personal soundtrack following them as if  it was a bubble of sound and if you entered someone's bubble you heard their music if not you would only hear your own. .

Lost in Hamburg Part 1

Please picture this if you will , two teenage boys organise to go to Hamburg for the weekend to meet friends.  So, they decide to leave Thursday and as they live in different cities they decide to go to different airports.  The first boy goes to Luton airport this boy also has a phone and knows where to go when he is in Hamburg. The second boy hasn't got a phone, his glasses, or much money (he doesn't generally but that is not the point.) and he also has no clue on where to go when he reaches Hamburg.  Anyways they had arranged to meet at their friend’s house the second boy reassuring the first that he does know where to go ( I must enforce the point that the boy had absolutely no idea as last time he didn't really pay attention when he was walking around). Carrying on with the story the first boy arrived at 7:30 and went straight to their friends house. the second arrived at 9:10.
As I am the second boy i can only tell that story but i will say that i was the one lost in Hamburg.

In the case of realising every minute that i couldn’t remember where to go or even what end of the train i should be on i went to the only two places i knew. I started with the Reeperbahn and though i would start with what the young people do so well and get drunk. You see at this point i was sure that my memory would kick in of the area and i would be at our friends house in no time so i thought you know i will walk there from the where i was.  I will now fill you in a bit more with the characters of the story. The first boy is named Guy and our friend whose house we are staying at is so entitled Marit. We stayed at her house last time we were in Hamburg for the festival Dockville. To keep brief i stated walking to the area called St Pauli. This is vaguely the area where Marit lives.

By the time i manage to get to St Pauli station i am very drunk and in need of meeting my friends.

I start walking in the direction i remember to my awful memory and start on the true journey to my hopeful final destination. It is now that i start to go utterly wrong and in very different direction to the one i should be taking. 

Imagine if ..

imagine if planes were made out of glass and would break at any moment, however a consoling thought would be that you would see a hell of a view, which might almost make up for your impending doom.

Introduction i guess

This blog is all about random thoughts that pop into my head, Anecdotes that i have either lived through or heard from others and finally little stories from everywhere. its also something to read when you have nothing else to do.