02/02/2015- I can’t think of a title. Don’t make me do it

(I’ve been listening to a lot of wordy podcasts/Desert Island Discs this evening so instead of improvising, so to speak, I’ve typed up one of my journals entries from earlier in the month where I walked around a bit and had thoughts about life stuff.) So eloquent, Tara! So verbose!

Greenland tots|National Geographic | December 1973
Greenland tots|National Geographic | December 1973

2nd Feb 2015-

It is odd coming to a city you don’t reside in so so frequently just to walk around desperately trying not to use your Oyster card.

Eventually, the novelty of aimlessly wandering around the streets of the capital wears off (usually, prematurely – you’re only in Euston) so you end up getting on a bus to anywhere, lest the unfortunate situation of having to realise you’ve been walking for 8 miles heading into a north-west suburb because you were following someone in a leopard print coat. (Happened.)

There is a weird joy I get from padding around the pavements of London, having no idea of where I am or why I’m bothering. I consider it a kind of weird, me-time. Some people treat themselves to a manicure, I spent £20 on a slow commute up to London just for something to do. (I also frequently get my nails done. I’m worth it. I am so poor.)

It’s quite a rare thing to be walking somewhere with no real intention or purpose, able to walk that bit faster as you’re not using breath to talk or laugh with someone. My only rule is no iPods. Yes, sometimes it’s nice to soundtrack your days pretending you’re in a film of your own sad, twee life (hopefully directed by Hal Ashby), but you seriously miss out on the most GOLDEN conversations if walking with earplugs.

Example A: (heard when walking through a strangely serene Southwark yesterday evening)

Girl to 2 other friends:

(very persuasive, trying to make a point) “I mean, yes, it’s unconventional- I suppose. (Mimics a posh accent)- So… how did you meet your boyfriend? – Well, he sent me a dick pic and we just took it from there, really!” (Cue friends in hysterics.)

I don’t feel lonely as much I think I ought to during these solo visits- which is either a really good thing to be able to do or really introverted and weird, depending on how you look at these things.

Enough about me, anyway. I’m sitting in an empty Pret-style health food place, the emptiness odd due to it’s super central location, (hey, guys, it’s not a Starbucks but they still serve coffee! And pay tax!)  Whatever, it had available plug sockets.

There is a man stocking up the fridges on his own, whistling to every song on this Samba Mix CD (remember- no iPods, comrades.) Oh! to be him! I wish I knew these songs so I could whistle along with him. Maybe, I’ll sit here for seven hours (I have a bit of time to spare), nonchalantly staring at the crease of this book- pretending to read, learning all the melodies and trills totally unbeknown to him.

He’s probably thinking about his girlfriend, or if he’s single, his brother’s girlfriend- and will presume I’m just some hipster reading a book. But alas! How wrong he shall be! I will come back tomorrow, stare him in the eye, sitting at exactly the same table, whistling every song back to him.

Maybe I’ll record some of it now on my phone to get some extra practice in on the ride home.

❤~Sony walkmans keep us walking, De la Soul can help you breathe~❤


I am really not supposed to be doing this, but I am actually sitting with my laptop on a table (as opposed to it’s usual position amidst my duvet and biscuit crumbs) drinking a cup of coffee feeling pretty *professional* so I am more than willing to type.

I had an exam today (don’t worry I’m not going to moan, I am n-o-t. But anyway it went pretty shitty- I actually wrote ‘la television sera plus populaire quand ils diffusent plus documentaires, parce que les gens âgés aiment les documentaires’~ which literally means- “Television will be more popular when they (?????) broadcast more documentaries because old people like documentaries.” I’m sort of feverish, and I couldn’t breathe and started to panic like, “Hey! THIS is why our mums and teachers don’t tell us to spend study leave reading the Princess Diaries!” Today really was a revelation, if anything.

Anyhow, I went tantric shopping- which involves me liking something, standing in the queue until I am next in line and then running back to where I found it and walking out of the shop (as I can’t really afford to be spending £30 on a dress right now. It’s the tease I like. I’m such a tease to myself.)

Feeling lousy and like I’d kind of lost my otherwise constantly present *sparkle*, I reached into the hellhole of my bag and found, this!!!




If you don’t already own this, ever heard it, etc- SLAM DOWN YOUR LAPTOP TOP, smash up YOUR iPad and instantly get down to your local record store (or Amazon if you don’t have any clean pants.)

(aside) Do you ever play some really great music when you’re walking and everyone walking around you seems like they’re walking in time?

This album is the best walking music ever.

So many samples of everything you’ve ever heard on so much pop and hip hop records. You’re bound to already know most of the sounds before you’ve heard it. Ugh, it’s just so spectacular.

And also, when I walking through the shopping centre, “TAKE IT OFF!”:

“Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama…
Off? Please? Please..”

Walking past numerous people in suits and looking positively grey against the sky, it’s really nice to walk into time to people saying “Take those fat laces off”


This album sounds like it was SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO fun to make, particularly, ‘De la Orgee’- cause you know. I listened to interview with the boys from the band on Huey Morgan’s 6Music show- and they were just like ‘Yeah it was totally fun!’

Check this out for good clothes etc: Me Myself & I


It’s so nice to listen to something that isn’t so emotionally draining, stuff you can dance t0- that promotes having fun without doing hard drugs or fucking bitches or whatever, and they hardly ever swear, which is kinda great- cause it’s not always so necessary.

The lyrics are so great, with stuff  from ‘Can U keep a secret’:

Paul has dandruff
Posdnuos has a lot of dandruff
Mase has big fat dandruff
Trugoy has dandruff
Everybody in the world, you have dandruff

I mean: “Everybody in the world you have dandruff” is the biggest fuck you to everyone who kills your ~vibes~, brothers.

Here is a De la Soul cake
Here is a De la Soul cake

Finally, ‘Do as De La does’ which is in fact great lifestyle advice:

With the best lyrics ever, including three shouty points and concluding statemets for this post. All is shared, believed and felt wholeheartedly by myself, too.

  • Hey De La Soul, you fucking lasagne heads, that’s better than my mama’s lasagne! Hey! Hey, come on! That was freakin’ A, man! I really wanna take it back home with me, you know!
  • I really get into your fuckin’ music! It’s so excellent! Ah, you big sconzilli heads!
  • De La Soul’s so fuckin’ great!

Jeah jeah!

Oh, and oh my fucking god are you lucky or what, but you can listen to the whole thing here!