It is an odious task to run away from your own cleaning lady but worse when you are hungry and accompagnied by an equaly hungry person having just finished heavy garden work.
I found myself in such a way and decided at the entrance to the front yard, to reverse and seek food or drink elsewhere.
Knowing of the lunches at the Club House we drove there at 1:30 pm to find it empty except for a small team of two eating there.
The Restaurant, bar, pub is settled on a old race circuit and has a patio looking at onto a lake. The inside has a dark purple feel and a central bar dividing the eating area from the coaches for evening drinks.
No need for aperitif we were hungry!
With a started of Chèvre chaud, this one had the cheese inside little fried wrapped pastry on a bed of lettuce salad.
We were asked if we wanted wine, we say yes and a bottle of Chinon arrived.
Main course was, steak and chips (what else). The steak was bigger than my hand and the chips occupied the rest of the space on the plate. It was made clear by the manager of the Club House that smaller steaks were not permitted on the premises.
Fighting my way valiantly, while sipping water and wine I came to the conclusion that I would not eat that evening.
The term tight as drums, sprang to mind, no need for desert or coffee. There was no more room!
We settle the bill of 35 € for both meals.
It turned out the young Claude had given us a wine that was more than we had thought but it was beautiful and perfect for the meal so we didn't complain.
We drove back home ready to deal with the cleaner and a nap.
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Laura M Brown's: The Do's and Don't of Book reviews
I've been thinking about doing this on this blog. So I'll try and follows these rules and see if I can do it:
Laura M Brown:
Book reviewing used to be the purview of the elite. Now, thanks to the Internet, everyone's a critic. Your online book reviews can make a real difference: people almost always scan the reviews of a book before they make a purchase decision, and your insights can be a big help.
We're all familiar with the rant review--the one that either adores or despises the book. Writing a balanced review is more difficult, but it's also more helpful to your fellow readers. As you brainstorm, think from your readers' point of view. What information would be most useful to them? What do you wish you had known about this book before you read it?
These dos and don'ts can help.
Do:
Laura M Brown:
Book reviewing used to be the purview of the elite. Now, thanks to the Internet, everyone's a critic. Your online book reviews can make a real difference: people almost always scan the reviews of a book before they make a purchase decision, and your insights can be a big help.
We're all familiar with the rant review--the one that either adores or despises the book. Writing a balanced review is more difficult, but it's also more helpful to your fellow readers. As you brainstorm, think from your readers' point of view. What information would be most useful to them? What do you wish you had known about this book before you read it?
These dos and don'ts can help.
Do:
- Include some description of the book as well as your opinion. Put the book in context.
- Be specific. Say why you liked or disliked the book. Throwing around adjectives like "terrific" or "disappointing" doesn't really tell the reader anything about the book. What exactly what terrific? What was disappointing?
- Consider the projected audience for the book. Was it written for a specialist audience? A general reader? What kind of reader would get the most from this book?
- Take a stand. The ultimate point of a book review is to make a recommendation. Your verdict doesn't have to be an absolute yes or an absolute no. Offering a nuanced opinion of a book often makes a more interesting review.
- Give your review a title that reflects the content of the review. Don't just use the book's title as the title of your review.
- Don't go on too long. Unless you're writing for the New York Review of Books or the Times Literary Supplement, your readers are probably not looking for an article-length review. Online book reviews should be brief and concise.
- Don't fall into the trap of summarizing the book. Provide just enough summary so that your points are clear to your readers.
- Don't trash the book because it wasn't what you expected. Unless the book was misrepresented, it's your responsibility to understand what you're buying before you buy it. Trout Fishing in America isn't really about trout fishing, and Fear of Flying is not for nervous travelers.
- Don't spoil it. If you're reviewing a work of fiction, don't give away key plot points or the ending of the story.
- Don't be nasty. If you didn't enjoy the book, don't be insulting or snide. Let your reader know calmly and unemotionally why you were disappointed.
- Don't give the book a bad review if you're really mad about something else. If you bought the book online and experienced bad customer service, don't take it out on the poor author with a one-star review and a rant about shipping delays.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
La Petite Auberge- Restaurant Islington
Having spent most of my eating years in France, I am very particular about STEAK!
We needed food and we were going to treat ourselves to a good dinner. Arriving with no reservation was not a problem, a double for us was found in the middle of the restaurant. Looking around at Parisian 1020s photography on the wall next to old country farming tools displayed over the walls and hanging from the ceiling, giving a vintage bistro de Campagne feel.
Two of us had double gin and tonics, well served and tasty and Whisky & Coke unfortunately it came with ice although we had order without ice. The diner was about to start so we didn't feel it was necessary to ask for a Coke without ice again, it wasn't life threatening.
First starter, a salmon and asparagus, with a drizzle of oil and parsley. The salmon tasted fresh and nice with aldente asparagus made all the difference with that touch of oil but the parsley was too overpowering for our taste but still a brilliant starter. We told the waiter about the parsley and he took it well and said he would talk about it with the chef.
With my rare steak and chips with garlic butter and a rabbit and potatoes in a creamy sauce, we decided to drink a Cabernet Sauvignon, vin du Pays.
The steak was tender and perfectly cooked, and the rabbit left the eater speechless. The wine was perfect for all our meat dishes.
A banana split and 2 chocolate mousses later we were happy and laughing. The chocolate mousse was light, not too dence with small chocolate chips inside with a small dab of cream and for the banana split the fruit was ripe, the cream was light and the chocolate sauce set it all of perfectly.
Since the night was young we had peeked that there was lemon sorbet ice cream with a raspberry sauce, we declined the sauce and asked for a shot of Vodka, thus making a Colonel Russe.
At the end of the meal when told the waiter about how happy we were about the steaks the chef came out to thank us, which was very appreciated.
Even with a few glitches the meal was pleasant and the waiters agreeable and entertaining.
All in all a very satisfying evening. £118 for 3 people.
We needed food and we were going to treat ourselves to a good dinner. Arriving with no reservation was not a problem, a double for us was found in the middle of the restaurant. Looking around at Parisian 1020s photography on the wall next to old country farming tools displayed over the walls and hanging from the ceiling, giving a vintage bistro de Campagne feel.
Two of us had double gin and tonics, well served and tasty and Whisky & Coke unfortunately it came with ice although we had order without ice. The diner was about to start so we didn't feel it was necessary to ask for a Coke without ice again, it wasn't life threatening.
First starter, a salmon and asparagus, with a drizzle of oil and parsley. The salmon tasted fresh and nice with aldente asparagus made all the difference with that touch of oil but the parsley was too overpowering for our taste but still a brilliant starter. We told the waiter about the parsley and he took it well and said he would talk about it with the chef.
With my rare steak and chips with garlic butter and a rabbit and potatoes in a creamy sauce, we decided to drink a Cabernet Sauvignon, vin du Pays.
The steak was tender and perfectly cooked, and the rabbit left the eater speechless. The wine was perfect for all our meat dishes.
A banana split and 2 chocolate mousses later we were happy and laughing. The chocolate mousse was light, not too dence with small chocolate chips inside with a small dab of cream and for the banana split the fruit was ripe, the cream was light and the chocolate sauce set it all of perfectly.
At the end of the meal when told the waiter about how happy we were about the steaks the chef came out to thank us, which was very appreciated.
Even with a few glitches the meal was pleasant and the waiters agreeable and entertaining.
All in all a very satisfying evening. £118 for 3 people.
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Following that thought or link
I started watching the other Stephen Fry documentary called: The Secret Manic Depressive, and a woman one one of the researches in Cardiff had religious ideas of grandior.
Now apparently one could think that Marie the mother of Jesus 4 years after the year 0 had manic depression no medication and pregnancy, that amplifies the illness, that would explain a great deal. And living n times where one needed to hang on to beliefs and needing a powerful way of explaining the rules of religion, they thought she was telling the truth. And Jesus might have died because of his mother's illness. Has anyone thought this theory through I wander?
Now apparently one could think that Marie the mother of Jesus 4 years after the year 0 had manic depression no medication and pregnancy, that amplifies the illness, that would explain a great deal. And living n times where one needed to hang on to beliefs and needing a powerful way of explaining the rules of religion, they thought she was telling the truth. And Jesus might have died because of his mother's illness. Has anyone thought this theory through I wander?
7:50 am-Is this depression?-10:27 am
This long section is a bit intimate and I don't know if it should be on my blog. What do you think?
I've been watching Coping with Depression a documentary about 3 different people that have different depression. It's scary to think; "Oh yeah! I do that" or "yeah, I get that too." because the next thing I think is: "Oh". Looking at this documentary, some depressions seem to start at puberty, followed by light or dark moments in life. Some have had or have anxiety problems, panic attacks.
Now this might be the medical student syndrome of: I have everything because I have some of the symptoms.
But I had a low self esteem as a child because of being bullied but I think that's due to outside factors, due to dyslexia, but also difficulty concentrating, that lead to pulling myself out of the real world and into one that was nicer or that could explain the pain that I felt.
I therefore went to a psychologist to help me come back from my withdrawal, that in the end I had to leave because I thought of her as a friend and couldn't tell her the truth any more.
I also had and sometimes still do it, a game that was thinking of having a way of getting to places faster by sliding on the electric lines but always found a problem with the polls that meant you would have to stop and how I could get around that, the other was lines on the road when my parents drove, I would put my foot down in every different shade of road and worry about putting my foot on a line. I now don't have to do it but when I was younger I felt a compulsion to doing it and was worried about the day I would have to drive. Others included hedge hight and pavement lines.
When I was in primary school, I would fight a lot with people there but also my sister, to very extreme points, I one day whipped a girl around the face with a skipping rope when I was angry.I also found that I had a fear of people that didn't help when I went to places that had dangerous people in them but in street, on my own even now I have that fear.
Then when I got to teens; hormonal imbalance probably didn't help, when from extracting myself from the norm by shaving my hair into a Mohawk, mirroring the Brighton image of the place I went on Holiday to and felt happy, where being different meant it was fine. Also after a while it was a defensive mechanism, that meant that I could be aggressive and angry and it would be good to hide behind. Much later it also meant that people would have to get through past my physical look to get to know me and it clear the idiots out of my life. But at the time, I wanted to rebel against my catholic school and the closed mentality of rural France. But then when I started to self harm and that found that there was a norm there with some friends, I could spot the people that did it for attention, those that did it for release and those that hadn't found a reason yet. I had very good highs that were shown through anger a lot of the time, or laughter and lows of crying and panic attacks that would drain my energy to the point of needing sleep and time away from people. I also stole things that I didn't really want, because I could and I could give them to people so that they would like me. I also liked to go out and eat nice things and drink nice cocktails and be a teen rebel. When I was 11, I also had a big fit of rage because a girl had pulled on my jumper, pulling on my necklace and braking it, I through a class room desk towards her.
Then I started to think about death, images of jumping out of windows and car crashes. In my lowest moments I would wonder if I did jump or have a terrible illness would anyone come and see me. I stopped suddenly at the age of 14 to self-harm because I'd realise that it was the right outlet for me, because all I was doing was showing my ex-boyfriend the pain that I felt on the inside. Due to my anger and violent out bursts I thought it would be good to have a punching ball or something that I ordered for Christmas in my 12th year, I still have it and sometimes use it. At the moment it's a bit far since it's in France and I'm in London, I miss it sometimes. I also wanted and craved a lot of attention from people, men, women. I am already am a very huggy person with me family, but required people to like me and like everyone that I knew I was very interested in the next stage from kissing and hugging. :)
I also starting going clubbing age 12 and I loved going, I went Fridays and Saturdays sometimes both and drank and smoked and getting defensive but not violently.I would protect my friends and family from other people. I do think sometimes that maybe I wanted someone to fight me, because I never thought about what would happen just I would rather it happen to me than anyone else.
When I left that school to go to "Lycée"- A level, I discovered politics and my profound hatred for politicians, people with too much money and the injustices in the system that made people unhappy. I also discovered caffeine. For anyone that has had 10 coffees in a day can see that this didn't help my anxiety problems.
So having 10 or more espressos a day, hating politicians to the point of being on strike during 3 years of education, having 2 domineering partners with an over dramatic emotional tendency, lack of sleep, alcohol, cigarettes, doesn't help anyone to deal with any underlined possible problems.
Panic attacks happened weekly, negative thinking, drowsy, suicide thoughts, my highs and release were now expressed through shouting at protests, I was drunk nearly every day for nearly 3 years which I think is an other kind of self-harm. And due to my grades going down the sense of failing got worst and it heighten my thoughts of suicide due to letting my family and people that loved me down, because I would not got to university if I failed. At this point I was writing in "diaries", drawing with coffee, drawing on people and looking at them now I wander if I have an underlining problem.
I was happy at times and then low, I would go home and sleep. I still wander if the distancing of myself from my family when I was in a relationship once was due to my partner or me.
During the roller-coaster ride of relationships with people that had problems with their family and needed a sense of belonging and wanted to be a new unit, I was faced with over emotional people. I felt like I had to look after them all the time and when I was betrayed by one of them, it was murderous, in a way that I never felt more suicidal than then and more angry. Due to not sleeping enough, I also felt worse, so my parents thought I should be in my school dorm so I could sleep more. I have a terrible habit of listening to people that helps them but due to the amount of impatient, I would carry it with me. I was put in a room in my third year with a girl that was confronting questions about her sexuality and she told me one day that she had taken pills and wanted to die. I had to report her because I could keep that inside. During all my life so far I have had to listen to people's problems, often I get the "I've never told anyone that before" sentence that hunts me, even now. I found people that also took medication for mental problems and some would go to the point of mixing them, drinking with them ect. and it was hard to think about pills as an answer to my emotional havoc. I finally managed to get my baccalaureate and got myself to Farnborough College in England.
I have never felt more proud of myself leaving Farnborough. I realised that I wanted more out of the BTEC National Diploma in Performing Arts than everyone else. I wanted all of it but at a much higher level. Half way through my 1st year I hated it. I wanted to get out of it because people were too young for me and I had to deal with closed minded people with only personal goals that were not in the professional lines as mine. I also had to deal with lots of attitude problems, people were all up and over what I could conceive as normal and if I said something that would normally be use for attitude like: "yeah yeah alright.", the reaction was emotionally unstabling. All I wanted was to feel like what I was doing was going to help me, the only thing that helped me was working in a pub and my end grade triple distinction to get me to a good uni. I found that my anger was worse, my temper much shorter, couldn't sleep and wouldn't wake up, stayed at home, even if my second home was cold, damp, unsafe, invaded by workman and unhome like as possible, it was better than dealing with College. I would faint, from hyperglycaemia and anxiety. I also got cystitis a billion times due to being allergic to the levels of chlorine in the tape water. So I once again thought about death and pain a lot more. In my last year, I got a 2ndlevel warning for scratching a boys arms when I grabbed this arm in rage. That was a changing point because my rage could not be excused any more. I drank, smoked more then ever and stayed at a friends house that I felt closer to because of mentally being closer to what I wanted from our course. I also felt unstable in my romantic life at the time too.
So not great adding to the fact that my 2nd landlady owned me about £700. I found now solace in my third house due to the fact that there were people there, warmth and a cat.
I cried every time I came home to my close family, because they understood me and where so nice and relaxed.
When I talked to people I knew in College then they all said things along the lines of: "yeah, I'm on anti-depressants". True I'd got use to this from my past experiences, but in such a small town and small group it was a bit unnerving. But I had such an aversion to the medication that I never went to my JP and therefore never got an answer to wither I was mentally ill.
I also would force myself out of my house and get drunk or just stay at home all day, didn't want to go out and felt anti-human, anti-people. Added all of this I also had a problem that everyone was right wing, anti green movement and had more money, that upset me.
When I got to London South Bank Uni to do Creative Writing, it was harder to control myself with alcohol and anti-social tendencies, because when I was with people I drank more and when I didn't talk to anyone for a day or 2 I would feel odd, and miserable.
Since I feel more in control of my anger, but I think that's because I don't see people very much any more. I don't really like going outside, but when I'm there I feel ok. I don't enjoy going clubbing something that was a big thrive in my teens. I no longer really go to clubs and I have found that I only have a hatred of humanity and depression about what humans have done over the years in a way. I feel a burden guild from being human. I still can't sleep properly, staying awake till the early hours of the morning and not being in the "right" cycle.
An added note, I only tried weed a few times but never felt any symptoms except when I fell asleep in a sitting room because it was cold everywhere else but just so happened to be the joint smoking area and woke up and drove and felt that my reactions were a bit slow. I have also take E once in my short life and found that if you take alcohol everything funny as soon as everyone else has gone to bed then my pupils dilate and I can't sleep for ages, and that it all.
My question is; is this depression and what do I do about it?
I've been watching Coping with Depression a documentary about 3 different people that have different depression. It's scary to think; "Oh yeah! I do that" or "yeah, I get that too." because the next thing I think is: "Oh". Looking at this documentary, some depressions seem to start at puberty, followed by light or dark moments in life. Some have had or have anxiety problems, panic attacks.
Now this might be the medical student syndrome of: I have everything because I have some of the symptoms.
But I had a low self esteem as a child because of being bullied but I think that's due to outside factors, due to dyslexia, but also difficulty concentrating, that lead to pulling myself out of the real world and into one that was nicer or that could explain the pain that I felt.
I therefore went to a psychologist to help me come back from my withdrawal, that in the end I had to leave because I thought of her as a friend and couldn't tell her the truth any more.
I also had and sometimes still do it, a game that was thinking of having a way of getting to places faster by sliding on the electric lines but always found a problem with the polls that meant you would have to stop and how I could get around that, the other was lines on the road when my parents drove, I would put my foot down in every different shade of road and worry about putting my foot on a line. I now don't have to do it but when I was younger I felt a compulsion to doing it and was worried about the day I would have to drive. Others included hedge hight and pavement lines.
When I was in primary school, I would fight a lot with people there but also my sister, to very extreme points, I one day whipped a girl around the face with a skipping rope when I was angry.I also found that I had a fear of people that didn't help when I went to places that had dangerous people in them but in street, on my own even now I have that fear.
Then when I got to teens; hormonal imbalance probably didn't help, when from extracting myself from the norm by shaving my hair into a Mohawk, mirroring the Brighton image of the place I went on Holiday to and felt happy, where being different meant it was fine. Also after a while it was a defensive mechanism, that meant that I could be aggressive and angry and it would be good to hide behind. Much later it also meant that people would have to get through past my physical look to get to know me and it clear the idiots out of my life. But at the time, I wanted to rebel against my catholic school and the closed mentality of rural France. But then when I started to self harm and that found that there was a norm there with some friends, I could spot the people that did it for attention, those that did it for release and those that hadn't found a reason yet. I had very good highs that were shown through anger a lot of the time, or laughter and lows of crying and panic attacks that would drain my energy to the point of needing sleep and time away from people. I also stole things that I didn't really want, because I could and I could give them to people so that they would like me. I also liked to go out and eat nice things and drink nice cocktails and be a teen rebel. When I was 11, I also had a big fit of rage because a girl had pulled on my jumper, pulling on my necklace and braking it, I through a class room desk towards her.
Then I started to think about death, images of jumping out of windows and car crashes. In my lowest moments I would wonder if I did jump or have a terrible illness would anyone come and see me. I stopped suddenly at the age of 14 to self-harm because I'd realise that it was the right outlet for me, because all I was doing was showing my ex-boyfriend the pain that I felt on the inside. Due to my anger and violent out bursts I thought it would be good to have a punching ball or something that I ordered for Christmas in my 12th year, I still have it and sometimes use it. At the moment it's a bit far since it's in France and I'm in London, I miss it sometimes. I also wanted and craved a lot of attention from people, men, women. I am already am a very huggy person with me family, but required people to like me and like everyone that I knew I was very interested in the next stage from kissing and hugging. :)
I also starting going clubbing age 12 and I loved going, I went Fridays and Saturdays sometimes both and drank and smoked and getting defensive but not violently.I would protect my friends and family from other people. I do think sometimes that maybe I wanted someone to fight me, because I never thought about what would happen just I would rather it happen to me than anyone else.
When I left that school to go to "Lycée"- A level, I discovered politics and my profound hatred for politicians, people with too much money and the injustices in the system that made people unhappy. I also discovered caffeine. For anyone that has had 10 coffees in a day can see that this didn't help my anxiety problems.
So having 10 or more espressos a day, hating politicians to the point of being on strike during 3 years of education, having 2 domineering partners with an over dramatic emotional tendency, lack of sleep, alcohol, cigarettes, doesn't help anyone to deal with any underlined possible problems.
Panic attacks happened weekly, negative thinking, drowsy, suicide thoughts, my highs and release were now expressed through shouting at protests, I was drunk nearly every day for nearly 3 years which I think is an other kind of self-harm. And due to my grades going down the sense of failing got worst and it heighten my thoughts of suicide due to letting my family and people that loved me down, because I would not got to university if I failed. At this point I was writing in "diaries", drawing with coffee, drawing on people and looking at them now I wander if I have an underlining problem.
I was happy at times and then low, I would go home and sleep. I still wander if the distancing of myself from my family when I was in a relationship once was due to my partner or me.
During the roller-coaster ride of relationships with people that had problems with their family and needed a sense of belonging and wanted to be a new unit, I was faced with over emotional people. I felt like I had to look after them all the time and when I was betrayed by one of them, it was murderous, in a way that I never felt more suicidal than then and more angry. Due to not sleeping enough, I also felt worse, so my parents thought I should be in my school dorm so I could sleep more. I have a terrible habit of listening to people that helps them but due to the amount of impatient, I would carry it with me. I was put in a room in my third year with a girl that was confronting questions about her sexuality and she told me one day that she had taken pills and wanted to die. I had to report her because I could keep that inside. During all my life so far I have had to listen to people's problems, often I get the "I've never told anyone that before" sentence that hunts me, even now. I found people that also took medication for mental problems and some would go to the point of mixing them, drinking with them ect. and it was hard to think about pills as an answer to my emotional havoc. I finally managed to get my baccalaureate and got myself to Farnborough College in England.
I have never felt more proud of myself leaving Farnborough. I realised that I wanted more out of the BTEC National Diploma in Performing Arts than everyone else. I wanted all of it but at a much higher level. Half way through my 1st year I hated it. I wanted to get out of it because people were too young for me and I had to deal with closed minded people with only personal goals that were not in the professional lines as mine. I also had to deal with lots of attitude problems, people were all up and over what I could conceive as normal and if I said something that would normally be use for attitude like: "yeah yeah alright.", the reaction was emotionally unstabling. All I wanted was to feel like what I was doing was going to help me, the only thing that helped me was working in a pub and my end grade triple distinction to get me to a good uni. I found that my anger was worse, my temper much shorter, couldn't sleep and wouldn't wake up, stayed at home, even if my second home was cold, damp, unsafe, invaded by workman and unhome like as possible, it was better than dealing with College. I would faint, from hyperglycaemia and anxiety. I also got cystitis a billion times due to being allergic to the levels of chlorine in the tape water. So I once again thought about death and pain a lot more. In my last year, I got a 2ndlevel warning for scratching a boys arms when I grabbed this arm in rage. That was a changing point because my rage could not be excused any more. I drank, smoked more then ever and stayed at a friends house that I felt closer to because of mentally being closer to what I wanted from our course. I also felt unstable in my romantic life at the time too.
So not great adding to the fact that my 2nd landlady owned me about £700. I found now solace in my third house due to the fact that there were people there, warmth and a cat.
I cried every time I came home to my close family, because they understood me and where so nice and relaxed.
When I talked to people I knew in College then they all said things along the lines of: "yeah, I'm on anti-depressants". True I'd got use to this from my past experiences, but in such a small town and small group it was a bit unnerving. But I had such an aversion to the medication that I never went to my JP and therefore never got an answer to wither I was mentally ill.
I also would force myself out of my house and get drunk or just stay at home all day, didn't want to go out and felt anti-human, anti-people. Added all of this I also had a problem that everyone was right wing, anti green movement and had more money, that upset me.
When I got to London South Bank Uni to do Creative Writing, it was harder to control myself with alcohol and anti-social tendencies, because when I was with people I drank more and when I didn't talk to anyone for a day or 2 I would feel odd, and miserable.
Since I feel more in control of my anger, but I think that's because I don't see people very much any more. I don't really like going outside, but when I'm there I feel ok. I don't enjoy going clubbing something that was a big thrive in my teens. I no longer really go to clubs and I have found that I only have a hatred of humanity and depression about what humans have done over the years in a way. I feel a burden guild from being human. I still can't sleep properly, staying awake till the early hours of the morning and not being in the "right" cycle.
An added note, I only tried weed a few times but never felt any symptoms except when I fell asleep in a sitting room because it was cold everywhere else but just so happened to be the joint smoking area and woke up and drove and felt that my reactions were a bit slow. I have also take E once in my short life and found that if you take alcohol everything funny as soon as everyone else has gone to bed then my pupils dilate and I can't sleep for ages, and that it all.
My question is; is this depression and what do I do about it?
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Black Bogey of London 2010_2011
The London Black Bogey Question.
I have recently moved to London, I use to live in the
country. Yes I know, to most people it’s a strange concept but yes, I have seen
a field before. The big rectangular thingies that people called farmers grow
things in, like wheat and sheep, cows and stuff. The even stranger thing is that
my version of the country is even stranger to understand for English people,
because I lived in a bigger country than England, so there were lots of these
rectangular fields.
Anyway I just
moved and I was feeling quite happy, you know, with the people rushing everywhere
and living in Halls. I also entered University so all great, good and happy. I
managed to get my boyfriend up here. We are very open and strange people who
speak about any and everything and find a great deal of things funny.
We’d been all sweet and nice to each other and all lovey-dovey
, when suddenly he looked at me, broke into a big smile and said: “You’ve got a
bogey! I’m really sorry, it’s very distracting.”
I love my boyfriend just for those small truthful moments
when I realize we are all human.
Anyway, so we both grabbed a tissue and blew our noses, just
to make sure that I wouldn’t have to tell him in the next couple of minutes.
Suddenly he cried out. I turned around to him and ask what’s
happened.
He just looked at me and said: “I’d forgotten about the
London Black Bogeys!”
Suddenly I thought, how strange that I know what he’s
talking about and that they actually have a name.
Is it just my boyfriend and I or is a well known thing?
2008
Un instant juste
un instant
Le genre
d’instant que l’on veut garder à jamais
Où même existé
toute une vie
Mais la vie à
fait que cette vie d’instant et aussi courte
Que celle de
l’instant où la grenouille c’est fait écrasé
J’ai vécu un
moment de pure bonheur
Je me suis trouvé
un moment
Allongé et j’ai
dégusté cette saveur
La saveur d’elle
à mes côtés
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