Friday, September 10, 2004
The Reading Express
oh no!
no, nonono.
it looks like belle's going all soppy and romantic and reminiscent-prone.
nono.
"This is the projectionist's nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, real intestines, slither down the likeness of a tree.
'This is no good,' screams the audience,
'This is not what we came to see."
sniff. how depressing... when even belle, who's good for a laugh turns nostalgic and piney over her past.
It must be autumn. Yeah, let's peg it to the change in season.
*****
Impressions of Reading.
Today, I went to Reading. Oh, haha, and writing too, old joke.
Reading is a place by the way, for those not in the know.
It looks a lot like london in parts (big, grey, concrete), and in parts, like Sydney. (victorian houses, green, and today, sunny)
If not for the abysmal English weather (ie rainy and overcast 60% of the time) it might even be a nice place to stay.
I could never stay there. It's a nowhere land to me, somewhere that looks like other places I'd rather be...
*****
I tried to go to Reading yesterday, but some inconsiderate twit hurled himself in front of the train and resulted in hundreds of trains being held up at Paddington and Waterloo stations so police could complete their investigations.
I know it sounds harsh and all, considering that the bloke died, but... honestly. That has to be the most terminal case of attention seeking behaviour possible. I swear, if he hadn't done it right the first time he'd probably have been hunted down by several thousand angry commuters and killed again...
*****
In other news - just how long is this abnormally warm and sunny weather going to hold?
no, nonono.
it looks like belle's going all soppy and romantic and reminiscent-prone.
nono.
"This is the projectionist's nightmare:
A bird finds its way into the cinema,
finds the beam, flies down it,
smashes into a screen depicting a garden,
a sunset and two people being nice to each other.
Real blood, real intestines, slither down the likeness of a tree.
'This is no good,' screams the audience,
'This is not what we came to see."
sniff. how depressing... when even belle, who's good for a laugh turns nostalgic and piney over her past.
It must be autumn. Yeah, let's peg it to the change in season.
*****
Impressions of Reading.
Today, I went to Reading. Oh, haha, and writing too, old joke.
Reading is a place by the way, for those not in the know.
It looks a lot like london in parts (big, grey, concrete), and in parts, like Sydney. (victorian houses, green, and today, sunny)
If not for the abysmal English weather (ie rainy and overcast 60% of the time) it might even be a nice place to stay.
I could never stay there. It's a nowhere land to me, somewhere that looks like other places I'd rather be...
*****
I tried to go to Reading yesterday, but some inconsiderate twit hurled himself in front of the train and resulted in hundreds of trains being held up at Paddington and Waterloo stations so police could complete their investigations.
I know it sounds harsh and all, considering that the bloke died, but... honestly. That has to be the most terminal case of attention seeking behaviour possible. I swear, if he hadn't done it right the first time he'd probably have been hunted down by several thousand angry commuters and killed again...
*****
In other news - just how long is this abnormally warm and sunny weather going to hold?
