I have been living back in Derby for few days and all is as it was when I left it some months back. The first thing that I did was hug the bookcase in my room where I had left most of my books and film collection and all of my graphic novels and most of my manga. I love my collections; my big book collection, my film collection (including cool B Movies and Universal Studio films from the 1930's) my graphic novels, my comics, my manga and my CD's (my Cd's are at home...if you wanted to know). My taste is somewhat eclectic. I don't discriminate on good art (notice I said good art...(maybe the last statement was a bit hypocritical on some level but who cares). I left my X Box and games back home because that is where they live...I'll just have to buy Halo Reach when I can and play it when I get back.
Anyway I missed Derby. I missed the smallness of it compared to most cities (aka Leeds where my sister resides. It's too big...but beautiul nonetheless).
Here is some funny stuff that have happened to me since I got back.
1. I was carrying my bags from the bus station to my house, butterflies in my stomach for some reason because I was back in this city. When I got off the bus I walked out of the station and was passed by a man dressed in a suit who gave the impression that he was going to work after a lunch break.
"Alright mate. How's it going?" said he.
"Fine thanks." I replied.
Oh Derby, how I missed your inhabitants saying things to me on the street for no other reason except to say hello. (I assume he didn't say hi to me because he was drunk...because he was wearing a suit. Therefore it may have just been a nice gesture.)
2. The first time I had to go to the uni was to partake in commitee training (because I am the scribe/secretary of the storytelling society...and we are an amazing society. After the first day of commitee training I bought some food at the Sainsburys that I pass on my way from Derby to the house. I bought what I wanted, payed for it and just as I was being handed the change the cashier said this,
"Sod it darling."
Hmmmmmm thought I. I smiled to her, said thankyou and left with my stuff. As I was walking back I realised that what she said in actuality was,
"Here yar darling."
I love Derby
I love back home.
I love jippos (apparently there is no gypsy blood on my mother's side...but my Nan spoke about being aware of gypsies around her where she lives). I still consider myself a gypsy though and WILL buy a wooden gypsy caravan sometime in the future.
Over and Out
ED
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
TwistyFest in Wales!!!
At the moment I am sitting on my bed with a cup of tea, with an unbelievable urge to impose my life experiences on people...not that I'm forcing people to read this at all. Lose all blah all ye who enter here.
Last Saturday my Mum, Dad and brother travelled to Wales to the location of the brother of me mother (I made that last bit sound like a rhyme on purpose.) This place is in the middle of the countryside, surrounded by mountains that go up one thousand feet into the sky. A few years ago we travelled to the top of one of these mountains and when we were at the top some sort of jet flew past just a few metres over us. In fact here is a picture of the very same mountain that I was talking about...
Now this was not a family event exactly. This was something else a little different...this was TwistyFest. Twistybach is the name of the old farm house residence that my uncle resides and what was taking part in Twistybach was a festival...hence TwistyFest.
About twenty or thirty people came altogether, most of them camping out in the field or going into the house opposite the other house. One of the houses is being changed or renovated if that is the right word and the other house was made by my uncle.
Now that I have given details of the TwsityFest here is a picture of some guns...
A shooting range was set up with balloons, bottles and anything else that could be used as a target. A few enthusiasts had arrived and really knew what they were talking about, reenactment people and so forth. It is always fun to watch people jump out of their skin every time a shot was fired.
We went for a walk just about a mile or so up the pathway until we got to an old ruin of a cottage. It was overgrown with nettles and was surrounded by sheep. You could really write a story about this part of Wales. It's really wild and the lack of civilisation only makes it better.
The night time was the best part of TwistyFest. There are no street lights for miles and so if you looked up at the sky you could see the stars. The icing on the cake was that people gt their instruments out; guitars, violins, their voices and so on and had a sing along.
I went to bed with my father about one in the morning (my mum and brother had already gone to bed) and fell asleep. I woke up during the night and turned over and saw the window. All I saw was stars. We should have taken a picture of the sky and the people singing and playing instruments. The grub was nice as well.
Here ends the tale of the TwistyFest.
Over and Out.
ED
Last Saturday my Mum, Dad and brother travelled to Wales to the location of the brother of me mother (I made that last bit sound like a rhyme on purpose.) This place is in the middle of the countryside, surrounded by mountains that go up one thousand feet into the sky. A few years ago we travelled to the top of one of these mountains and when we were at the top some sort of jet flew past just a few metres over us. In fact here is a picture of the very same mountain that I was talking about...
Now this was not a family event exactly. This was something else a little different...this was TwistyFest. Twistybach is the name of the old farm house residence that my uncle resides and what was taking part in Twistybach was a festival...hence TwistyFest.
About twenty or thirty people came altogether, most of them camping out in the field or going into the house opposite the other house. One of the houses is being changed or renovated if that is the right word and the other house was made by my uncle.
Now that I have given details of the TwsityFest here is a picture of some guns...
A shooting range was set up with balloons, bottles and anything else that could be used as a target. A few enthusiasts had arrived and really knew what they were talking about, reenactment people and so forth. It is always fun to watch people jump out of their skin every time a shot was fired.
We went for a walk just about a mile or so up the pathway until we got to an old ruin of a cottage. It was overgrown with nettles and was surrounded by sheep. You could really write a story about this part of Wales. It's really wild and the lack of civilisation only makes it better.
The night time was the best part of TwistyFest. There are no street lights for miles and so if you looked up at the sky you could see the stars. The icing on the cake was that people gt their instruments out; guitars, violins, their voices and so on and had a sing along.
I went to bed with my father about one in the morning (my mum and brother had already gone to bed) and fell asleep. I woke up during the night and turned over and saw the window. All I saw was stars. We should have taken a picture of the sky and the people singing and playing instruments. The grub was nice as well.
Here ends the tale of the TwistyFest.
Over and Out.
ED
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