He will absolutely hate me for posting this but I don’t care. From the sight of him a lot of people think he’s just a grumpy guy who listens to terrible music, but scratch the surface and you will find the kindest most gentlest person in the world, who listens to terrible music (I’m joking obviously). So next time you see an angry looking person in a bar buy them a drink… it might be the best thing you ever did.
A few months ago I dragged Rich along to this carnival but Rich, being Rich, decided that the carnival was ‘lame’ and only for ‘wankers’ who want to spend loads on winning ‘cheap useless bollocks’ so naturally he grumped and wouldn’t go on the rides with me so I grumped right back and went on the big wheel alone.
15 minutes later I see him trying to knock a coconut off of a shy for me. He was TERRIBLE…I mean there were children laughing and everything. I secretly watched him spend about £20 on the game until eventually the man at the stall took pity on him and gave him that duck.
Later on Rich found me, apologised and gave me the duck (he told me he found it on the floor). That’s why I love my duck, and the boy even if he throws like a girl.
I love old photos. I remember being tiny and looking through my mum’s photo albums of her and my dad courting and stroppily insisting that she must be hiding secret brothers and sisters from me. I just couldn’t understand how the smiling people in the photographs could be the same ones who wouldn’t let me put my feet up on the seat in the car.
I take lots of photos. The weird thing is all the photos we take now are just going to be with us forever because of this and the Book of Faces. So now they’re sort of like a gift but to everyone, even people who aren’t even born yet. Hopefully one day I’ll get to show my children this post and they can ask me about the things I did and why their Aunty Liv’s hair is so mental.
A few weeks ago I attended a festival with the fella and ended up being super late. By the time we arrived we’d already missed the one band the gentleman caller wanted to see so we just went back to our tent. The next morning we went for an explore only to find that not only was it nothing like it looked on their web site but half of the acts on the bill weren’t even playing. “Shenanigans,” i wanted to cry “i call shenanigans!”
Both being in a bad mood we started to pick at each other a bit until we had a stupid fight about whether to go home right away. I was all ready to leave feeling rubbish but then beef took me by the hand and lead me into the tent, zipping us in and demanding that we not leave it for the duration. When you can’t beat them, hide I suppose.
The point is that what could have been an absolute mare ended up being the most wonderful of time because once it was the two of us united for awesomeness against a whole fest. It felt like we were spies or something, sexing the flip out of each other right under the enemy’s noses.
Just a couple of quick snaps for you. I’ve been doing through all my photos and I found these. The first one isn’t my photo but I just can’t resist. They’re my new favourite things
…and here’s another
And secondly here’s my girls. Aren’t they gorgeous? Liv’s hair does look like a pencil has been lodged between hers and Mini’s heads. Lol, I’m joking, you bitches look amaze.