its a funny old world

From people randomly throwing buckets of water over their heads to people requesting funny concoctions of coffee its been a strange week. An even stranger month working in a coffee shop and noticing how much we depend on technology and how little we communicate to each other. People meet up and within moments their both checking their phones, talking about social networks and slurping their coffees. On the other hand there has been couples meeting up, flowers and kisses exchanged, sat holding hands, cuddling for ages. 

I love the atmosphere of a coffee shop, some are better than others. The seating needs to be right so you don’t feel like you’re at school. Music has to be right, oh my god some of the music! I’m starting to love jazz music at the moment. its on in the morning and its something else to perk you up other than coffee. 

We’re all to busy these days to take time out. Someone today complained their other half had gone on a business trip and they had to fend for themselves! shocking! Even when I was in a relationship I loved having the house to myself. We all need to take time out and be ourselves instead of part of someone/something. I feel guilty sitting down and reading a book because I have so much to do for work, There is so much to learn in such a short space of time and I just don;t want to let anyone down. its probably why I have this migraine/tension headache, that and not enough water, coffee seems to help and I thought it wouldn’t. weird.

Now to the dreaded words….the ice bucket challenge. This started for a very good cause but has put the fear of dread into me. I really don’t want to be chucking buckets of water over my head. Apparently if you get nominated either way you have to give money. Yes its a good cause but I think I have about £1 spare at the moment and to feel forced to donate because its the ‘in thing’ just makes me feel like I’m at school and being told I should wear my tie a certain way or I’m not cool. Not a good memory. Every year I give to charity for several reasons. I also donate unwanted goods and last year they got £20 on gift aid. 

I think its great that its raising awareness for charity, Im confused which one now. But if it takes peer pressure to donate to charity aren’t we doing something wrong?

Thank you for reading

xxx

 

 

Novel Playlist – On the Road

Originally posted on The Perks of Being a Bookworm:

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I reviewed On the Road a little while ago, it’s essentially about one really long road trip and well, a road trip aint a road trip without a soundtrack. As always, driver picks the music, shot gun shuts their cake hole. Here’s the playlist I created to listen to alongside reading On the Road.

Carry on my Wayward Son – Kansas
Highway to Hell – AC/DC
Paradise on Dashboard Light – Meat Loaf
Bad – Michael Jackson
Driving in my car – Madness
Greatest Day – Bowling for Soup
You Know I’m no good – Amy Winehouse
American Pie – Don McClean
Glory Days – Bruce Springsteen
King of the Road – Roger Miller
1,000 Miles – Vanessa Carlton
Get out the map – Indigo Girls. 

You may look at this and think, man, that looks a lot like the music that gets played in Supernatural. Kansas, Leah, really, but…

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I’m on me way

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Today Is my day. My shifts keep changing around at work so I planned today to sort the house and clean it and do what I wanted. When I got up it was raining, of course its bank holiday. Then I thought even better, lets get the house sorted this morning then this afternoon can be a PJ day and I can sort the blogs and get some reading done. 

I also realised I’d only have enough milk for 3 coffees and couldn’t be bothered to go out (first world problems?) I think I’ve drank too much lately, I believe my blood is now made of coffee. probably why my arm is taking a while to heal from accidentally burning my self on a tray.

I keep saying this but 2014 has been very bizarre. Funniest thing is in about two months time I will have been living on my own for four years. FOUR YEARS!!! And its took all that time to actually feel comfortable in my own skin and finally feel like its home. For the past year I have wanted to move and now I feel like I’ve settled I really don’t want to. Even if the house is too big I have everything the way I want it. But I would like to not live in a back to back. lets hope the prices don’t suddenly rocket as I love the space at the moment. (fingers crossed I don’t jinx myself)

So is anyone else having a bizarre year? Anyone treating themselves to a PJ day? If so what do you like to do?

Thank you for reading

p.s. listening to Proclaimers 500 miles

xxx

What Do You See When You Read?

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Originally posted on 101 Books:

This Slate article has been making the rounds recently, and it’s something we’ve talked about briefly here on 101 Books before.

That being, how do you imagine the characters in the novels you read?

Do you have a good sense of what they look like? Can you see them clearly in your head? Or is it more of a vague, kinda, sorta image that comes every time you read their name?

If you pick up on specific details the author writes, then you’ll have a decent sense of the character—but do most of us actually formulate images based on what’s written—or just how we want to imagine the character in our heads?

Specifically, for those of you who have read and watched The Lord of the Rings, how do you imagine those characters—and how did you imagine them BEFORE the movies were released?

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I wrote this

Just clearing out today and now onto the laptop and found this that I wrote from a 2 day writing/radio production course over 18 months ago

Beautiful sunny March morning, the sky is a rich sea blue. Walking up the cobbled streets filled with
quaint little shops, around the corner I suddenly see the Church, tall and proud, with open arms for
everyone and anyone who approaches. This mighty structure, will not judge, will not frown. It’s a
place of sanctuary for every living soul.

Further along the path to the entrance I see people snapping away on their cameras taking pictures,
recording rememorable moments. Walking past them to the church doors, I find something on the
door. It’s the Sanctuary knocker. It is fierce, mighty and important. Its duty is to test the strength of
those seeking sanctuary for all those needing a sense of peace. I try to remember that this building
was once somebody’s vision. This building was someone’s achievement. This building is a gift we all
can share.

Our lives are filled with noise, music, television, people talking, traffic moving, children crying,
headphones raging. It’s hard to take time and sit in silence for a little while. We forget we need a
sense of peace. A sense of togetherness. Funny, how when we walk into a place of worship,
regardless of religion we all become one. We become silent, we become equal. We do not judge, we
do not scorn, we embrace the silence, we embrace the beauty. The power of the building has a hold
on us. It allows us to sit, to kneel, to stand alone or together. Our voices are hushed. We sing a loud
chorus. We stand alone. We stand proud. We stand together.

We should learn from this building and remember we are not alone. It is easy for us to feel like that
and forget we’re only human. We need to come together, not just for Birthdays or Christmas; but
every once in a while just to remember who we are and why we should unite.

start doing what you love…

Originally posted on JUMP FOR JOY! Photo Project:

“An amazing thing happens when you get honest with yourself and start doing what you love, what makes you happy. Your life literally slows down. You stop wishing for the weekend. You stop merely looking forward to special events. You begin to live in each moment and you start feeling like a human being. You just ride the wave that is life, with this feeling of contentment and joy. You move fluidly, steadily, calm and grateful. A veil is lifted, and a whole new perspective is born.” – via dailylovedose

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How the Death Eaters got their name (maybe)

Originally posted on espresso coco:

Following on from my wonderings about wands in Harry Potter, I wanted to talk a bit more about Death Eaters.

As I said yesterday, it’s a very silly name. Apparently J.K. Rowling was originally going to call them the ‘Knights of Walpurgis‘ (thanks to Arwen on Twitter for that gem!) – at first glance an equally silly name.

But J.K. doesn’t do things at random – this is the author who even chose the wood Harry’s wand was made from very deliberately:

European tradition has it that the holly tree (the name comes from ‘holy’) repels evil, while yew, which can achieve astonishing longevity…
~Article on Harry Potter’s Wand, from the Harry Potter Wiki

It appears that the Knights of Walpurgis is based on Walpurgis Night or Walpurgisnacht, the 30th of April, the eve of the feast day of Saint Walpurga. In German folklore

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