That may be all I need.

Every morning is Sunday Morning! :D Love this kickass goodfeel version!



Mappy mirthday monkey :)

Oh it's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing that you ever, ever had.
It's the best thing that you ever had,
The best thing you ever had has gone away.

So I woke up today with these lines in my head and I knew then that the dream I had just exited looked a little like this:













Alright that is my last word here on the Fer saga. I shall continue being hopelessly silly and sentimental in private.

How many special people change? How many lives are living strange?

I live for days like this. :) It is difficult to feel jaded when you know that the best days are better than you could ever imagine.

Where I go to find you



This song is everything.

What's with the angel
and what's with the devil
They keep swapping shoulders
I can't tell which from which
"Will you be my Kris Kindle?
Will you be my better nature?"
says one to the other
But I think they're only showing off

I caught them playing poker
and I think it was the devil who said
"I'll see your heart
and I'll raise you mine"

Yeah they keep swapping shoulders
I think there's something going on
"Will you be my sweet pea?
Will you be the card up my sleeve?"
says one to the other
and this time they hold their gaze
for too long

And now they're playing poker
This time it's the angel who says
"I'll see your heart
and I'll raise you mine"

This is the story of the angel
who played poker with the devil
in the Garden of Eden
before it all went pear shaped

They said
"I'll see your heart
and I'll raise you mine"

I'll See Your heart And Raise You Mine: Bell X1.



Hey, "Happy Songs" ∩s with "Songs I Like" after all! It is good to know that Lisa Hannigan has not spent so much time with Damien Rice that she has forgotten how to smile. "Your lips come as some surprise, that they would want to come and meet mine." Lazy to type out the rest but you get the idea, it's a bundle of very cute stuff :)


David Kaplan, Orion over Lauerzersee, Switzerland.

I know where I want to go next, outer space! I am just waiting waiting waiting for my rocket to land.

Alright the truth is I am bitter, it is difficult not to be. No matter how logical this outcome is (a reluctant player forced to stay is not an ideal situation for the player or the club), no matter how many barnacles of cynicism have attached themselves on me over the past few years (everyone can be bought), no matter how this is far from something new (players come and go, that is football), I still want to shake him and yell, what of being a Liverpool fan from childhood, what of the YNWA captain's armband at Atletico, what of the unsolicited promise given to all the fans right from the start ("I'll never play for another club")? PFFFT. And the additional, gratuitous parting shot (I am finally playing for a top club) was so uncool. Why does this feel like a bad break up made worse by the prospect of your ex parading with his new UGLY girlfriendS every weekend across your tv screen for 2 hours? Rage. Need... beautiful... things... now.
I still hope you get everything you wanted out of this transfer <3

This will do.



I don't fully get the electronica half of The Postal Service, so here is the indie half. As is usual with B.G., lyrics are !!! and must be honoured in full here.

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. I have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay. True, it may seem like a stretch, but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death. When you are out there on the road for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide you home. // They will see us waving from such great heights, "come down now," they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away. "Come down now," but we'll stay. // I tried my best to leave this all on your machine but the persistent beep it sounded thin upon listening. That frankly will not fly. You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home. Such great heights: The Postal Service.

No matter how inevitable it is, no matter how long you've had to prep yourself, goodbye always hurts some. All the best freckles. Off to drown in S Club.