A sunday in Heaton (Some things I love about Newcastle)

Today I've done nothing. I've smoked a load and sat in my chair. I saw Nate for a while, and Liam for a tiny bit. I've been thinking about what I love about Newcastle (Inspired in no small part by a conversation with Mark where he said he hated Newcastle). This is what I got...

-Looking up the Tyne from the high level bridge, looking directly onto the other bridges. It's real pretty.
-Smoking whilst walking from Heaton Park, through to Jesmond Dene, then back.
-High Bridge street, with Best Vintage, Union and End clothing.
-Walking from Heaton to town, through Sandyford park, breathing out clouds.
-The cranes on Wallsend riverside.
-Enjoying peppermint tea when it's raining and looking out of my bedroom window onto the rooftops of my back lane.
-Pink Lane; Stateside Diner, Electrik sheep and down onto Central Station.
-Northumberland Street for the accordionists, profiteering spiritual healers, and crazies.
-When I got to go up Greys Monument and look out over the top of the city. Gorgeous.

I'm going to think of more and update...

xo

This is just a confessional (And nothing more)

When I stare too long at a blank page, I forget how to process information in my brain- Words become codes I can't decipher, pictures become blurs of activity I can't organise. It is particularly bad when I'm working to deadlines.

My favourite hobbies are finding things, climbing and riding bikes.
I don't have a family, I have around four relatives who care about me.
My friends keep me happy.
"Hard work is simply the refuge of those with nothing better to do". I enjoy Oscar Wilde. I once played Algernon in a production of The Importance Of Being Earnest.

I believe that the revolution begins at home.
I smoke large amounts of cannabis in short periods of time and forget bad things. I am nursing a broken heart.
I have been told that I need to lighten up, and also that I should tone down the positivity. I get anxious over little things and can't stop it. I have a fear of large groups of people. I write every day. When I write prose, I write about something thats really happened. When I write lyrics, I write honestly. When I write notes for people I tell white lies.

I think of good idea's for gifts all the time, but rarely use them.
If I had one wish it would be to play guitar better. If I had one dream it would be to never have to work a pointless job again. I don't have any regrets.

I like to give Loveheart sweets to people to tell them what I think.
I enjoy notions of anarchy and autonomy but still buy clothes from expensive high street shops.
The only thing I like about my day-job is the amount of post-it notes I have access to. I've been told that I'm at my best when hungover.
I keep a diary, but only because my memories shot.
I abhor ideas of vanity and superficiality but still try to look as attractive as possible to the opposite sex. The best advice I've ever been given was to fall in love, not in line. I saw it written on a wall.
If I had to pick something about myself that I like, I'd probably say my ears. If I had to choose something I especially dislike, it would be my nose. It's large.

I have never played the National Lottery.