Steamed

Alyssa Monks' work is simply stunning. And it makes me want to spend all day in the shower.

Islands

City High

I'm experiencing some hard-hitting flashbacks to singing this obsessively every break time for at least a year with my un-madeup school friends. Bastille know how to twist the shit out of childhood memories...

Shameless

Michael Fassbender and Carey Mulligan, ultimate. Date night is set for The Old Maid and her Loyal Minder...

Reckless Abandon

This is the best version of this track I've ever come across. Everything about it is wonderfully lovely and sweet. 

Sleepy Head

Perfect thing to wake up from a nap from. And they're having so much fun making these noises. I've fallen in love all over again.

Cosmic

That harp is just too fucking lovely not to post this.

Tweetin', #2

So HTGAOML now has its very own twitter. Read me. Follow me. 
Boom.

Star Girl

"Did you see her?"
That was the first thing Kevin said to me on the first day of school, eleventh grade. We were waiting for the bell to ring.
"See who?" I said.
"Hah!" He craned his neck, scanning the mob. He had witnessed something remarkable; it showed on his face. He grinned, still scanning. "You'll know."

- Jerry Spinelli, Star Girl, p. 9

Oh, Lady

Dave and Will are the Old Maid and her Loyal Minder's heroes. Thanks for the fags boys.

The Old Maid's Collective Collection of Other's Words

Most Favourite:
Floodlights
Silhouette
Aloof
Melancholic
Beam
Emerald
Serendipity
Lunar
Cushion
Moustache
Road Kill




Least Favourite:
Squirt
Moist
Banter
Burp
Maggot
Prune
Froth
Jiggle
Squid

When the sky would ring like bronze

The drive home was uneventful. I left the car is Stover's drive-way. The rear seat was covered with blood. There was blood on the steering wheel, more blood on the dashboard and door handles. The scientific study of cultural behaviour and development of man. Anthropology.
I went upstairs and watched the kids a while. All asleep, fumbling through their dreams, eyes rapidly moving beneath closed lids. I got into bed next to Babette, fully dressed except for my shoes, somehow knowing she wouldn't think it strange. But my mind kept racing, I couldn't sleep. After a while I went down to the kitchen to sit with a cup of coffee, feel the pain in my wrist, the heightened pulse.
There was nothing to do but wait for the next sunset, when the sky would ring like bronze.

- Don DeLillo; White Noise; pp. 320-321

Landscape of Pain

In the landscape of pain, only three responses of real interest are possible; violent action, the probe of "ideas", and the transcendence of sudden, arbitrary, romantic love.

- Susan Sontag (political activist); Words of Love

Don't stop

This is too good to be true. So uplifting it's almost tear-worthy.

It's like a spell, once you pop you just can't stop

Rainbow
Drops are
Amazing.

Confession

So twitter tells me that Will.i.am and Justin Bieber are soon going to be collaborating. Is it a terrible thing to confess that I'm somewhat excited?

One day, I hope to make you smile again.

Midnight's City

Too good not to.

You are the hole in my head

You are the space in my bed.



I know I probably shouldn't admit this, "sellout" and all, but I think I quite like this track...

Dreamin'

God, today I want so much to just fuck off to America and be the French-speaking mess that is Penny Lainne for the rest of my whisky-soaked days.

Fiery

And I still love this. A lot.

I'm a lonely boy

Just heard this on the radio. I'm in love. And the lyrics are so fucking accurate to much of my life. Love it.

Brunchin' it

Just had a really good morning of a mates' date brunch in Whetherspoons with my good pal Mr Maximus Prime. We enjoyed hash browns, pancakes, cigarettes, orange juice and, most importantly, really good chocolate chip and vanilla latte frappes from Belle and Jerome in West Bridgford. 
That's just how to do brunch, kids, it was just what the doctor ordered.

Busily seeking with a continual change

They flee from me that sometime did me seek

With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.

I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,

That now are wild and do not remember

That sometime they put themself in danger

To take bread at my hand; and now they range,

Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise

Twenty times better; but once in special,

In thin array after a pleasant guise,

When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,

And she me caught in her arms long and small;

Therewithall sweetly did me kiss

And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.

But all is turned thorough my gentleness

Into a strange fashion of forsaking;

And I have leave to go of her goodness,

And she also, to use newfangleness.

But since that I so kindly am served

I would fain know what she hath deserved.

 

- Sir Thomas Wyatt

The Greatest

Feels like a relatively appropriate sentiment about my first day back at university... Thanks mainly to my shavey tiwn and pole-dancing pal...



Tea Time

Fancy some hot gin tea out my this guy my dear darling Old Maid?

Time Wasting Special, number one

So this is what I find myself watching in the library instead of essays study and critical postings galore. My academic library neighbours around me are totally judging me for it as well.
Aye well, this is Birmingham after all...

IWANTTHATDRESS.NOW.

'Oliday Snaps

These aren't quite your typical collection of holiday photographs. These images are the work of a good friend, Miss Jodie Herbage, who snapped the majority of these on her various travels over the past few months. She has an eye for this, to say the least...