I Just Cawwwwnt Get Enough

Photo: Ms Peregrine UK 17/02/11 fence within a fence within a fence

 I had Morrissey playing in my ears while snapping this. It seemed fitting.

I am listening to Depeche Mode at the moment and boy does it make me feel 14 years old again. English music especially in the 1980's was magical, inventive and fresh wasn't it?  England seemed light years away then. 

I remember while on holiday in Northern Ontario Canada in 1985 mailing $4 or $5 dollars in change (pennies and all)  in an envelope to England for a Duran Duran fanzine. I can still recall the envelope stuffed to the max, heavy and taped shut. Three months later the fanzine arrived at the house back in Canada. My Dad had accidentally opened it since both my father and I share the first initial A and surnames. Ha he looked so confused fingering through glossy black and white photos of Simon Le Bon. I still have this fanzine to this day and that image of my Dad checking out The Fab Five will always make me smile.

Oddly enough I have no idea how the envelope even got to England knowing the postage was most likely way off and too heavy to mail. I great big thank you goes out to the postal workers for making England seem...well.... not so far away :)

Sandwich Board Love

I love how the English underwhelm everything and state the obvious. They are experts at it.

Gingham is the new black.

I was told by an English acquaintance I met in person on several occasions from an Internet dating service I was sexy and then later deluded on the same day. Needless to say we won't be seeing each other again. I felt strangely compelled to him. His eccentricities were many and I couldn't keep my head from spinning romantic Hugh Grant mumbling boyish shy thoughts.

Trips to the cinema, interesting coffee talks, long walks in the country side, and rural luncheons out in picturesque settings eventually made me swell up like a huge idiotic hot aired balloon and explode. This country has me on my knees. Everywhere I look the moss filled spaces fill in the cracks and the grotesque yew trees bend and twist only to greet me..oh how poetic huh? What I'm trying to say is that England has a huge romantic side and I can't help but take to it even if the people residing in this country don't care or over look it. Most are too busy making money or impressing their friends with large SUVs, designer clothes, fake tans and big phones with useless apps. Mostly everyone here it seems overlook the points of interests, the awesome history or overall importance of art around them. But sometimes, just sometimes one or two stand out of the crowd and take me out for a spin, realize I'm not like any English girls they know, freak out and politely shoooo me away.

I need to get my head of the clouds, but hey I like it so I won't.

I think the new disastrous romance has made me realize my life's social pattern as the hopeless romantic a passive one, hrmmm I think the deluded comment was a fair one. Sexy? Well that's another story.

I am swimming against the current. Like a salmon's head splicing through the rush of water to 'get to the other side'. Side of what? I'm slowly finding this out (hopefully). I'm a Canadian living in the UK. Going day to day fighting against English culture and their ways of life, OH and boredom.