Moving to Portishead about a 10 months ago meant that I’m leaving my London crew and life behind somewhat and practically centering myself around Bristol-on hope of which to find new environment and friends. Luckily i found both and i feel snug albeit still out of my London loop.

I feel more like i should be doing something, grown up. Which is why i have resulted to playing Xbox and pre-ordering the new Ghostbusters game.

I live in a beautiful house on the sea front but despite feeling amazingly happy there’s nothing -no matter which way you choose to lead your life- that can ever make it completely content. This thought occurred when watching Woody Allen’s latest Vicky Cristina Barcelona- of which i watched twice on my return home. All Allen’s films dissect relationships, this film in particular shows the life of two girls and to put simply, one plain and one outgoing and their thought processes on life style choice and sexual desire. Immediately i felt inclined to distinguish, when the characters were introduced, to position myself in one of the categories- this was primarily due to the use of voice over. 

Skip to the end.

I love films about language and particularly loved this, but the meaning has made me feel worse and better about life. Without spoiling the entire plot- there is a one way route that we all will end up taking. Whilst Annie Hall makes you laugh, joke after joke- his latest trip abroad has made me realise the real undertone of his films and what a great thing too. The ending to Manhattan is more plausible than Maid in Manhattan. I rest my case.

In other news, the cat’s hidden the four kittens, i am ready to move on and am awaiting a little something a bit counter intuitive. Just how can i get that?

Answers on a postcard.