Tag Archives: andrew murrock

[moving away from the big BA]

So at the moment, it’s 3:10 as I start to write this post. Most of my
things are packed and ready to go with bits and pieces that I have
to sort out first. In six hours I will be in a car on my way out of
Bangor.

I have know this day was coming for weeks, known that I was
moving out for months, so this hasn’t been a surprise. I mean,
I pack about 90%  of my stuff a week ago. But as I sit here, my
friend Andrew quietly snoring and the worlds worse tumble
dryer in the background. It’s here, six hours from departure
that the emotion hits me at all.

All day I’ve been thinking “Wow, this is actually my last day
in Wales, the last day for a long time that I’ll have my own
personal space to do with as I please”. But, although these
thoughts have been racing through my head. There wasn’t
really an emotional tag to go with them. Until the goodbyes
came.

Now because of growing up, building up my hopes and then
having them crashed down in the last second. I live in a
perpetual state of expecting things to wrong and not getting
excited about them until they actually happen. This counts
for the unhappy side of things as well.

It’s only now that I start to realise that this year has gone fast.
I have done so much with it and still feel like I should have
done more. I’ve seen places I’ve never seen before, I’ve been
on student radio, been a club photographer, watched the sunrise
on a pier, made new friends that I hope I will be able to stay in
contact with. Because, that is what I’m terrible at. And also
these are only the things I can remember straight away.

The people I’ve lived with this year have been amazing and
I truly mean that. Tabs, Will, Big Bear & Mike.

Tabs is my best female friend bar none and has been for a
long time we get on so well, it’s fantastic. We have pretty
much the same tastes in a lot of things but not all things
so we can find things to argue about, which I know sounds
weird, but is something we loved to do.

Drunken conversations with Will were always funny and
when we found ‘Take Me Out’ on ITV I don’t actually
believe we could have been happier at that moment.  And
he was also the first person to call me the happiest person
in Bangor as I always seemed to be smiling.

Big Bear and Mike were two of the most awesome people I
have met. And I’m happy to have moved to Wales to have
lived with them. A quick story, when I first moved here I
was carrying this massive suitcase and I arrived at the
bottom of the steps with it. Mike having just got onto the
landing to make a phone call quickly put down his phone and
helped me carry it up the stairs and this was before he even
knew me. Big Bear was always there with the good advice.
the kind of advice you always knew made sense and he
knew you knew made sense. Then after that we would spend
an hour or two killing zombies or playing Guitar Hero. When
it was Guitar Hero Mike would also be playing and you knew
for a fact the ‘Plug In Baby’ by Muse would be played. I’m not
a Muse fan really but grew to love the song because of the fun
times associated with it.

One of the big things that happened since being in Bangor is
that I finally figured out what I want to do with my life and I
have half of a complete plan. Which is alot more than I have
ever had before, trust me.
As I’m writing this I am getting ridiculously upset, with the
things I’m writing making me remember amazing times had
in and because of Bangor. And it’s all going through at 100mph.
But the thing is this must be normal. I am moving out after a
year of being with the most amazing people and in a great place.
I always knew that this was a great time in my life and like I said
earlier it’s only just hit me it’s over and it”s hit me like a ton of
bricks. It truly has.

[if you would like to listen to my band]

A polaroid portrait of Ray Morris

Ray of Little Green Book

I have mentioned Little Green Book on this blog quite a bit,
and I’m going to mention them again. Little Green Book is
the combination of my little brothers insane musical talent
and my ability to ad lib. All the songs are recorded once
and done with it. Most [if not all] of the songs are made up
on the spot, the only exceptions are those which no-one
has ever heard.

If you click the top photograph you will get
directed to the new soundcloud account with
some of the songs on and if you click on the one
on the bottom you will be directed to the
myspace account.

When I move back home I will hopefully be able to get some
new stuff together if me and my little brother can find the
time and if I can find something worth singing about. I’ve kind
of lacking in the inspiration department recently.

There is also the chance of drums being added
to the band. But that’s another blog for another
day.

Our one and only gig to date.

[funwithpolaroidsofpeoplewhoareawesome]

About two or three months ago whilst perusing the
overlooked boxes of the local charity I came across
a great little camera. A Polaroid Supercolour 635.
Basically a polaroid camera that takes the standard
600 film. Just in case you were unaware I had broken
my other Polaroid camera. [we dont talk about it]

So obviously I bought it. For about £3. Love it.

But I had to wait till I visited home earlier this
month because I hadn’t packed the film with me
and it is increasingly hard to get these days. So
whilst I was back I put some into my bag [to be
honest I should blog on my time back, oh well].

So, I had ten photographs left. I had the first one taken
whilst Andrew and I were in the Storm FM studio.
The second I took on Bangor Pier. And the third….

When you only have ten photos left in a camera
and with no idea where your next lot is coming
from or indeed if that next lot will ever come
about. You make sure the photos are worthwhile.

Title:
[fun with polaroids of people who are amazing]
Alt Titles:
[you’re so cool I’d waste a polaroid on you]
[you’re so cool, I’d actually waste a polaroid just have you in it]

[first time feeling it]

Ok, regular readers of this blog [or if you know me] know that
I have recently moved to Wales from my home in south east
England and this is quite a distance.

251 miles [according to google maps]

Now this isn’t the first time I’ve moved away from home, but
it is by far the furthest distance away. And don’t get me wrong
I am actually constantly enjoying myself here. But for the first
time in my life on Sunday I felt homesick , which was odd,
because being totally honest I’ve never felt that before because
I’ve never really been more than an hour away.

Now was it a family member? Nope. Was it the fact that it was
my mums birthday and I wan’t there? Nope. Was it the fact that
I missed my little brothers first gig with his new band? Nope.
The thing that made me feel homesick was that for the first
time I actually felt missed, and it was communicated through
a simple facebook status update by a friend of mine

ClipboardMurrock

Now this isn’t to say that I don’t miss my family because I do, but I
dunno that one kinda got to me, oh well. Oh and S.C.B is Super
Chocolate Bear, a nickname Andrew gave me because he is a big
scrubs fan.

Oh and on a random thing, my hair style at the moment is the best I think
I’ve ever had it, it’s platted at the tip and shaved at the sides, really like it.

Also, think I’m gonna drag random people to Wales. Yepyep

[no boat nor bridge, or crucifix can hold me back]

Today, at work, my friend Andrew
and I were standing about on the
shop floor. It was a quiet time, where
there were no customers and little
to do.

So obviously we fill the time with light
hearted conversation. During which he
turned to me and said

“It must be fun to be you”

“How so” I replied

“To not have a care in the world”

To which I replied with a quick remark
of something or other and carried on
with the day, but like most things that
people say to me recently it does not
sink in straight away. It waits in the
back of my brain for a few hours and
then hits me full force in the face whilst
my mind maybe contemplating other
menial things.

If we were to look at another example of
how my mind is slow but powerful. I was
walking around Bluewater Shopping Center
last Tuesday where I happened to happen
upon a friend of mine. I asked if I could join
and she said yes. Now as we were walking
around and I was doing my usual habit of
trying to fit as much information about as
much as possible in the little time that I had.

About fifteen minutes into this, whilst she
was sitting enjoying a cigarette she looked up
and said;

“Richard? Does it scare you that we’re adults?”

“Not at all Steve, it’s an adventure” is all that
I could come out with. But whilst I was on the
bus ride home. It started to sink in. I’m an adult
now, does this mean that the fun is over? That
the time spent absent mindedly was wasted?

Not at all, although since that conversation
it has scared me slightly to realise that I’ll
soon be 22 [22? fuck]. I’ve got a plan, as loose
as it is, I have a plan. Come the middle of August
and that when I’ll start the travels. Europe will
become my bitch. Till then I have to stop the
travels otherwise I’ll be stranded.

It’s annoying that Steve can still get into my
head, haha
.

[a view on valentines day and love, one day too late]

My view on valentines may be slightly
askew, this is because all my valentines
have been spent single. This does not
necessarily mean alone. Just single.

And this is it. I think Valentines Day is
great. Seriously. Romantics like myself
are in our element on this day.

I like the idea that for one day of the
year there are couples out there trying
to make that evening perfect for the
other person in their life. Not only
that, the most important person in
their life.

Running all over the place trying to
make things just right. It’s great.
This year [or the ones before] you
may have noticed your male friends
turn to romantic mush for their
lovers.

Even I got stuck at work writing love
notes and poems for the girls I work
with. Not my best work, but they
seemed to like them. I was doing that
for most of my day at work yesterday
and then after work I went to the
pub with my mate Andrew it was
an alright day in general.

And even though it does remind one
on how single they actually are. I
don’t get annoyed, I actually get
cheerful. Love is awesome. A day to
solidify that fact keeps the hope alive.

Quite a few people stare blankly when
Valentines is mentioned many saying
that they have not truly experienced
anything that could be described as
love. Or that what they thought was
love at the time really wasn’t.

Thing is, I’ve  been in love a few times
before, and if what I felt wasn’t love
then love would probably be more
powerful than I’d be able to take.

Happy Valentines People
x

[jesus christ thats a pretty face]

First off,

Happy Birthday Andrew

[otherwise known as
http://mrhappy88.wordpress.com]
[I’ll probably see you before you
read this anyways]

This week has actually been pretty
decent. Celebrated three birthdays,
played a gig, rested up, went out
for the majority of the nights and
had constant good times.

Oh and realised I suck at bowling.

I find it increasingly hard to
summise these days for some
reason. Probably because I am
fully aware of how I can waffle
on. Lets just say this, for the
most part, life is good.

Can’t really ask for more than
that.

[I’ve actually realised that this
is quite a short blog, hmmm]