I was going through the guardian’s website
randomly looking up articles. Much like I
do on Wikipedia, I read one thing then tend
to follow a link on a related subject and I
can fall into this endless quest for knowledge
for about two or three hours. It’s a bad habit
and I should be reading my backlog of books,
but, I’m finding it fun these days to read up
on things that surprisingly interest me.
Anyways, whilst looking I came across an
article based around an older article by
Stephen Fry [who is, by all accounts, a
bit of a god]. In the article he basically
wrote a letter to his sixteen year old self.
It’s a lovely article and I really think you
should read it. If you want too click [here]
and if you want to read the original article
click [here]. What I though I would do
would be to write a letter to my eighteen
year old self.
Now I know your not a big fan of being called
Rich over Richard, but trust me, it’s one of
the meeker things that change in your life
over the next three or so years. A big one
would be that that bad habit you kind of
started yesterday, comes back stronger and
its gets much worse, but it does go away, trust
me. And you learn how to deal with things
better. It takes a long time and a major ordeal
with a loved one, but it goes away. I’m not going
to lie, you will think about it alot, you learn
to deal, trust me.
Your little bro, finally starts to take an interest
in music and you and him start a little band
together like Jackie and Keith always said you
should. You do the vocals whilst he plays and
to date, you’ve made a handfull of songs which
you can be proud of. And you’ve received a few
nice comments along the way.
You actually are what can be considered a heavy
drinker these days. You kinda drift in and out of
it from time to time. So look out for that and don’t
take it too far.
You still practice photography, but in my mind
thats all we do, practice. There have been a few
weddings, ALOT of gigs and some parties. You’ll
find that that habit of being able to get along with
anyone works amazingly. Never lose that. Ever.
If I could ask you to do one thing, thats to try hard
at college. I’m not saying that you will be unhappy
in three or so years, but you will wonder from time
to time. So concentrate and get it done, and most
importantly get it done well. Theres not much else to
say to you really, you will have some amazing
experiences and obviously ones that are so terrible that
all you can do is take lessons from them.
Thats it, done. Blah.
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OK, now for the first time in a while
I’m actually worried, lol. It seems that
my band [if you can call it that], have
a gig. Tommorow.
And I found out about it this evening.
I have a 30-45 minute set. And pretty
much no plan. the gig is at about
8:30pm [GMT for anyone abroard reading]
and i’m at work till 5:30pm. Three
hours is all I have.
So tonight I have started writing the lyrics
in a book [which I was meant to do weeks
ago] oh well.
I’m going to see if i can get anyone to photo
the gig and hopefully got a few of the
photographs on here. This is my first gig
in front of the camera [as gig photography
is where I’ve spent most of my tiny photo
career]. And as well as being nervous I do
have to say I am really excited at the same
A link to the myspace:
[friend request would be nice]
Posted in life, music, poem / poetry
Tagged 30-45 minute set, excited, first gig, friend request, gig, greenwich, little bro, little green book, little green chordbook, lyrics, music, myspace.com/littlegreenbook, Scared, song lyrics, witty closing, worried
Whilst playing an impromptu game
of Harvest Moon on the GameCube
“I well just caught a rare fish”
Ray Morris, 2008
No idea why this was so funny at
the time, shits and giggles I guess.
Posted in comedic, life, quote
Tagged comedy, Harvest moon, little boy ray, little bro, little brother, quo, quote, rare fish, ray morris, shits and giggles