Well it seems that the end for Bangor [in terms of
me being here] are looming ever closer. In just
over a week I’ll be leaving Bangor. Of course I’ll
return but it won’t be the same as I won’t be living
At the moment as I sit in my room that is looking a little
more bare than it did last week. And it makes me think
of Scrubs for some strange reason. In particular the last
episode of Season 8 when JD leaves Sacred Heart. And how
he was goping for the massive goodbye. Which as we know
in life, doesn’t happen.
So, I pack my things, the majority of my things
anyways. I didn’t pack my cameras away as I have a
feeling that I may need to use any of them at any
given time. Yes, I am that geeky. For further
evidence of this look below.
I know, awesome right?
I don’t have much else to write except that my jaw hurts
if I open it too wide which makes yawning and eating
quite painfull but at least my feet have healed and I’m
able to walk around without feeling epic pain 🙂
Also, not having a job is really fucking boring.
Posted in life, photography, polaroid, writing
Tagged Bangor, Belomo, blog, blogging, Cameras, Canon, facebook, flickr, good times, life, life experience, Lomo, London, looking back, Moving Out, new cross, Olympus, one photo blog, Pentax, photo, photograph, photography, polaroid, polaroid 600, polaroids, Rolleiflex, scrubs, Season 8, short post, Wales, writing
Seren is the student newspaper for Bangor University
and there is a part of called ‘Creative Corner’ where
you are able to submit photographs, writing etc for
Well I submitted a poem and two photographs and
they both got included which was pretty awesome.
What was great about it was that I finally did something
with my poems [due the encouragement of
yourownpersonalmonster, possibly one of the longest
standing readers of this blog] and I knocked it
off my to-do list. Which as it transpired it was never
on the list to begin with.
I have received compliments about the photos
and the poems which is always nice. I have
included it in this post as a PDF file so you can
just download it. If you go to Page 20 you will see
a photograph of some bikes in black and white
[that’s mine] and on Page 21 I have the poem[s]
as well as a photograph I took in a bookstore
I was thinking of submitting again. We’ll see what
they think of these and whether they feel they are
Hope you enjoy 🙂
Seren April 2010
Posted in life, photography, poem / poetry, writing
Tagged awesome yeah?, Bangor, blog, good times, heart felt poem, life, love, love poem, photo, photograph, photography, poem, poem / poetry, poems, poetry, random, Seren, short blog, short poem, short post, Student Newspaper, Wales, writing
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.
[fun with polaroids of people who are amazing]
[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]
Posted in life, photography, polaroid, writing
Tagged andrew murrock, awesome yeah?, Bangor, blog, blogging, Film Photography, good times, home, life, life experience, Mike Walsh, one photo blog, photo, photograph, photography, polaroid, polaroid 600, Polaroid SuperColour 635, polaroids, random, short blog, short post, Tabitha McGuiness, Tom Giddings, Wales, writing
I am in a very strange place right now. Even
though that strange place is home.
Now that I live in Bangor that word has become less than
exclusive. I am able to call both Wales and England home,
and it feels very strange. I’m kind of finding it hard to
When I’m in one place it feels like I’m missing
out on opportunities in the other place. I call
both places home but also feel slightly estranged
from both. Which also makes me think as to
what I’m going to do when this Bangor based
Do I stay in Bangor? If I do, I would have to find
somewhere else to live which I suppose wouldn’t
be amazingly difficult but at the same time. I would
have ‘done’ Bangor if that makes sense. I would of have
had the experience of it, which is probably a better
way to say it.
Do I return to my hometown? And if I do this,
I would probably have to think about actually finding
a career for the rest of my life and sort that out. But
to me that seems incredibly boring. Incredibly.
Or just disappear again. To pop back to hometown
after I have to move out of Bangor and within a couple
of months slip away again to another place/country.
The thing about this is that I have the worse
habit of not actually telling people that I’m
going away. And for some reason I can that
as being one of my character flaws. But on
the other side of that. I NEED to see the world.
I can’t just say to myself at twenty-two years old that
where I am is where I am going to be forever.
I just can’t.
I’m pretty sure I know which one of the three it’s going to
be. And I’m pretty sure you do too.
It’s not often that a primarily good person has to
make the choice between being selfish or not.
And picks the road that leads to selfishness.
But the truth is I haven’t really got anything tying me
down to anywhere. Oh the joys of beings me. It’s ok
to be envious just so’s you know.
Posted in life, looking back, writing
Tagged 7 Weeks, alone, bad habit, Bangor, blog, blogging, choices, disappear, England, Gym Class Heroes, home, life, life choices, no anchor, random, selfish, short blog, short post, Strange, travel, Wales
OK, so it has been an admitedly long time since my last post
and this is not through lack of trying as I have gone to write
things for this blog during time and just ended up closing the
tab without actually saving the draft of the hundred or so
words that I had just written. Which I guess is the digital
likeness of throwing paper in the bin after spending ages
trying to write something. Although this is more eco-friendly.
And it’s not even confined to the post editor that WordPress gives
you. I have even been writing notes [very long notes] in my phone
which are the outlines of blog ideas and on one or two entire posts,
and it was while looking back through these notes that I saw one
that I decided I was actually going to write about. It wasn’t an entire
blog entry but only a title.
‘Getting Bored Of The Fact That The Only People I Kiss
Recently I Don’t Actually Care About’
And it’s true, for at least a couple of months now it seems that the
only people I’ve kissed or done anything with I have absolutely
no feelings towards in that sense. I don’t ‘nothing’ them, but I
don’t feel any spark. And that’s not to say I haven’t felt the spark
but nothing happens with those people. And trust me, constantly
kissing people you have no romantic connection to is very boring.
Another thing that seems to be happening more recently
than it did before is the fact that I’d have to say about
80-90% of them I don’t even know there names and most
of those I find hard to envision their face in my mind. It
kind of reminds me of the Brand New song Millstone. Ah
well, I am hoping this will change, but the point of this
post was just to write something, to be able to say to
myself that I was actually putting my thoughts and feelings
back into this blog. And I have. :]
In the meantime before I figure out what to write about next or
indeed how to word what it is I’ve already written [albeit in note
form] enjoy this photograph of my looking ridiculously happy in Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, Wales.
Apart from what I mentioned above, it’s actually quite fun
Yeah that’s right. Tourist as fuck.
Posted in blog issue, life, photography, writing
Tagged alcohol, blog, blogging, Draft, Feeling Nothing, Finding It Hard To Write, Kiss, Kissing, life, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, photo, photograph, photography, random, relationships, Tourist, Tourist As Fuck, Train Platform, train station, Wales, writing