One Direction, if you have been living under a rock, are a band. A boy band. The most famous boy band in the world. And they have the craziest fans on the planet.
Living in Spain has been fantastic so far. Obviously, as with everything in life, it has it’s ups and downs. Some days I love it, some days less so, but overall, it has been a very positive experience.
Why is it that we don’t just run around naked eating berries?
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and cheque’d even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Today, March the 8th 2015, Andy Hocking passed away from a sudden heart attack.
I am deeply, deeply devastated.
I’m sat watching an Italian film with Kirsty and this phrase is mentioned in passing.
The film itself, The Great Beauty, is one of the most bizarre things I’ve seen in a while. In the first ten minutes there is a while lot of glorious Italian partying, some religious singing, a naked man painted red, and a woman, also naked, running and hurling herself at a wall for ‘art’ (the concept of what constitutes art still confuses me but that’s another blog for another day).
Well it’s not an adventure that took me anywhere but it was a mini adventure.
Many people I know have tried Tinder. They’ve chatted for days about this that and the other, they’ve swapped whatsapp information and Facebook names and have even had meet-ups (I hear these are commonly known as dates). Some have gone very well and led to further courting or friendships, some have gone interestingly, and some not so well. It all makes for fabulous gossip over a glass of wine in the evenings.
One sunny afternoon in July, a Wednesday I believe, my friend Celia sent me a text asking if I wanted to work at a festival with her that weekend. This was a teeny tiny new festival by the name of Tropical Pressure about to start up in our own dear Cornwall and we were going to get £25 a day and free access to the festival all weekend for the pleasure. Well, even in spite of the late notice, how could I say no?
So a few weeks ago, a friend of Kirsty’s (Phil) came to visit. We had previously decided that this would be an excellent opportunity to visit Granada, a city we’d be told many times was very beautiful and well worth the visit. As such, Kirsty, Phil, Lucy and myself squidged ourselves into a teeny fiat panda and headed out of Écija, after of course stopping at the delightful ice cream shop on the way for sustenance.