Luminarium

Designed in 1992 by Alan Parkinson, the luminaria are hand made and assembled in an old lace factory in Nottingham. Their coloured pieces of PVC encourage sunlight to shine through creating a unique experience. This coupled with the relaxing music creates an inflatable structure of chillaxing. Please don't run

This in an example of something I was stewarding at the weekend. It indeed is an amazing structure and one that, with your first experience, makes you laugh, cry, chilled, complacent. It was a joy to be a steward when the weather was warm outside, and not many people were there. But when it was sleeting it down and was windy, and at full capacity, and children ran around jumping off the walls then it made the job a lot more unlikeable.

An old mate from Leeds had contracted a few of us to come and steward the structure for the travelling company that had brought it. However he had said that two chaps from college were coming too. Two lads that most people liked, and I tolerated, on a good day. A very very good day.

The day started ok, but one of the lads has a very interesting mind. He likes to see the best in all situations. So here we are, freezing our tits off outside this bouncy castle thing that wasn't a bouncy castle, and it's raining, and our feet are cold too, and i say 'fuck me this is shit.' He replies, 'well don't see it like that. In some countries, these kids would be soldiers.' Now I'm no expert on either Peace studies or biology, but I am pretty certain that 4 year old girls and boys don't have the strength and dexterity in their fingers to hold AK-47s. Then he'd walk around singing and dancing, at the top of his voice, like old times. People don't want to hear the fuckin guitar for three hours on tea-on-the-landing for fucks sake!

'I've experienced something different today...the green light bouncing off your bald head.' I don't mind mates joking about my baldness, but mates only please.

PRICK

This went on for two days, and I was ready for smacking him. 'No-one has ever gunned down a New York Police Chief before' those words of Sal in Godfather Part 1. But they did it, and it ripped everything open. I should have smacked him. I'm not sure anyone ever has. Extroverts also have things to hide and hide that. Introverts have things to hide but people know it too.

Psychedelic Breakfast?

Floyd fans of you will notice the title; a track from Atom Heart Mother. I ate my cereal crunching in sync with the track. Then, as I moved to the laptop my Dad and Mum started a conversation with me. It was difficult as, whenever they said something the music kicked in, so I had to ask them to repeat.

My Dad rushes my Mum about, 'ah fuck you then' she shouts, 'go without me.' (You may be standing back now with a look of absurd shock on your face...don't worry. They don't mean it.) Dad went in to the car, Mum followed soon after. Dad drove away 'woooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhh' exclaimed Mum as she attempted to chase Dad down the street.

Bought an mp3 player last night so I can put talking books on there. Hope it will encourage me to walk about more.

Hello...(sheepish)

So sorry for not replying sooner!

Mind you, I think there's only about 3 people who read this blog and they text me regular! Would be nice for some new readers though.

So last night was the final of the Apprentice and I really enjoyed it; the whole 12 weeks worth. There was some rate drivvle in the mix, esp Mr Ben Sandhurst and Noorul the Pathetic Fish but all in all a good bunch. Not that Phil Pants Man though. God i'd like to gerrim darrrnn vat pub and gee 'im a good threshin...as my Mother may have, on occasions, uttered.

I had a rather interesting and enjoyable weekend too but that can be saved for another blog. One thought however; there are some people from college that I didn't like, and didn't miss. This weekend has re-affirmed that thought.