Falling.

I just love the lyrics to this song, so much so that they have now been posted.

I’ve fallen out of favour
And I’ve fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees
And I’ve fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you


Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling’s not the problem
When I’m falling I’m in peace
It’s only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled out name
And my love keeps writing again and again


I’ll dance myself up
Drunk myself down
Find people to love
Love people too drunk
I’m not scared to jump
I’m not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land
I wouldn’t be scared

Sometimes I wish for falling
Wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air
To give me some relief
Because falling’s not the problem
When I’m falling I’m in peace
It’s only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief

Tales of Travelling.

I suppose it might be surprising to the few that read my little musings that I have never actually written about my time away. 

  Just one photo was posted on my return and I left it at that. Truth be told, I wrote an extensive journal whilst I was away and I never intended to publish any of it. However, reading back over it, there are some nice little bits that I would quite like to share. 

 Over the next few weeks I am going to try and publish my most favourite bits. 

Not all of it will make sense but if you can imagine my trip for a brief moment. Then I will tell you that I started in Miami, land of sunshine and more hispanics than in any other part of America. Needless to say it was vibrant beyond belief. 

Day 1 - Landing

The first thing that struck me was the grass is so much bigger. So much so that it looks slightly plastic. 

There were alot of big big buildings and the highway was like something out of a film. It’s funny how much I know about American culture and how many influences have filtered back into our lives. 

 ……… I heard the door open to our room, it’s that moment at uni when you know you have to introduce yourself but you really don’t want to. Finally I plucked up the courage and went out to say hi. She was a really lovely girl named Cecilia from Argentina.

one thing I forgot to write down was the immigration control at Miami Airport. There was an officer who reminded me of a taller Danny Divito, he was barking orders in this strong New York accent. Then another guy called me forward….looked at the danny guy and rolled his eyes saying ‘he is just so loud, why does he always have to be so loud.’ He told me that the checks take so long because they have to make sure i’m not a dope dealer. 

 I replied ‘oh! that old sausage. Yeah better check!.’ I’m pretty much dying by this point, thinking ‘people get arrested for joking about this kind of thing. 

Day 2 - Making Friends

 ….SO after we finished breakfast we decided to go for a cycle along the board walk which was really good. It was insanely hot, and when the wind dropped it felt like being fried alive, but we managed to cycle up to 42nd street, which apparently is quite far. 

 On the way we stopped to ask a guy who was also on a bike if we could actually cycle on the boardwalk (I love that word.) He said we could and then said ‘I used to build properties in California until my mother was murdered…(we thought he was going to say by the stock market, or some monetary thing) but no, murdered by the C.I.A and the police. Completely corrupt act apparently?!? And so he was moving to Spain or France. He was basically a complete nut job and I couldn’t really fathom why he would have told us. 

 After we had ridden back, we decided to go to the beach and go for a swim. The water was so warm it was unbelievable and so blue it was like nothing on earth. I feel like I am in a film. Even though I wasn’t hanging out with the coolest guy I was slowly beginning to like Miami. However, I must say at this point that the place where we were staying was really a little too touristy and I was very much looking forward to being shown the real Miami by Maria. 

 I was slightly overwhelmed by how alike Miami was to Ibiza and Magaluf, I couldn”t help but feel worried that I wouldn’t see the real Miami because there wasn’t really one. This seemed to overshadow the day slightly.

 Then it started to rain warm rain, and the English within me felt alot more at home, as we sat on the beach and I started to feel alot better about it all.