and I'm pretty fond of them too.....(that's a major understatement)

Except the Lord build the house, 
their labour is but lost, their labour is but lost that build it;
Except the Lord keep the city, 
The watchman... waketh but in vain.

It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early,
And so late take rest, so late take rest,
And eat the bread of carefulness.
For so he giveth his beloved sleep.

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;
A good understanding have all they that do thereafter
The praise of it endureth forever.
Repeat last section with gusto as enforced by Mr Parry!


There were many occasions at school where I felt the whole thing pointless and the teachers insane but as the ordeal continued i grew to love it and after being there for a year longer than most I was truly saddened to leave. I was all for change but that school was and is a part of me! It has made me into the person that I am today, From the age of 11-19 every one has a lot of experiences and changes in different ways; it sets the precedent for years to come. I will always look back on those days fondly same as any other period in my life but KEHS has a special place in my heart and always will! From lessons learnt to the people that I met KEHS played a huge role in laying the foundation of who I am today; take that as you will!

"What I love most about rivers is, 

You can't step in the same river twice,

The water's always changing, always flowing.

But people, I guess, can't live like that

To be safe, we loose our chance of ever knowing

What's around the river bend

Waiting just around the river bend..."

you shared this with me yesterday...now I pass it on



other bands I am listening to now


- slow cub...yes still
- the middle east
- broken bells
- north atlantic oscillations
- bombay bicycle club

Trick Question- Slow Club




...along with the rest of their back catalogue

"You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met..."

The lyrics to the opening verse of Regina Spektos Samson are beautiful! There are many other words that could be used to describe them, but I think beautiful sums up exactly how I feel about them! I still remeber the first time I heard this song and how it simply made me stop and listen.

This past month I have had this song doing laps of my head, and when I thought it was going...I found myself sat around a piano singing it! Rather than have a post dedicated to the feelings that Ms Spektor causes to stir inside me when I listen to her music I thought I would instead share my tohughts on a certain part of the first verse.

I loved you first...it seems simple enough; but then you start to think bout the value of this statement and if it has any at all. How can one be certain that they are the first, what are you first to? what time scale are you working towards? What's so good about first? First has no measure when it comes to love. Also there is no measure of love, the whole concept is subjective. Life is not a race in the strictest sense. Things do not always follow an order, and even when there is order in things chaos may still ensue.

I enjoy the chaotic elements in life and the excitement hidden in not knowing what may come next. First means minimal in realists terms. Achieving your goal first, or quickest may seem like the completion of one's goal but the true test starts in maintaining all those things that you have to do to achieve your goal and staying on top of the game. Being first just means you have longer to work at something.

...as Imogen Heap sings...There is beauty in the breakdown...and I'm a good fan of living through the process and not getting cause up in the end. What's the point in the journey if you don't enjoy the ride!?

Regina can be found hiding here

I heard a puff, I heard a blow
I felt the ground, I felt the snow
I thought of linen and old lace
I never really saw his face
I heard a grunt, I heard a moan
I felt the sun, I saw the moon
I saw the northern light above
And the eclipse of the sun
I am a breath, I am a wish
I am a rocket, And a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
My own body as a scale
You heard a whisper in my ear
You are not here, you are not there
I saw the northern light above
The eclipse of the sun
My feet was hurt, my knees were sore
And I wondered why he burned
And I wondered why he burned

Kino - The Knife