Today I was alerted to a story doing the rounds about teen goths being more prone to depression and mental health issues than their peers. I couldn’t summarise my thoughts in 140 characters and I don’t think the parties I were chatting with would appreciate a long series of tweets as I reminisce on my Goth Years so here we are.
This morning I woke up with the oddest ‘earworm’ for a while. I can’t recall what I was dreaming and it’s nice to finally replace the “DUUUN DUN DER-DER-DER DUUN” of the Game of Thrones theme that’s been lodged in my head since the start of season five. The simple tune looping around my brain this morning is, “Orange balls, orange balls, here we go again!“, a playground chant from my days at primary school (1985-1991, although I have no doubt the game dates back earlier). It’s triggered a morning of childhood memories flooding my mind, all the different games we used to play at break time, and whether these games are still played or if they, and the often accompanying chants, have died out.
Last week I was idly flicking through Netflix following a frantic Destiny session. I’ve reach the stage of knowing pretty much everything Netflix has to offer but was after something light, perhaps comedic. The last time I fancied an airy, carefree hour or so, I ended up going with Lars von Trier’s ‘Nymphomaniac’ which is a perfect example of how I defy myself.
I plumped with ‘Doomsday Preppers’. Probably not the cheeriest subject but I was delighted to find a series on something that has fascinated me for a while now. It began airing in 2011 (so I’m a bit late to the party). Each episode follows three people who are prepping for a major disaster. To a lot of people they’re ‘crazy’ and I tend to agree every so often.
My Twitter and Facebook feeds are bulging at the seams with political posts – anti-UKIP, pro-Green, Tories battling against Labour supporters. I don’t trust any of these parties, they lie and they don’t represent my interests so I’m creating my own party, The Geek Party. My campaign funds are a little low. I currently have £3.58p and a packet of Super Mix Haribo to my name but they say great things come from humble beginnings. Here is an outline of The Geek Party’s policies thus far.
This weekend Bournemouth has been experiencing a mini-heatwave and as we edge closer to June it’s signaled the first inklings of Summer. The shops are blissfully quiet as most of the population head down to the beach or light up barbecues in their gardens. I can smell freshly cut grass, see the neighbours out cleaning their cars and hear children laughing as they play outside. As the general population strip down to their shorts and floral Summer dresses, I begin to feel a pit of dread in my stomach which will last until at least September.