I would like to inform you, 
if you didn't already know, that I was in love a while ago.
She had the most amazing eyes -
deep and soulful, looking into them was like a cliche, 
a story book moment written into some broadway play,
my world always paused whilst I gazed, 
grazed on the air, wishing, knowing I wanted to kiss her.
Her soft subtle lips bring into play
her sexual aroma, arousing me into some lucid dream
Where, in control, I declared that I loved her.
In more ways than I believed possible - 
Every inch and every ounce -
Her hands, silky smooth and supple, 
I loved how they continually refused to stop moving all over, 
touching every measure -
creating a trance-like state of mind, 
whereby, again, I declared that I loved her.
My mind thinks it clear and organises
a certain rhythmic order, which reorders the 
hymns that it reverberates whilst beating to
the syllables of 'I loved her'.
There is no biological term, 
no scientific word, no sentence that a writer-come-poet could create
that would come close to defining how I felt:
I adored her and I wanted to wake up next to her, 
She was both the start and end to my day
and I would like to reiterate one notion, 
a self inflicted legislation that declared a
basic emotion - I really did love her.

Apologies, apologies.

I apologise for not posting a review of the match - it was depressing haha. The score was what? 4-3? We lost a 2-1 lead from half time and I lost 6 quid on the game, sigh. The following game against Shrewsberry was equally depressing, but ah well.

I have nothing to write about today - I've got my grades back, feel a little depressed and annoyed. I'm now trying to decide between a poetry event or a football game.

Decisions.. decisions.

inb4 the Arsenal game, a review of 'Giraffe' on the heath.

Having already eaten at Giraffe a few times I sort've knew what I was expecting - food that was a little over-priced, with reasonable cocktails and lovely if over friendly waitresses. This visit was to be a surprising one. The service as we walked in was prompt and lovely, the waitress had a nice smile on her which is always an encouraging sign. We were shuffled through the restaurant and chose where we wanted to sit. We quickly chose the drinks and the food - so far, so good.

The drinks came first, tap water with no lemon (as asked), a glass of coke with a lemon and a smoothie. The waiter who delivered the smoothie was extremely friendly and started the evening off brilliantly. We eventually decided to punt for the starter and a main for 9.95 which seemed like reasonable value. We went for flat bread drizzled in olive oil with some fancy pesto. I was unimpressed - the food layout was above average but nothing special. The flat bread was dry, the olive oil tasted uninspiring and the pesto, well.. was over-priced and tasted far too much of olives. I wouldn't recommend this, not at all - no.

The main then came - I had 'home-made fish and chips'. I think this can be summed up in a sentence - the worst fish and chips I've ever eaten. I'm unsure if it was battered in beer as I couldn't quite taste anything off the fish. It was bland, plain and needed flavour. The chips needed to be fried for a few more minutes as they were yet to be crispy or chip-like, tasting like warm potatoes covered in salt and pepper.

All in all I was disappointed, minus the smoothie which was above average.

To get the ball rolling - here's a picture.

Expect a post tomorrow with the review of the Arsenal game.

First blog.

Hello - just getting things started. Expect better things asap.