It’s no secret to my close friends that I have a bizarre obsession with Phil Collins. It is something I honestly can’t explain, but as soon as one of his songs comes on it’s just instant happiness. And that’s totally worth the bagging out I get for loving him. And finding his album ‘…But Seriously’ on perfect unscratched vinyl for 50 cents yesterday totally made my afternoon.
My weekend was pretty good actually. I got nostalgic on Friday night and dyed my hair back to bright red and I feel more like myself than I have in years. It sounds silly, but you read the bit about Phil Collins right? I’m pretty weird.
On Saturday I was narcissistic as fuck after deciding that since I dyed my hair I needed to update my LinkedIn photo. Cue two hours of me attempting to do rockabilly hairdos and posing like a moron in front of a towel (aka backdrop) which lead to two photos I liked. I still look like an idiot, but it’s amazing what an inch of makeup, a decent camera and photoshop can do…
Then on Sunday we went and danced up a storm at the Rock n Roll markets to my friend’s band and generally drank too much Sailor Jerry and cider and pigged out on delicious Turkish and German food.
Dinner conversation turned to our upcoming travel plans (Japan and now Scandinavia) and it got me thinking about my plans to move overseas next year. To be honest I’m fucking terrified about going overseas by myself. But it’s something that I’ve wanted to do for so long, and time is running out for me to qualify for a working holiday visa in the UK or Germany so basically it’s now or never.
My housemate thinks I’m an idiot, and she’s right to an extent. Every time I get excited about going to Europe, the weather is then amazing here all week and I catch up with friends and go and see bands that there will be no chance of seeing if I leave. Leaving them behind, even if it is just two years, will absolutely be the hardest part. And I hope I have the balls to do it when the time comes, because it’s something that I have to do. Lots of people want the house, the career, the kids. I want music, friends and to see the world. If I can combine the three (which I usually do) then brilliant! But I think doing this alone would be good for me.
I’m still torn between either the UK or Germany. Though the odds of me finding a job and my way around London are far higher than if I go to Berlin. My German isn’t even functional enough to order a coffee, let alone work with native speakers. But the best way to learn would be to throw myself into a situation where I have no choice but to speak it. Meh I still have a year of language classes before I go anywhere though, so I can decide later.
Well that’s enough ranting from me for this week. Have fun kids. x
Listening to: Phil Collins
Gigs this week: Brothers Grim & the Blue Murders
Watching: Into the White, Doctor Who
Reading: A Respectable Trade by Philippa Gregory
Current man-crush: Florian Lukas