Friday there was a big school assembly for sixth form on university and ucas, where you want to study, what your aspirations in life were, really it was pointless because most people were sitting there thinking about there future in Co-op and Morrisons and how many cools trackie bottoms and super-white trainers they can buy with their wages. I just got this massive urge to stand up and shout FUCK THIS I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY AND LOVED AND HAVE WEED AND CHOCOLATE AT MY DISPOSAL. so i got up and left and wandered out of town until i got to this field where i sat and a joint. this nice hippie with dreadlocks walked by and gave me knowing smile, his dog was lovely too. 

peace, raya

we'll be chasing the sun this summer

i dont want to be alone 

Two roughins in a field, I'll take you back to where I've fallen down

                                                                       Talyllyn Lake

I’ve been having those days. You know.. where you wake up at around 5 in the evening and you smoke a joint out the window and see the clouds. They look boring. Then eat a piece of stale bread and jam and have important conversations with your cat about how the andrex puppy in the adverts looks like it would be a prick.

My bank card has had about 17p in it for months now so I’ve labeled it obsolete and stuck it on my wall next to a newspaper cutout hailing the Strokes’ new album as ‘legendary’.

The fridge is empty except for some wine and three free range eggs. Free range is good; for the chickens at least. I decide that this would be an excellent time to have some scrambled eggs, and when I turn on the tv it’s a critic talking about the state of music in 2011 and how the genre of rock is creatively and commercially moribund. I go back to bed after this and sleep until the morning and go to work, like a normal person. Safe in your bed tonight, reading Kerouac by candle light. Remember the sound of water coming out of my ears as I climbed as I climbed into life. 

Ahoy

so, i've been having one of those days where i turn into a complete misanthrope. you know, where all you do is watch documentaries on strawberry farms in Oxnard, organise the fridge into two categories yum and yuck and finally in the midst of your stupor, buy a ukulele of course!
yes, i bought one, and only about 14.99. quite a bargin for a half decent one too. i've also been indulging in hundreds of youtube tutorials trying to learn songs by beirut and local natives. im getting the hang of it! plus with my abnormally small hands the ukulele makes a nice alternative to the guitar for me.. going to eat
 while being here in the middle east with all the heat in my dad's house is great i've been missing (yes... MISSING) good old wales, and living in the valley. my friend H and i have a diabolical plan inspired by two people in ireland where we'll cut up some pubes and sell it to year 7&8s who are desperate and foolish. enterprising no?

oh my god. who is god, even? well i found him in the form of an ethnic hipster youtube vlogger KASSEM G. check him out here. his best videos are probably the California On series where he and his camera crew walk along Venic Beach and ask the population about various controvertial topics such as marijuana legaliasation, sexting, religion and the like. its a bit of a laugh to see.
here's CALIFORNIA ON ENGLAND

merci

raya

FUCK YEAH FREE BITCH

So. us here at BDBPR have a LOT going on over the next few weeks. firstly, the national holiday of getting absolutely trashed is coming up. yep. st patricks day. living in dublin gives us an advantage at this time of year as everyone goes all out and we have a weekend planned full of jelly-shots, fun fairs and a night out on the town. aoifes and i have to get the ferry the next day at an ungodly hour to go wales to smoke a loada ganja, hit up PIER PRESSURE in aberystwyth and visit the fam!! 

then we're hittin' up our friend D's cottage in the west of ireland to have a weekend of pills, pot and pancakes.