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Kidstreet | Song (Album version)

I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Sometimes it’s the only way to write a genuine sounding conversation. When I’m walking home from the day job after a late finish at half past ten in the night, the empty-ish streets are a nice place to try out dialogue. If people think I’m a bit mad, so be it. I will admit that on paper, this particular idea doesn’t look very conversational, but it’s supposed to be two politicians who can’t stand each other. I’ve been watching a lot of footage from parliament on YouTube recently, fascinated and annoyed by how much of their dialogue boils down to quips and jibes, when it really should be about facts and figures. Excellent material, though.
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I spend a lot of time talking to myself. Sometimes it’s the only way to write a genuine sounding conversation. When I’m walking home from the day job after a late finish at half past ten in the night, the empty-ish streets are a nice place to try out dialogue. If people think I’m a bit mad, so be it.

I will admit that on paper, this particular idea doesn’t look very conversational, but it’s supposed to be two politicians who can’t stand each other. I’ve been watching a lot of footage from parliament on YouTube recently, fascinated and annoyed by how much of their dialogue boils down to quips and jibes, when it really should be about facts and figures.

Excellent material, though.

You go for a walk in the rain

The twitter account Tweeter Rater has been running a series of games over the last few weeks, from the creatively crude ‘Fuckronym,’ (where players use the letters in their twitter username to construct a rude sentence) to the more thought provoking ‘Footprint,’ (where players were asked to complete a survey which would calculate their slavery footprint, then tweet a response to their result).

Recently, Tweeter Rater games have been guest-hosted by other users (which is, in turn, a game called ‘Playmakers!’). Right now, twitter user Blaxtronaut is running ‘Cuil Crucible,’ which I’ll try to briefly explain:

A cuil is a unit of measurement when discussing abstraction, and is represented by an interrobang (‽). A really useful explanation can be found here. The aim of ‘Cuil Crucible,’ is to create a seven-part cuil abstraction from ‽1 to ‽7, on the theme of “you go for a walk in the rain.”

I really enjoyed writing this. It’s completely different and new to me - I had no idea what a cuil was until two days ago - but I’m happy with my efforts, and happy to have learned something new in the process.

So, my cuil abstraction in seven parts is below the cut if you’d like to read it.

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It’s been some week! I proposed to my girlfriend last weekend, and we’ve been on a bit of an engagement tour. Visiting family and friends is always brilliant fun, but it was a special week. We had a family gathering on Friday, which was great. Even though my parents live just five miles from Jen’s mum and her partner, they don’t see each other a lot. It was good to be able to introduce the grandparents to each other - as my granny walked out, she shouted to Jen’s gran, “an fir god’s sake, if ah walk past ee in Morrisons an’ dinnae say owt, tell iz aff! Ah’ve no got ma glesses oan, so ah might no recognise ee the morn!” My grandparents gave us some glasses as an engagement present actually - drinking glasses though, very appropriate! The best bit though, was they’d wrapped them in the tea-towel above. I was in my first year of Primary School when it was made, just five years old. Have fun finding me!
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It’s been some week! I proposed to my girlfriend last weekend, and we’ve been on a bit of an engagement tour. Visiting family and friends is always brilliant fun, but it was a special week.

We had a family gathering on Friday, which was great. Even though my parents live just five miles from Jen’s mum and her partner, they don’t see each other a lot. It was good to be able to introduce the grandparents to each other - as my granny walked out, she shouted to Jen’s gran, “an fir god’s sake, if ah walk past ee in Morrisons an’ dinnae say owt, tell iz aff! Ah’ve no got ma glesses oan, so ah might no recognise ee the morn!”

My grandparents gave us some glasses as an engagement present actually - drinking glasses though, very appropriate! The best bit though, was they’d wrapped them in the tea-towel above. I was in my first year of Primary School when it was made, just five years old. Have fun finding me!

Birdsong

Here’s the problem: I want to send a tweet that’s essentially a boring moan. I’m trying to sleep, and birds outside my window keep waking me up. That’s not a problem, right? If I want to say that on twitter, I can.

Except I keep thinking about all the people who were killed this week, in Boston and West. And then all over the world … Syria, Iraq, and who knows where else.

Suddenly birdsong seems like quite a nice problem to have.

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