life doesn't imitate art,
it imitates bad television

- Woody Allen

South London, mon amour

It's 1.31am and I'm sat in my lovely boyfriend's attic room in South London. I have a pot of tea at my side.

From the boyfriend's window, I can see, in the darkness, the rooftops of Dulwich; and beyond that, London's glittering business district: the Gherkin, et al.

It's so easy to forget that I also have my dissertation at my side. Sigh.

totally not what I imagined Baudrillard to look like

Looks kind of like a friendly uncle who goes on rambles with his labrador, non? Or someone you might expect to see on Country File?

what keeps me alive is the green in your eyes

In these long dreary dissertation days, there is nothing that soothes me more than beautiful folk songs that sound like they could be Dylan, but are actually the work of four (I think?) brothers from Upstate New York, each sporting fine facial hair. (The facial hair is crucial)

I'm not very tech savvy (I only just learnt how to type little emo hearts on Facebook), but hopefully this should work a treat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BZQ6iuJ2kM

Annoyingly, the album that this song featured is now out of print (so I'm informed by the ever-reliable Wikipedia), and all I can find is this video, which I'm playing repeatedly. But the song was featured on the last episode of Skins, so hopefully if there's enough demand, these Felice Brothers characters will get their act together soon and re-release it. And by the way, I found this song whilst browsing through a dusty vinyl store in Notting Hill. And totally not from watching Skins and lusting over the lovely Freddie. Nuh-uh, not me.