just let me in

real photo of her mum in bath

i've written and deleted this introductory paragraph about 18 times. originally, it was about christmas stuff. then it was a big moan about me feeling emo every weekend. after that, it was a look at my delivery from bear hug and then it was back to my bitter rant about adult life making me tired and poor all the time. but instead of all of that, i've realised that i never did finish up my affectionate look at the musical stylings of gabrielle aplin. so let's have a look at her "home" EP and talk about why it's so good, okay?

we are the sparks that never fade

maybe i do like girls after all

there's some things in life you've got to laugh at otherwise you'd cry. the sort of things like how tragically sly and petty some people are; poorly made decisions which a child could've judged better; the daily happenings in the life of a depressed, borderline ocd riddled bipolar 23 year old gay man. to tune it all out, there's always music. so today, after a never-ending shift, i ended up falling asleep on the bus and taking a great big fucking tour around bristol subconsciously listening to, yes you guessed it, gabrielle aplin.

we're too blind to see what's really here in front of our eyes

i think this is in bath! 

TGIF!!!!!!!! i've been back in work for a mere two days but it feels like i've been there an eternity and so i'm writing to you from the confines of my bed, lucozade and sick bucket at the ready. what a weekend this'll be. as we all know, music is a great escape. and there's one little lady who holds a special place in my heart forever and always and that's miss gabrielle aplin. yeah, she sung that john lewis song once upon a meadow but she did bloody loads before that. get ready for this new series.