Sunday, 30 August 2009

Somme Thing



I’ve hid behind the fear of death for longer than a second
Behind the lies I told myself that might create my destiny
The blood I taste across my lip is just a sign I reckon
A sign to say I’m still alive the pain will bring the best of me
I wear the face that’s witnessed dark and roars that echo pain
The eye that squints to recognise the déjà vu again
The fields are black just like my soul will have to be forever
To kill a man who hasn’t wronged me yet has to fear my arm
The whistle blows and onto war we rise and fall together
By tomorrow we will be just a number as the air is still & calm

Friday, 7 August 2009

Mock The Weak

I found myself in the unfortunate situation the other day, where I came to that cross-road in the process of joke making, that I have found myself in many a time. “Gunn, veer off to the good side & don’t say anything’ !!!, I screamed to myself, as I saw the opportunity to pounce on a friend as he was at his weakest. I couldn’t help myself, it’s a disease. I got straight onto the case of winding him up, expecting him to enter a witty quip of his own into the msn message bar and press enter. His comeback was less than remarkable, he just rolled over & gave in. I wanted a Liverpool versus Ac Milan comeback from him. Instead he gave me the French defending their home from German invasion.

I was mocking a conversation I saw he had on facebook, with a girl who is a friend of mine, who he met at one of my spectacular gatherings. Obviously there was an immediate attraction & the obligatory trip to the cinema occurred. The downfall however, was immense. Romeo & Juliet’s parting can only wallow in insignificance at this short lived love story. Basically she said, and I quote, ‘You’re my new best friend’. Ouch!! The pain rumbles through my soul like the bearer of bad news has delivered my lives worth all in one go. But wait, she hasn’t said it to me. So it’s funny.

The ability to be subtle is not an attribute many girls have. I think I would prefer girls to just be blunt, rather than insult me with there niceties. What was she actually thinking when she said that to him? ‘oh I don’t want to hurt his feelings, so I’ll mention he is my new best friend, that will soften the blow’?? Obviously he didn’t care, and was quick to mention he noticed that she said that, and that would explain why she has ignored his texts & calls for the last fortnight. He is after all a man, & the ‘ plenty more fish in the sea’ way of thinking quickly kicked in, as he explained he was looking for a new girl to ‘do things to when he wanted’. Immense.

The fact that these lady folk try to let blokes know that they just want to be mates & try to let them down gently is not the problem. For me it’s the fact they think that men are too stupid to notice. Off the top of my head, the last couple of weeks I’ve been talking to a girl, probably the only girl I would actually go and check if they’re online to start a conversation with & probably the only girl who brings me the feeling of happiness when I hear the facebook popup noise & her name appears. This is not a ‘oh look she’s on I can start seducing her’ kind of gladness. I know my boredom is about to be cured, I know that I can wind her up & she will give it back as good as she’s got. I can look past the fact that she is one of the most beautiful girls that has ever walked the earth, for the simple fact she is more than the way she looks & I don’t have to painstakingly carry the conversation for the whole journey. But why then, after hours of talking about stuff, making up hypothetical stories about her future homelessness & at no point ever taking the conversation to a level that exceeds friendship, does she insist on always ending the talk with ‘anyways matey, got to go, bye’. Okay so she puts the x kiss at the end. But does she honestly have to kill it off with MATEY. I think guys whether they like a girl in that way or not, still hope that she fancies them. I’d hate to think that she realises that she has just spent a small slice of her life with me, realised its been a long time & any conversation with the opposite sex longer then two words could give them the wrong idea. As realisation hits her, & she is backed into a corner, the only way out is to show me the last hours of ranting like mad people were all in the name of friendship.

The mistakes I have made in the past is to always bring the conversation around to matters of the heart & sex. In my old age, laziness has taken hold, and I just cannot be bothered. Especially with people I like, with people I don’t really like, its always nice to humour them. If you can’t humour the bewildered, who can you humour eh??

I do get the feeling, I am reading to much into my case of the ‘matey’, after all I do call my mum mate, & my uncle calls my auntie mate all the time. I pretty much call everyone mate. So I am going to let people call me mate. I’ve decided. Nothing can be worse than you paying for the date & then after the girl saying straight up ‘you’re my new best mate’, can it ?? Although ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’ & ‘matey’ isn’t mate, it sounds a bit more friendly. grrr …


BRB, I can hear the Facebook pop-up noise.

Thursday, 6 August 2009

Everyone's A Writer


I remember watching a clip of Noel Clarke on the internet once, talking about what was his greatest attribute when it came to working & getting to the top in films. Now, Noel Clarke is without doubt a great talent, and I’ve always liked the fact he makes his films about where he grew up & then uses unknown actors in and around Ladbroke Grove to give them a step-up, or a step-up out. I like the way he doesn’t want to be put into a box, and be called just an actor, just a directed, or writer. He just wants to do what he does, be creative. He wants to inspire & broaden the mind of the narrow minded generation.

Towards the end of school, a stupid amount of people began to completely change their persona, they started dressing differently, making their music opinions well known facts, joining bands, and going to ‘gigs’. Obviously its different for each person, but in my school, these were generally the ‘geeks’. The boys & girls who had no real place in school society, who longed to be part of a set-up. I found it sad that these people must of felt so unhappy the way they were, and the way other people saw them, they felt they needed to change themselves.

There is people, who have written all there lives. Written for themselves, maybe too embarrassed to show others, maybe it was just something that came naturally to them when alone, that didn’t come so naturally to them when in certain environments. I can’t quite remember when it was, but someday in year 12, I went into school & I realised everyone had turned into a writer. Sitting in the common room, listening to guitars being strummed, while awful voices were echoed around the room. Writing about their terrible childhood in the 70 bedroom house in the ghetto that is Ickenham. I wasn’t particularly fond of the way ‘the soldiers’ ran Douay, but how I missed them. Those guitars would have been smashed over heads before they got to the chorus. I’m sure there are many a reason for why people started to evolve into these outrageous alter-ego’s, but I don’t know what they are.

Today I have a slightly different perspective on things that took place, back in the day. Although I still think these people were awful at what they were trying to do, they still had an audience. They still have an audience. Surely this couldn’t be my jealousy? That people who have started writing in the last 6 months, had a bigger audience, then I had managed to gain in over 10 years? I’ve never been a fan, of trying to be something that people don’t see me to be. If I am not the funny one, then, I wouldn’t try to be funny. If I am not the really good singer, then I am not going to sing & expect some applause. These people were not performers, they were not writers, & they certainly never had an audience before. Part of me looked on at them, and thought, ‘yeah I can do better’. But deep down I knew, that these people stepped up, & it was before me. They fought against what people saw them as, they found something that could bring them together & let them be who they wanted, or let them have something they’ve wanted? There was no-way then, that I could show them I was better, that my voice was stronger, my words far more clever. I have never wanted to break the boundaries of what I am to others. I told jokes, played football and drank beer. What I do & what I can do are not the same. What I am to you & who I am to me are not same. To me, these people were never writers, singers, musicians, but when they looked in the mirror, that’s what they saw. But now, just like they did all those years ago, I am working towards, something that people don’t perceive me to be. I’m enrolling on an acting course, so I can study Drama at university. So I can work as an actor on my films & any other work that comes my way. I have never acted, I am not an actor. BUT the fear that I might be embarrassingly atrocious has held me back too long. I want to do it. Just because I want to. No, articulate answer here, no ramblings of words that I don’t understand, I just want to do it.

I’ve realised this piece has spiralled out of all control, like my days on earth that I like to call life. I’m thinking I should get back to referencing my thoughts via Noel Clarke. He was never a writer, he started his writing career in his late twenties. The entertainment business thought of him as an actor, but he stepped up and done something that wasn’t him. When there was no director for Adulthood, they asked him to direct the film, he hadn’t stepped behind the camera before, but he went with it. He wasn’t afraid to do something that wasn’t him. He wasn’t afraid to fail. Of course there are loads of directors, who have done it all their life, who have studied it & have trained meticulously in the art. Many of those haven’t directed a number one box office film. What I am trying to say is, I have no right to be a better writer just because I have been writing for longer than others. So hopefully people who have acted all their lives will not necessarily be better than someone who has never acted before. I’m pretty much expecting the same looks I gave to those when they starting going on about their lyrics, the ‘what you playing at’ stare. Oh Well.


So, Noel Clarke’s Interview, what was his greatest attribute when it came to being a successful writer ?? ….. To be continued

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Beauty Is The Beast

(thick brumy accent)

She sits upon her bed at night
Remembering when she looked a fright

When the boys would taunt & tease her face
And say she belonged in outer space

When she was fat & her friends were thin
Just to be one of the girls she’d do anything

When at the prom she didn’t go alone
Her mates went with boys & she stayed at home

When at her party her mates all got pissed
And never got her a present, never gave her kiss

When her mates all had sex and they said it was great
She said not for her, she’d rather wait

When across the playground, there were screams of geek
Put some deodorant on, your armpits reek

When one day, the shout its changed
It was from a boy, but not her age

From the year above, he was so cool
He said don’t worry about them there all fools

He asked her to the pictures after school
He said he’d seen her around & she was beautiful

Its been ten years since then & she is 25
And tomorrow she is going to be his bride

She looks in the mirror & feels no longer alone
Either do her old mates, but all their kids have a grown

She doesn’t just look, She feels beautiful too
She’s always looked like this, but only he knew

Beauty you see, is in the eye of the beholder
And now every night, he gets to hold her

Beauty you see is more than the eyes
It’s the feeling in the heart, the feeling never lies

And now she thinks, of her mate’s husband who always cheats
And how she feels, for the ones who are now getting beats

The ones in the flat, with the third baby, & rocking’em
Only wishing they could have the company of somebody mocking’em

Now they’re the lonely ones, with all the regrets
Highlight of the day, finding manky cigarettes

The same ones who used to make a name, through a fumble in the shed
And the girls who had no shame, having a rumble in the bed

These so called mates who said she wasn’t worth a dime
While they would smoke on dads tobacco & delve into petty crime

They said she’d amount to absolute nout
But they were going to be famous without a doubt

She used to think, there brain dead them
They want to be pop-stars but they can’t sing

And when they asked, what she wanted to be
She looked at them & said, I want to be happy

So all these mates, they’ve messed up there lives
They can only dream of being a nice guys wife

But as she sits, upon her bed tonight
She remembers, she couldn’t give a shite

James Gunn 2/08/2009