Things that unite Europe
Current Doctor Who is like an ex-boyfriend I used to have a great time with and am still kind of into but lately he keeps being an asshole so it’s awkward every time I see him
Beautiful rendition of My Favourite Things by Michael, Jack, Ryan and Gavin <3
when you get into a new thing and all you really care about is that thing and you’re destroying your blog spamming that thing so you have to start pretending to care about other things so there’s some variety
These classical musicians play their instruments in a way you’ve never seen before.
A rather compelling visual experience, on top of being a flawless musical demonstration, performed by Salut Salon, a charming German quartet from Hamburg.
The very first moment you got a taste of independence - when word had spread in your school that somebody’s mum and dad were going away for the weekend, and that the person was having a party. Now the person never knew they were having a party - perhaps having is the wrong choice of word - they were getting a party. When I was growing up, it was called an empty - it derives from the fact that the person would have the house to themselves, an empty house - thus, an “empty”.
Now you musn’t confuse the empty with the high school parties you see in American movies, yeah? “Hey man, you guys - you guys know a kid called Chad Hogan?” “Yeah, man! Everyone knows Chad Hogan, dude! He’s like, the coolest kid in high school?” “Well Chad Hogan’s mom and dad are going away to Long Island for the weekend, man.” “There’s a party at Chad Hogan’s place?” “Yeah! Spring Break, yeahhh!”
Then it shows you Chad Hogan’s party - they guy’s booked a band for his living room! Everybody’s nodding and drinking from these plastic cups - “Great party Chad, yeah! Woohoo!” A bedroom door opens and some guy emerges - “Guess who got to first base last night?! Yeah!” The guy’s 35 years old. Those weren’t the kind of parties we had. We didn’t have Spring Break - we had the Easter Holidays.
A lot more tension in an empty - somebody’s psycho cousin would disrupt the ambience by announcing he’d purchased twelve cans - drank two, spilt one, but only had seven left. “Turn that music off - we’ve got a can thief - fucking turn that down!” Somebody else in a corner smoking a joint and blowing it into your labrador’s face - an intelligent dog, as well, and it’s sitting there frazzled. Another guy’s just trying on people’s jackets - “Does this one suit me?” Not even “does it fit me”? The guy’s a petty thief but he’s also a fashionista. The same guy at the end of the night’s walking out holding a microwave - “I think you’ll find I brought this with me…. and I don’t care for the accusation. I mean, why would I steal a microwave?” (x)