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The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

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The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:54 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beer pub friends love adventures drinks yay hilarious redlion creeps hotties Comments (0)

The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

overcast 10 °C

The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:54 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beer pub friends love adventures drinks yay hilarious redlion creeps hotties Comments (0)

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Explosions

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==There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is. - Einstein==

Sometimes it's the smallest ideas, the tiniest gesture, the simplest thought, that charges forward with strength, beauty and power to become one of the biggest dreams.

I absolutely love everything about fireworks.
The colour, lights and sound, the whole atmosphere they create and the thoughts they provoke, everything about them truly are magical.
Usually I only encounter them on New Years Eve or Australia Day, but whilst in London, I was fortunate enough to experience the thrill of Guy Fawkes Day/Bonfire Night, which came at a time I much needed a little more hope.

Everything is silent and black, a quiet buzz of anticipation sweeps the excited faces.
A faded tiny light reaches up into the night sky.
Eyes open wider.
Higher and higher until... BANG!
A thousand golden sparks erupt in the sky as jaws drop and hearts open.

For a few short minutes, all is forgotten, as we are mesmerised by the dazzling lights.
All the stress, anxiety, fear and worry from your past vanishes with each explosion, and are replaced by all the beautiful moments you've had and have yet to have.

In this moment, you truly are invincible.
You think about what's important, what you need, what you want to achieve, what you value, what your dreams are, who you are and who you want to be.
There's not many moments in life where we take the time to do this, and the fact that we all involuntarily do it whilst gazing up at the beautiful lights and colours, but the fact that we all do it, proves that we are all more alike that we think.
We all have dreams, regardless of how little or big they are, we all want things in life and for a few minutes we can think about how we can achieve it and how thankful we are to have made it this far.

These little miracles exploding in the night sky offer us more than a few minutes of entertainment, but a mental cleanse and boost.
After these precious moments are over and we all flood towards the gates, a smile is still imprinted on my lips and a sparkle in my eye. I feel rejuvenated with hope, purpose and happiness.

Witnessing the tiniest spark explode into the biggest and most incredible beacon, I know I can make it.
I may not be the biggest or brightest, but as long as I can leave people with a smile on their face and warmth in their heart then I feel I have meaning in life, I have a light, and it will never burn out.

Posted by missadelaide 15:23 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged parks london england lights adventure smile fireworks sounds dreams warmth motivation guy_fawkes bonfirenight Comments (0)

The Devil's Mask

Trick or Treat?

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Colours, make-up, masks, capes, costumes, sugar and the cover of night.
Halloween, the Devils Day, is the one night a year a girl can dress like a total slut, and no one can say anything - haha ok not exactly thanks Mean Girls...
Halloween is the one night a year you cover yourself up, being someone/something else and acting as somebody else... the thing is, are you really acting, or just setting yourself free?

Do we wear the Devil's mask because we want a little more heat in our lives? A sexy vampire cloak because we want some invincibility? Or a naughty nurse because secretly we want to be saved? I do realise that people don't overthink this like I do, but surely, underneath the mask, the cape, the make-up, there's a small sense of freedom, creeping out from the shadows and dancing in the grimacing moonlight.

You can be anyone, anything, do and say what you want, regardless of how strange, wonderful or bizarre you may be, there's always someone weirder standing right next to you.
A night without judgement or fear of being judged.
A night without mistakes, just opportunity.
A night without getting lost, but instead, creating your own adventure as you go.

Even though this night has come and gone, I don't think the concepts behind it also have to disappear.
In fact, if more people embraced these, I think we'd all be a lot more happier.

Do what you want. Be who you want. Say what you mean. Take a chance. Get out of your comfort zone. Push yourself. Have big ideas... and you never know where you'll end up, but you'll be you. And you just might find yourself somewhere incredible.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:36 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged night adventure halloween happy life costumes you free mask lollies freedom devils opportunity Comments (0)

Love

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind, and therefore winged Cupid is painted blind...

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Passion is such a deep emotion, that when you experience it's overwhelming power, you are clear, free and know exactly what your heart desires.
There are many things in life that I love, but few special things that I love with a deep passion, truly drive me, motivate me and make me understand myself, my goals, my dreams and the world around me.
I feel this with music, travel and in particular, literature.

After recently watching The Dead Poets Society for the hundredth time, I was once again taken, the beauty of the film captivating my heart and soul.

Carpe Diem - seize the day, simply scribed under my breast, the very words I live by. Embrace and live in each moment, for each is a gift bestowed upon us by the universe.

Ideas and words can change the world - that each idea is precious and valuable, never doubt what you believe in, and if you live and breathe your beliefs, you have a unique power to change your life or someone else's world.

Make your life extraordinary - this life is yours. It is in your hands and it is up to you to make the most of it. I want a great life and I'm prepared
To do anything to make it extraordinary.

After spending the week flooding my thoughts with Keats and Shakespeare... I am constantly reminded of my dreams. When I'm in my element, with a book by my side, words in my head and pen in my hand... My world is clear. And there is no greater feeling than understanding yourself and feeling truly at peace within a single moment. And within this moment, you are invincible, untouchable, unstoppable and most importantly... Free.

And I embrace these precious moments when they occur, just every now and then... And the stars shine a little bit brighter, words taste a little bit sweeter and life is just that little bit more extraordinary.

Xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 08:40 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged life love dead stars literature passion dreams goals ambitions poets Comments (0)

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