Mrs Sowler answered loud enough to be heard above the hum of talking in the sixpenny places. “I was having a drop of gin, and I saw the paper at the public-house. I’m one of the discontented poor. I hate rich people; and I’m ready to pay my sixpence to hear them abused.”
― Wilkie Collins, The Fallen Leaves.
Frog ran up the path to Toad’s house. He knocked on the front door. There was no answer.
“Toad, Toad,” shouted Frog, “wake up. It is spring!”
“Blah,” said a voice from inside the house.
― Arnold Lobel, Frog and Toad are Friends
I went to visit my sister in Newcastle last week. Newcastle is a long way north (further north than main inhabited bits of Canada, latitude fans), so this time of year it doesn’t really get properly dark. As I headed home in the early twilight of a bit past 10, I thought about how much these long days shaped my experience of summer growing up, and also that, as I vaguely kept track over the past few months of potential “summer songs”, I’d been subconsciously soundtracking this meteorology. So here’s a series of songs for long days, for when a lazy summer afternoon turns into an increasingly intensifying, and never-ending, evening.
- Sabi - “Cali Love (feat. Tyga)”
- Love Dollhouse - “Can I”
- Little Mix - “Move”
- Cher Lloyd - “M.F.P.O.T.Y”
- Girls’ Generation - “Beep Beep”
- 2NE1 - “Happy”
- Sky Ferreira - “You’re not the One”
- Shakira - “Can’t Remember to Forget You (feat. Rihanna)”
- Michelle Williams - “Say Yes (feat. Beyoncé & Kelly Rowland)”
- Cheryl Cole - “Crazy Stupid Love (feat. Tinie Tempah)”
- The Saturdays - “What are you Waiting For?”
- Little Nikki - “Right Before my Eyes (feat. DJ S.K.T)”
- Katy B - “Blue Eyes”
- Florrie - “Free Falling”
- Nicole Scherzinger - “Your Love”
- Kiesza - “Hideaway”
- Robyn & Röyksopp - “Do it Again”
I didn’t think Chennai Express was a very good film, but Deepika Padukone is fantastic in it. She manages to make an incredibly thinly-written character completely compelling by portraying a huge range of emotions through different way of rolling her eyes.
Prodigal beyond measure
neutral beyond measure
with no purpose or conscience
with no compassion or fairness
fertile and desolate and uncertain all at once
― Taylor Swift