I sat alone. Where else but on seat 7 in a movie theatre filled with couples on Orange Wednesday, the most celebrated couples day of the week. Damn, it’s the wrong movie, I thought that English movie about the two paraplegic guys was called Shall We Dance? Boy was I wrong. I wasn't hugely disappointed Jennifer Lopez, Richard Gere, Susan Sarandon and that great bald actor from Maid In Manhattan. It chronicles the story of a somewhat unhappy guy that has it all but is who starts ballroom dancing, meets new friends and thus renewed.
Based on a 1996 Japanese film of the same name, 'Shall We Dance' is a feel good movie charting his first steps to competition debut, shrouded in secrecy. Keeps you guessing whether he’s man enough to cling to his vows of monogamy.
What I’ll take from this movie is the reason why we play that life long game, seek 'the one' – you know the game where boy meets girl etc yada yada yada.
Witness.
Calm down, I’ll explain from my new found knowledge. Everyone needs a witness, someone to witness the good, the bad. One life is nothing without being, charted, noticed or - yes, you guess it - Witnessed by 'the one'
So with my new outlook on 'the one'. Let the Game's begin. Again.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The ache...
Oh the ache. That would from the lack of exercise. I played badminton with JR and am feeling the pain! Usually I’d say he kicked my arse but this time I’ll add that I did make him sweat, run and definitely deserved some Hi-fives for some of my shots! I'll only comment on game 4, when I stole an 11-8 victory from 8-8. It saves me writing about the first 2 games when he only just beat me and the third where he showed me that I was the still a Padawan! Or we could blame the fact that I got his place, in Portslade at 5.30am.
That was 10am Saturday morning after, the Friday before getting the hookup from Flip Flop Benny to watch TOTP (Top Of The Pops) being filmed with Plus and Mojo. Snoop and Pharrell filmed Let's Get Blown, Natalie Imbruglia filmed Shiver and G4 filmed something I don’t care about. Post filming and a few sprizters at Pop Bar, I was dragged to Trap after our iPLUS fuelled dancing tube ride! (Affectionately known as iPLUS after we spent an evening ripping CDs and uploading over a day of hard earned music to Plus's iPod!)
After a night filled with dancing and showing a few young bucks a couple moves on the dance floor, I thought I could only hear the distant sounds of Kebabs with garlic mayo calling softly en-route to Victoria Station, but it was actually the sound of screaming guys running to catch the 4am just about pull out without dropping any garlic mayo! That was the journey to Portslade, bar annoying fact – Dale - the 5am inspector asking for the £12.80 rip off ticket, luckily no fine!
Saturday afternoon was a right off, it was spent dozing on JRs couch after healthy bowl of Corn Flakes and fresh bananas for old time sake and watching the rugby. Saturday evening was movie night; my reliable cinema buddy/best mate Fox, JR, Mary and Sue - Fox’s mate went to see Ocean’s 12 – No, I didn’t fall asleep, but that could be down to the rather stylish cinematography or the slick-ish plot or the amazing vision the stylist had while dressing Catherine Zeta-Jones, Brad and the others. Either way, being the visual creature that I am, I was struck.
That was 10am Saturday morning after, the Friday before getting the hookup from Flip Flop Benny to watch TOTP (Top Of The Pops) being filmed with Plus and Mojo. Snoop and Pharrell filmed Let's Get Blown, Natalie Imbruglia filmed Shiver and G4 filmed something I don’t care about. Post filming and a few sprizters at Pop Bar, I was dragged to Trap after our iPLUS fuelled dancing tube ride! (Affectionately known as iPLUS after we spent an evening ripping CDs and uploading over a day of hard earned music to Plus's iPod!)
After a night filled with dancing and showing a few young bucks a couple moves on the dance floor, I thought I could only hear the distant sounds of Kebabs with garlic mayo calling softly en-route to Victoria Station, but it was actually the sound of screaming guys running to catch the 4am just about pull out without dropping any garlic mayo! That was the journey to Portslade, bar annoying fact – Dale - the 5am inspector asking for the £12.80 rip off ticket, luckily no fine!
Saturday afternoon was a right off, it was spent dozing on JRs couch after healthy bowl of Corn Flakes and fresh bananas for old time sake and watching the rugby. Saturday evening was movie night; my reliable cinema buddy/best mate Fox, JR, Mary and Sue - Fox’s mate went to see Ocean’s 12 – No, I didn’t fall asleep, but that could be down to the rather stylish cinematography or the slick-ish plot or the amazing vision the stylist had while dressing Catherine Zeta-Jones, Brad and the others. Either way, being the visual creature that I am, I was struck.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Time told...
It's late Sunday night - My Body's saying sleep, my head's saying ‘sleep but it’s good to blog’!
It's so easy to blog about my completion of Melissa's book, High Fidelity! It's easy to write about great the novel is, how Nick Hornby captures the way a guy blames part of life on ex girlfriends. I could talk about how’ll I’ll miss the main character, Rob and want his girlfriend, but that will only take away from how I’ve been feeling about a certain someone that may have bruised my confidence a little.
Lucky, I can concentrate this blog on how well the book is written, its style, the fact that it can make you smile while exploring the loneliness of a guy living in London. Otherwise, I’ll have to explain why I want to hear, so badly, from someone that I hardly know but seems to have made temporary residence in my head dancing to the tune of one of Kylie Minogue's most famous tracks! Time will tell, but I believe I'll have to abide by the great sayings 'you win some you lose some, there's plenty more fish in the sea'
Time told… New horizons here I come!!
It's so easy to blog about my completion of Melissa's book, High Fidelity! It's easy to write about great the novel is, how Nick Hornby captures the way a guy blames part of life on ex girlfriends. I could talk about how’ll I’ll miss the main character, Rob and want his girlfriend, but that will only take away from how I’ve been feeling about a certain someone that may have bruised my confidence a little.
Lucky, I can concentrate this blog on how well the book is written, its style, the fact that it can make you smile while exploring the loneliness of a guy living in London. Otherwise, I’ll have to explain why I want to hear, so badly, from someone that I hardly know but seems to have made temporary residence in my head dancing to the tune of one of Kylie Minogue's most famous tracks! Time will tell, but I believe I'll have to abide by the great sayings 'you win some you lose some, there's plenty more fish in the sea'
Time told… New horizons here I come!!
Monday, January 24, 2005
...Think Sam. Girls Night.
...think Sam Girls Night
‘...Think Sam. Girls Night’. That’s the latest in the series. What makes up the 'think Sam' series? A selection of self created CDs that reflects the music I'm listening to at a point in my life. Like a good friend, #4 aka Street, said 'a soundtrack to my life'. Girl's night suggests exactly that - a night in a weekend spent with a selection of my sister’s best friends that have embraced me and given me and, I believe, also bestowed on me also the title of a friend.
I've been ask to make 3 CDs for the girls, and decided to dedicate a single in my series to this night. Reason being, its one of those nights that I want to remember. One, spent talking, discussing and, for me, growing up and learning. It's not the first & would not be the last but I love them. It was interjected by a boys moment where we were separated, to let the sexes be.
However, on coming back together I now think that Boy’s nights and girl’s nights are more similar than I imagined. On the flip side, the moment an opposite sex is introduced the dynamics alter slightly - such is Men & Women.
‘...Think Sam. Girls Night’. That’s the latest in the series. What makes up the 'think Sam' series? A selection of self created CDs that reflects the music I'm listening to at a point in my life. Like a good friend, #4 aka Street, said 'a soundtrack to my life'. Girl's night suggests exactly that - a night in a weekend spent with a selection of my sister’s best friends that have embraced me and given me and, I believe, also bestowed on me also the title of a friend.
I've been ask to make 3 CDs for the girls, and decided to dedicate a single in my series to this night. Reason being, its one of those nights that I want to remember. One, spent talking, discussing and, for me, growing up and learning. It's not the first & would not be the last but I love them. It was interjected by a boys moment where we were separated, to let the sexes be.
However, on coming back together I now think that Boy’s nights and girl’s nights are more similar than I imagined. On the flip side, the moment an opposite sex is introduced the dynamics alter slightly - such is Men & Women.
Long awaited date
The restaurant, Tas, - not sure what kind of cuisine but should have been topped up with a better choice of wine.
Note to self: Next time investigate the wine list more thoroughly!
The girl was smilingly confident and the conversation even more beautiful than she looked. Time soured by without a concern for the plans I’d made. It’s easy, when having a splendid evening. No jumping on the Northern Line, no queuing to get into the Jazz café or overpriced cover charges at the door. Just a walk back to the station where it all began. Numerous thoughts starting and ending with an idea of kissing the one that delivers my long awaited butterfly feeling. Would the two extra Jubilee stops I made help me or at least shed some light on what she thinks - not this journey but maybe the next. No doubt I’d happily make that trip again if invited by the girl.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Número Siete
Dear everyone,
I am Sam Carew Jnr. Not actually a junior, but I've adopted the title, because my dad and I have very similar initials!
I'm part of a conglomerate called the Corporate Gentlemen's Club, in which we try and eradicate the negative stereotype of young black males! We're smart, intelligent, successful men that can turn our hands to anything and operate in numerous levels with many layers... in other words we're like Quality onions!
Enough for now...and remember the famous motto of the CGC...Live The Dream.
I am Sam Carew Jnr. Not actually a junior, but I've adopted the title, because my dad and I have very similar initials!
I'm part of a conglomerate called the Corporate Gentlemen's Club, in which we try and eradicate the negative stereotype of young black males! We're smart, intelligent, successful men that can turn our hands to anything and operate in numerous levels with many layers... in other words we're like Quality onions!
Enough for now...and remember the famous motto of the CGC...Live The Dream.
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