Tracks of the Year 2009

Okay so it's that time again!

2009 is about as over as its going to get but these are the tracks that will live on for me from this year.

Artist of the Year
Florence + The Machine

Florence has really taken off this year and deservedly so. Her strong voice and the variety of her music has been one of the highlights of the year. She really cemented herself in my mind over the summer as I watched coverage of all the festivals and live gigs she did and Florence was usually the highlight!



Hype of the Year
Lady Gaga

Who else could it be! She arrived with a fully formed marketing machine behind her, which turned a lot of people off, but by the end of the year I think its safe to say a lot of people's heads were turned just because she overwhelmed you with her musical and visual ideas. The future of pop? I doubt it, but expect lots of mini gaga's in the next year or two!



Track of the Summer
Dizzee Rascal - Bonkers

No contest here! Amazing track from Dizzee and Armand Van Helden which totally rocked the summer! I can't imagine anyone being able to sit still and not enjoy this track. It's influence has alread spawned Dizzee's mate Wiley to do a spiritual follow up!



Overlords of the Year
The Black Eyed Peas

Can you believe how much BEP has taken over the airwaves this year? Will.i.am has become the Simon Cowell of cool as everything he touches turns to musical gold! It's not that they don't deserve to be at the top though. BEP have just gotten better and better with each album and this year they deserve to be top of the pile. Who'da thunk that 'Where is the Love' would spawn a freight train this unstoppable! They've got talent and character and a great sense of fun too. All Hail The Black Eyed Peas!



The one that should never have happened
Mika - We Are Golden

Just when I though he might have disappeared down the toilet pan of obscurity Mika popped back up floated around the charts again. I can't quite put my finger on what it is I don't like. All the ingredients for good pop seem to be there but it all just seems a little off, a bit too forced and self-conscious. Maybe it was all in his debut 'Grace Kelly' where all he really wants is to be liked. I guess it's needy pop! It jumps in front of your face with a big grin demanding to be liked or it'll have a tantrum. Stamp your foot all you want Little Miss Mika, I ain't listening!



Comeback of the Year
The Prodigy

One of my all time favourite acts returned with a classic sound and possibly their best album yet. Every track released had the same energy and attitude that have always put them head and shoulders above every other techno wannabe out there. Top Stuff!

The Prodigy - Invaders Must Die
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Genre of the Year
Grime

The UK's urban underground left the trenches this year and took over the charts with Dizzee Rascal, Tinchy Strider, N-Dubz, Wiley, and Chipmunk leading the way. UK Hip Hop and R'n'B has always had a different flavour than its american inspirations and the last few years have seen it mature and become more mainstream. This is definitely where all the excitement has been for me this year in finding new music.

The Best Track of 2009
Lily Allen - The Fear

I've already listed this somewhere else on the blog but suffice to say not a lot else has surpassed its pop perfection. Maybe my mind has been on other things this year and a lack of purchasing power means my influences have come mainly from radio and TV playlists rather than whats on my MP3 player but nevertheless it shouldn't detract too much from the enjoyment I get everytime I hear this song and singalong! Honourable mentions go to Muse, Friendly Fires, The Saturdays, as well as those who I've managed to represent in some other way on this list.





My favourite 'best of' list is always the NME's top 50. Especially with John Peel's Festive 50's no more. Check 'em out!

Happy New Year!



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Misery - The End

Do the vulgar words show what's inside?
Or are they an expression of the pain behind my eyes?

Can I be forgiven for the things I've said?
Is the lapse that I'm cursing, a sign I am dead?

Why can I find no words for the good?
Nothing to describe life of a better mood?

Why does my misery compel me to write?
When my tortured thoughts visit me at night?

How am I unable to voice life's beauty?
If I write one more dirge please shoot me!


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Pain No.6

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Johnny Cash - I Walk the Line

Johnny Cash - I Walk the Line (live 1959) - Watch more Music Videos at Vodpod.

Not much I can say about this one.

It's not like I'm the biggest Johnny Cash fan. It only really sunk in when his profile was raised by the biopic a few years ago.

This song, however, does speak to me about how I feel when in a relationship.

I do think it sometimes infers that I'm a Mr Perfect, which I am most definitely not, instead it's resonates more with my motives. Good intentions and all that.

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No Peace

No peace comes
I lay here
Head thumping
Mind churning
Wanting to know
Why

Is my destiny fulfilled
Do I fade away
Or soar

What happpens next
Is my only question
Out of hundreds

I could push it away
Fill my mind
With empty thoughts

Loud enough to drown out the hubbub
Large enough to block the pain
Safe enough to ease the worry

No big thoughts tonight
Just sleep
Please, sleep

Yet I know it's not there

So, instead I try to make sense
Where there appears to be no sense

And I wait for the answers to come


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Girl from a dream

She may be good looking
or she may not
Whatever God gave her
She's happy with what she got


She knows what she wants
And she don't take no shit
She can see the good things
But doesn't hang onto the bad bits


And that signature style
Curly locks that flow
Or sometimes gone frizzy
But that's fine y'know


Her humour is cheeky
She likes a good rib
Telling me my flaws
But, she's fun with it


I'm not sure she's out there
But if I had the chance
I'd take her by the hand
And start a new dance


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Awkward No.2

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Follow the Leader - Eric B & Rakim

Eric B. & Rakim - Follow The Leader
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This is one of the first vinyl's ever bought under my own steam. As a result it got played to death, but I never got tired of it and still haven't!

The rolling bass matches the constant flow of lyrics from the rapper (not sure I ever figured which one was who!) so that there's no let up. It's a great track and one I always find myself keeping pace with, although if I'm not concentrating I do end up tongue tied in parts.

If Rap was included on a karaoke night then this would be my choice (is that actually a recommendation or not?).


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Episode 12

Sitting in Izzy's kitchen the trio had explained what was happening to her Mum and she said she'd go over and talk to Callum's Mum to explain where he was and see if she could help.

Shannon sat and listened as Izzy and Callum chatted. She had never seen someone so vulnerable and emotional. Especially a boy. She wanted to be able to help in a way that would mean something and help him through his troubles.

"Callum, do you think Jesus could help you?" she said when the conversation lulled.

"I don't know." He didn't seem to mind being asked "I've been thinking about it. Alisha and I have talked a little, but she seems to be a bit embarrassed to talk in any depth."

"Well, you know, if you wanted to, we could pray with you and you could ask Jesus to help you." She said it all in one breath, feeling she was putting her neck on the line and waiting for his instant rejection. Deep down though, something told her he was ready to hear it.

"Pray? umm. Yeah. What do I need to do?" Callum didn't really want to take the lead in this, but he was willing to go along with it.

"We'll do the praying. If you agree just say 'amen' at the end." Shannon caught Izzy's eyes and they both tried suppress a smile at the excitement growing inside them, borne in anticipation of what might happen. Shannon felt little hallelujah's going silently from heart all the way to heaven.

"And if there's a pause feel free to jump in and say what's on your heart. We're not going to laugh at anything you say, we just want you to feel God's peace in the middle of this...this situation!" Izzy interjected, trying to allay any fears that might be creeping into Callum's mind.

"Okay." He let out a long breath. "Let's do it!"

"Cool! Alright then, let's bow our heads and do it.", Shannon began.

A silence enveloped them, just as the darkness outside the kitchen enveloped the house. Thoughts raced through each of their heads, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"Dear Lord," It was Shannon again, she had decided how to begin her prayer and was going to wing it from there, "You are our heavenly father who never disappoints us. Yet we find many ways to disappoint you. Even so, you never give up on us and you always wait for us to come to you with your arms wide open and full of love for us."

As she spoke the words she could feel others welling up from inside her, wanting to be heard, "Lord, you know why we're here at this moment. You've placed me and Izzy in Callum's life at this moment, so that we can bring his needs before you. Lord, I thank you for the privilege of being here for him as he finds himself dealing with his parent's problems.

"It's not his fault that they are breaking up Lord, I know you know that, but I want to ask you to bring peace to his heart. Lord, give him a peace in his heart that passes his understanding. Help him to know that there was nothing he could do. Don't let him suffer for his parent's mistakes. Help him to know that he is precious to you!"

Shannon felt as if the prayer was flowing through her rather than from her. That her prrayer itself conveyed a message of comfort to Callum as much as it asked God to intervene.

"Heavenly Father, we feel really blessed to have been brought up to know your love. I ask now that your love would wash over Callum and bring him joy like he has never felt before. I ask all these things of you in Jesus' name and according to you will. Amen!"

Shannon closed her prayer with a feeling of elation. Izzy's amen confidently agreed with her friend, whilst Callum's was quiet and thoughtful.

The silence crept back in. The air was thick with a sense of otherwordliness.

Callum took in a deep breath, as if about to speak, but before he could Izzy spoke first.

"Dear Lord, I thank you that you that you have shown us another way to live our lives that means we can face life's challenges, not on our own, but with your strength to keep us going through them. We don't have to rely on anyone else but you and you are happy to help us because you love us.

"Please Lord, be with Callum now, even though he may not feel your presence, so that he will be able to look back at his life one day and know that you carried him through this difficult period of his life. Lord, give him hope that no matter how bad things may seem today, they will get better and his life will blossom with opportunities. Lord, let your spirit be with him now and touch his heart. In Jesus' name, Amen."

After Shannon and Callum said their amen's there wasn't much of a pause before Callum spoke up. Nervousness filled his voice but he seemed determined to just get on with this.

"God. There's a lot I still don't know about you, but I do know the people I've seen who go to Church because of you. Alesha, Izzy and Shannon are all wonderful people, God, and they all seem to think you're pretty special too. I don't know what to say really. I agree with Izzy and Shannon's prayers. If you could do those things, if you could make my life better, if you could stop the pain and help mend my parents' relationship I would be very happy. I don't know if you'd expect anything from me in return. I'd be willing to get to know you better and see if you are who people say you are." Callum let out a nervous laugh.

"I have felt something here tonight, God. If that's you then there may be something to it all. I don't really want to rush into all this. I guess it all boils down to, if you want to help me then I would appreciate it. If there's something you need from me then you need to find a way to let me know and convince me that it's really you. I'm conscious there's a lot of if's there, but I've never done this before. Anyway, I should probably stop there as I'm just rabbiting on now. ummm. Thanks for the help to come. Amen."

The girls followed suit with their agreement. When Shannon lifted her head she saw that Callum had a nervous smile on his face as he looked between the two of them.

"Did I do okay?" he asked.

"You did fine! I'm not sure there's a right way or a wrong way to talk to God if you're not actually a Christian! You just gotta do it, and you did!"

Shannon was still excited by this as she lay in bed. Last night was the first time she had ever been part of a prayer like that. The first time she had been present when someone had reached out to God. She had prayed silently for Callum all the way home as Izzy's Mum had taken them both back to their respective homes. She sent up another prayer now, hoping that God was working with Callum and his family right at this moment and things were changing for the better.

She hoped to see him at Church soon. Would he turn up or not?

"Shannon are you getting up?" It was her Mum. Everbody was already downstairs having breakfast.

She got out of bed, stretching, she said goodbye to the sunlight and headed of to do her bathroom routine.

She appeared downstairs and greeted her family as she sat down at the breakfast table. She sat between her elder sister and 10-year-old brother.

As she prepared her cereal her smile continued to dazzle as much as the sunshine she'd left behind in her bedroom as she thought about what God might be doing for Callum.

"Still beaming from last night, I see!" Her Dad commented. He had been waiting when she arrived and they's sat and talked about it for a while before eventually getting to bed.

"Isn't God excellent!" Shannon did a little happy dance in her chair, making everyone laugh, before tucking into her cereal. "It's going to be a great day, isn't it?"

"Are you going to be this annoying all day?" said her brother, only half-jokingly.

"For the rest of my life, hopefully." She replied.


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Now playing: Manic Street Preachers - The Everlasting (Stealth Sonic Orchestra Remix)
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Me? Frustrated?

Cum Spilling
Outa my dick
Cum dripping
Offa your lips


Cum slipping
Outa your arse
Cum stringing
between our hips


Cum sticking
On my balls
Cum licking
Your pussy drips


Cum eating
From your mouth to mine
Keep cumming
Alla the time


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Proud No.1

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Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Don't ask why, okay. Just...don't.

Okay, ya got me. There is one reason I like this song.

Roma Ro-ma-ma
Gaga, ooh la la

and that's it!

She's not the best singer, even given her Streisand-esque features. Her design sense seems to based on cut out shapes stuck together by 3-year-olds in nursery. However, she's not afraid to experiment, which is a quality I admire.

The quoted lyric would probably sound totally daft sung by anyone else, but to be honest in the current pop landscape it feels kind of Bowie-ish. She's pushing tastes out to the leftfield whilst still making it sound pop.

Musically, the track seems to have been constructed by grabbing a few genres out of a bucket and sticking them in the washing machine and doing a fast spin.

Special mention also has to go to her collaboration with Beyonce. I saw it on the telly and there was something about it, i'm not sure what, that just kept me glued to the screen. See it here!


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Episode 11

The sunlight crept slowly through a gap in they heavy curtains and into Shannon Grady's bedroom.

The sun never usually got her attention this early in the morning, especially on Sundays when she tried to wake up as late as possible.

This morning was different. Her excitement at what had happened last night was still running through her system. She smiled as she snuggled deeper into her pillow, her red curls splayed out, watching the shadows slowly inch across her room.

It had been another late night at her friend, Izzy's house. She and her Church youth group often met up on Saturday nights and went out bowling or to the cinema. Sometimes, as happened, some people brought a friend along who wasn't a Christian.

This was a bit of status symbol amongst her peers. To be friends with someone outside the church was seen as bit edgy. VERY Christ-like! Not like the adults who seemed to frown on contact with other people who didn't share their faith, unless you were trying to convert them.

The guy who came along last night was with another of her friends, Alesha, his name was Callum. He'd asked her out a few weeks earlier during college, following one of the lessons they shared together. There had been much discussion about what she should do, both over the phone and at that week's bible study. In the end she'd said yes on the condition that they 'dated' during the saturday outings with the rest of the group.

Shannon had suggested this, so she felt especially proud and full credit to the guy, he must have really liked Alesha because he did it!

Over the weeks he started coming to the youth group and also to the Sunday Services. Some of the group thought he was just doing it to spend more time with Alesha outside of college, as she still wouldn't go on a 'regular' date. Shannon, however, felt she was a good judge of character and had noticed that his attention was not always on his would-be girlfriend. He seemed to be listening to what was spoken about and also joined in the questioning at the bible study.

Last night it all came out though, as everyone was heading home from a night at the bowling alley. He had been dropped off at the centre by his Dad and after calling home to let them know he was done, he ended the call looking lost and upset. He had already waved goodbye to Alesha and soon it was just Shannon and Izzy left. They were about to head home too, but on saying goodbye Shannon noticed that Callum looked as if he was about to burst into tears. They made their way to Izzy's car but Shannon felt a niggling thought inside her.

She mentioned to Izzy that she thought something was up with Callum. They both stopped by the car and after a quick exchange of words decided they should probably go back in just to make sure he was fine.

As they went back in the place was still busy but Callum wasn't there. They looked around, but no luck. as they were about to head off again Izzy saw him come out of the loo's ahead of them. Catching up to him they tapped him on the shoulder, making him turn and jump.

Immediately, the girls could see that his eyes were raw from crying. Embarrassed, He tried to say a quick goodbye and head out of the door. Shannon and Izzy stayed with him not willing to let him escape now that they knew something was up.

He didn't resist. He wanted to tell someone what was happening. They went and sat in a sheltered corner just outside the brightly lit entrance, giving them a vague sense of privacy. Callum faltered at first, not sure how to start his tale and also how these girls would react to him. Shannon reassured him that this conversation would remain confidential, even from Alesha, if that's what he wanted.

His eyes glistened as fresh tears threatened to flow again and his voice cracked in a few places as he explained some of the problems that had been going on at home. Basically his parent's marriage had been breaking down for a while. Each week brought a fresh row between his Mum and Dad, sometimes in front of him, but always within earshot. He didn't know why they were always fighting as they had never talked to him about it.

He'd tried to find out from them, but they were evasive and never willing to reveal the details. It had never gotten violent, but it often descended into a viscious war of words, insults and accusations.

Callum guessed his Dad had been having an affair and then his Mum had had one too as revenge. When he'd called for his Dad to pick him up his aunt had answered the phone and said his Dad had left, taking the car with him. She was there consoling his Mum. Callum had said he'd make his own way home.

Shannon and Izzy shed a few a sympathetic tears as he relayed his story. A silence fell between them at the end and Izzy, being the more impulsive and emotional of the two girls broke the moment by throwing her arms around Callum, giving him a short, but comforting, hug, that spoke more than words could have right then. Shannon, felt slightly more uncomfortable with it, but did the same as she didn't know what to say either.

Izzy then offered to take Callum home. Even though they all knew it would take him about an hour or more to walk home, at first he said, no. He explained it was because he knew how their parent's would probably feel knowing they were more or less alone with a boy. Shannon rubbished his reasoning, saying that there were two of them so it was totally acceptable. Nothing, untoward could happen if they were both looking out for each other. With relief, he accepted the offer and they headed back to Izzy's car.

In the car Callum continued talking as if a weight had been released from him. He talked about his family situation and how he enjoyed hanging out with Alesha and her friends as they all seemed to have great parents and no problems. The girls were embarrassed by his observations as they thought about some of the selfish arguments they sometimes had with their parents. They seemed to pale into insignificance compared to what was going on in Callum's life.

Upon reaching his house it became quite clear that he didn't really want to go in. The girls were unsure what to do. Shannon, coming straight to the point as ever, asked him what was up. He said that his Mum was probably going to be really upset and he was just angry with both his Mum and his Dad. Shannon was surprised when Izzy volunteered that they go back to her house to give him a breather.

Callum accepted, a big smile now covering his face. It was the best news he'd heard all evening.


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Now playing: Luther Allison - The Thrill Is Gone
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Good enough?

The shimmering illusion of borrowed dreams
A goal beyond most people's means
Striving to be the epitome of another's ideal
To show them I'm committed, to prove my love is real
Why then do I have to be someone else,
And how much am I doing it for myself?
Does it matter, if it benefits all?
Am I just setting myself up for a fall?
Is it selfish of me to want to clear up my mess,
When my presence affects others happiness?
Well meaning though my intentions are
If I'm absent, would they be better off by far?
Ambitions for the future that aren't my own
But will guarantee my place in what I call home
Burn them onto my mind, erase all thoughts of me
Can I do that? Is that something I could be?
I try and I fail, Try again and succeed
My own Sisyphus' rock, but do I want to be freed?
So many questions as I question each motive
How much longer, how much more do I have to give?
Don't get me wrong, if I could change I would
It's just I keep wondering if I'm doing any good.


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Truths No.7

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The Beach Boys - God Only Knows

Another classic song for the brokenhearted.

I guess, initially, its meant as a love song where you declare your undying love for someone.

It was for me.

Now though, the meaning has been flipped on its head and its a song about what has been lost rather than the strength of something you might have had.

I hate being morose about all this stuff but its better dealt with than festering inside and I'm sure one day I'll find the joy in things once more.

(please!!!)


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Episode 10

Thomas was trying to relax.

Jamal had given him a single room at the top of the hotel. The street lamps outside were level with his window and filled the tiny little room, as if the sun itself was peering in, preventing him from going straight to sleep. He was certainly exhausted enough.

There was barely enough room to fit the bed in the limited space available. His frame didn't quite fit it and he had to scrunch his body up to get comfortable. A slimline wardrobe was awkwardly squeezed in at the foot of the bed limiting access to the en-suite shower by trapping the door behind it. He was glad he wasn't as big as Jimmy. He'd never get through. The smile faded quickly.

Every time he closed his eyes they filled up with visions from earlier in the evening. He'd come back to the flat he'd shared with his mate Jimmy. He had been away for a few days because of the Brentford Asylum business. As he had entered, closing the door behind him, the atmosphere had been stifling. There was a horrible smell in the air which he couldn't quite place.

The panic set in as he went into the living room. They had worked out a system to let the other know if everything was okay. If Jimmy was fine then it would be on the shelf above the economy heater. It wasn't. If Jimmy had left the house voluntarily he would have had time to put the sacred Madonna figurine on the shelf. They'd agreed on this as they both suffered from paranoia and this eased the worry in case anything happened. The figurine itself was Jimmy's idea of a joke.

Thomas could see into the kitchen as he had come into the flat. The only other place to look was the bathroom.

The lifeless face of his friend would haunt him forever. He was positioned around the base of the toilet. Not the nicest place to be at the best of times in their low rent flat, but it made the scene look even more grim as vomit surrounded the loo. There was a syringe close to hand, its contents look spent.

He saw what had happened straight away. They had tried to make his friend's death look like an overdose. They were onto him. He hoped Jimmy hadn't told them anything about him. No doubt the flat was being watched. It was time to run again.

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Thomas woke up. This surprised him as he couldn't remember going to sleep. Even more surprising was the sense of peace and calm that he had. A dream was fading from his mind. He tried to catch it, but all he could sense was a pair of hands held out in comfort, now slipping back into the dream world.

He lay there trying to recapture the feeling, but all too soon the problems of reality crept back in and the edge returned to his existence.

Breakfast was buried in a room which was probably the servants quarters or kitchen in times past. All feeling of character had been wiped out by cost-efficient redecorating. Any sense of history lost to the subsequent owners who continued the new tradition of modern, functional refitting that had reduced these once grand townhouses to nothing more than was required by minimum health and safety regulation. On a good day.

There was a full english breakfast laid out as a buffet. The rubberised scrambled egg didn't look very appealing. The thought of eating sausages that weren't advertised as meat also put him off. The sauce on the baked beans looked too thick and was only a pale imitation of orange. This left him with a selection of overcooked bacon, the random choice of whether the fried eggs would be runny or just soft and the inevitability of the peeled plum tomatoes to give the ensemble a strong disguising flavour should the bacon or egg not taste as they should.

He sat in one of the many corners of this warren-like breakfast room. The table was at a normal height for the average person but Thomas kept knocking his knees on the already wobbly table. On his way over he had grabbed a glass of juice, except he now realised it was just orange squash. He took a sip to greet the day. Weak orange squash.

He was just about to work through the contents of his plate when a girl wandered over and spoke in a thick east european accent. "Coffee? Toast?"

"No coffee please, but I would like some toast, thanks." he replied. He was a coffee snob and he doubted they had his brand here and there's nothing worse than bad coffee. Good coffee was just about bearable, it had its uses. He had sworn off coffee for so long because of human rghts abuses of the workers, but just because now most of it was Fair Trade didn't make it worth drinking. Besides, he was sure that coffee would one day go the way of cigarettes. Toast on the other hand was pretty reliable. No matter where he'd been in the world you couldn't really go wrong with toast in the morning, where it had been available, so long as it had a good helping of...

"Butter?" the girl asked.

"Definitely. Yes please." With the thought of the toast already melting in his mouth he tucked into, what he later decided was, a rather bland breakfast after all.

He made his way up the stairwell, back to his room, having had his fill. As he approached the door his senses started to tingle. He was getting a bad feeling, something was not right. He stood where he was, not wanting to make another sound. Everything was becoming hyper-real.

He scanned the landing around him, but found nothing obviously out of place. He was on edge and as he stared intently at the door to his room it seemed to be jumping out at him, screaming for him to go away before it was too late.

Fear gripped him and made him unable to take another step forward as if a brick wall had suddenly been erected. Above him a door slammed. His body needed no conscious command. Stumbling backwards, he turned as he ran down the stairs towards the reception and out the door, throwing his key at the desk on his way. He had to leave London. Now.



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Now playing: The Sundays - Blood on My Hands
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Let it take you

Let the ride take you
Let the wind blow you
Let the world lift you on their shoulders
See where you go

What is there to fear?
When there's no further to fall
So go with the flow
It's the only way you'll know



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