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“So I’m gonna go, start forgetting.”/ I will remember you….

A May to September kinda Love

All she wanted was that small-town kinda love. That simple love- love in it’s purest form. But she never got it. It wasn’t meant to be because she had bigger things to do in life. Her Dreams were there for the taking. They all came to her at once, during the summer where she had her last chance to get that love she should’ve had at 19 but didn’t. He didn’t hold tightly enough. The problem was he was a small-town boy and she was no small-town girl. She knew it was a choice between some guy who was no doubt a repeat of the one before only he looked like a young Jack Kerouac. He was irresistible. The Punk Hunk. All she has is a Stone Roses song to remember him by: “I wanna be adored.” He had that pull on her heart but he could not stimulate her mind not like the other one…

“How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we could of had?”  -Buffy Summers

It was always the same story for her. A romantic beginning an intense courtship and a catastrophic ending…Those three guys looked different but it was the same commotion. A cruel conspiring of Cupid. She knew better….But she knew that this was the summer she could never forget because she’d always be haunted by him. The unfulfilled love, the dread of seeing him on the way to Andy’s he was so near to that place she called a Sanctuary. The Cathedral, the garden. This is it. That was it. Never mind that she saw his mother, his sister. It was meaningless. “What could have been?” Is the most haunting of all regrets. But they always repeat it.

Angel: “No one will know but me.”

Five years later and he sees her in a magazine. And he wishes he didn’t listen to her, when she whispered at lunch to stay away from the pretty girl on the next table. But you thought I was 15. How I wish I was. But I can’t be, not for him. Other things are destined like the next guy who will be jealous and possessive because let’s face it men don’t understand love they just desire after someone and are filled with the urge to conquer and take possession of…If he doesn’t have that in him there’s no point.

And she’ll marry five times. 4/5 husbands will be older and she’ll be even more unsatisfied. Husband No. 3 will be younger but nothing like him. Which him? She can’t remember a face just a feeling moreover a longing. Unfulfilled love is always so much more romantic…

Buffy: “Everything we did?”

Angel: “It never happened.”

Buffy: “It did! I know it did.”

***

Buffy: “Given enough time we should be able to- “

Angel: “Forget.”

Buffy: “….Yeah.”

Oracle: “You alone will carry the memory of this day. Can you carry that burden?“

***

“I’ll never forger, I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget…”

“I will remember you.”

Partly inspired by my own longings and an episode of Angel TV show “I will remember you.” The most romantic piece of televised film. Buffy had her comfortable pure love with Riley Finn, I just got a guy that looked like him….But things have already changed #newfacesnewplaces.

 

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Hay Festival 2014: Travel Tips (Part 1)

Hay-On-Wye is a magical and whimsical little market town on the English/Welsh borders-near my hometown. Plenty of charming bookshops, cafés and gift shops. And once a year there is an inflow of literary and artistic minds gathered to educate, entertain and inspire.

Ironically for the past 5 years I had not attended an event because I was too busy working in a bookshop or always seemed to book my annual vacation in Malta on the exact same week!

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I was fortunate to get a Monday afternoon off and scoured the pages for events to attend. Of course nobody around me gives a damn about reading, the arts so I knew I would be riding solo yet again.

I was very nearly going to attend Mr Hook of Sotheby’s talk on the Art World and his book but then there was a picture book panel with three illustrators/creative extraordinaire’s so being as ridiculously frugal as I am I figured it’d be a three for one which would be a more efficient use of my time.

JpegJpegAs you can see the festival like many other literary ones are a series of connected maze-like tents. The entrance to the festival can get very muddy and you would not be out of place to wear wellies particularly as our British Summer may decide to drizzle on us or worse! My Clarke ballet flats fortunately got over the very unbearable though brief exposure to wet mud.  JpegIt does understandably get very busy and jam-packed as you walk around the tent but it is not that gigantic, you will not get lost and the loos are onsite and easy to get to though the queues for them can be enormous. JpegFor some reason I did not eat a thing that whole afternoon so have no idea what the onsite cafés and food stalls are like. There is plenty of seating area in some open café areas.

A note on travel:

Because I live nearby I simply hopped onto my local 39 Hereford to Hay-on-Wye bus. It is an hour ride possibly £9 return ticket if my memory serves. I did notice that the special Festival Bus link last year were late. From what I heard from other festival goers the Festival bus was an hour late and it’s route were delayed (on the Monday I went.) So a lot of people that previously purchased festival bus tickets paid again to use the local 39 Yeomans bus. This Yeomans bus is not in service during the late evening. Anyhoo the drive/ride from Hereford to Hay is beautiful, scenic and quintessentially British. Once you arrive at Hay there are buses going back and forth regularly to the festival site and it’s £1 return to and from Hay and the site. It’s a very quick journey 10 mins max. I hope that helps!