IBIZA

San Antonio represents the stereotype I've always had of Ibiza holidays - overload of young Brits, tanned bodies, shit tattoos, British bars, shit music, rowdy lads and lasses, pervy locals, pissed off locals, dirty streets and little to no real culture... This is where the majority of the Ibiza reps stay for the season, or where the groups of 18 year olds stay while they're on their annual boozers. It's alright if you're with the right people, after all it isn't where you are, it's who you're with. the right people can make any situation enjoyable in one way or another. Next time I go to Ibiza I will stay in Playa d'en Bossa - this place was better; here felt like the Ibiza people had told me about, better beaches, more focus on the music. Bora Bora, Space, Ushiaia and DC10 not far away. Much better than the West End of San Antonio (which reminded me of Malia/Zante all of those places don't appeal to me in the slightest). I definitely see the appeal of Ibiza, and I would go again, next time I think I will plan a long weekend of the best parties. Circo Loco at DC10 was my favourite, gutted to have missed Seth Troxler the week before!

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

"Too weird to live and too rare to die"

Hunter S. Thompson and Oscar Zeta Acosta

"One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo

The Great Magnet

"This is how the world works, all energy flows from the whims of the great magnet"

A mystical entity known to control all energy.

John Lennon

"I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong."

R.I.P Raoul Duke

Since reading Hunter S. Thompson's books I've grown more and more intrigued by the author himself. In a bid to get my head around what sort of man he was, I've been reading into his history. He had a very interesting thought process, twisted thinking - smart yet crazy, he said it himself "one of God's very own prototypes, too weird to live and to rare to die". I would have loved to meet him. 

After shooting himself in the head in 2005, for his funeral he was cremated and then blasted into space through a rocket, funded by Johnny Depp - a good friend of Hunter's.

“The clenched red fist, made symmetrical by a second thumb, towered 153-feet above the mourners below. The fist clasped a multi-colored flashing button which battled the full moon to light up the Colorado landscape. As a troupe of Japanese drummers finished their choreographed performance, the guests passed flutes of champagne and gazed skyward. At 8:46, the first wave of fireworks rocketed from a cannon hidden within the fist. To the blasting strains of Bob Dylan's Mr. Tambourine Man, bursts of red, white, and blue broke the night. A delicate snow of gray ash drifted to the ground and the earthly remains of Hunter S. Thompson floated to their final resting place.”

“No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.”

Artist and friend Ralph Steadman wrote:

"...He told me 25 years ago that he would feel real trapped if he didn't know that he could commit suicide at any moment. I don't know if that is brave or stupid or what, but it was inevitable. I think that the truth of what rings through all his writing is that he meant what he said. If that is entertainment to you, well, that's OK. If you think that it enlightened you, well, that's even better. If you wonder if he's gone to Heaven or Hell, rest assured he will check out them both, find out which one Richard Nixon went to — and go there. He could never stand being bored. But there must be Football too — and Peacocks..."

“Myths and legends die hard in America. We love them for the extra dimension they provide, the illusion of near-infinite possibility to erase the narrow confines of most men’s reality. Weird heroes and mold-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of ‘the rat race’ is not yet final."

Hunter S. Thompson - 1937 - 2005

smile

One thing I've noticed while living here in London - People don't smile enough. 

People are too busy, stressed, preoccupied, uninterested, half asleep, struggling, bored, brain washed, disconnected. It's actually quite disturbing. There is so little spontaneous human interaction without concern. For such a desirable and potentially awesome place, there's a lot of sadness. I don't want to be sucked into it but I reckon while you're getting paid minimum wage or a little over, life is a struggle here - rent is too high, you can't afford to do everything you would like, you're surrounded by emotionless or stressed people a lot of the time. .

I have been avoiding the tube - getting the bus is better, it may take longer but you can see the sights, not just a concrete hot tunnel.

Maybe i won't stay here long... 

Hey Mr Tambourine man

Play a song for me...

Hunter S. Thomson - The Rum Diary

 

"Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one band and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going."

Monkey in Wimbledon

My special friend Kate is about to finish her fine art degree at London College of Arts. She asked me if I'd let her paint my body for part of her final major project, along with my best friend Becca and a friend-to-be Olivia, I obliged of course. Turned out to be not just a good day, but a cracking day.

Kate's in the process of building a website which I can't wait for. She's a very creative, talented little beam of sunshine.

Fooling around

My cousin Amy and I have been on more adventures amongst the Hampshire countryside. This time through Horndean, past Lovedean, into the depths of the Hampshire countryside, then had a little fiddle on Photoshop after....

Ghostly me X2