eurochild

So we go and visit John Keats’ house in Hampstead. In one of the bedrooms upstairs, I find a book of poetry. In this book, I find these verses:

I stand firm for our soil
Lick a rock on foil
So they juice me, seduce me,
Dress me up in Stussy.
Hell is ’round the corner where I shelter.
Isms and schisms, we’re living helter skelter
If you believe or deceive common sense says you shouldn’t receive
Let me take you down the corridors of my life.

Yes, it’s Tricky’s “Hell is Round the Corner”! Good to see that the Keatsologists are keeping it unreal.

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Brunette girls in Belfast have their own ganguro girl thing going on: dead straight hair, ridiculously deep salon tans, eyeliner, short skirts.

An articulated insect from the Belfast Festival opening parade:

(Click it for the whole Northern Ireland photoset.) The kids went crazy!

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Oh, and apologies to the Eurochildren I failed to catch up with. Perhaps next time…

[ tags: belfast, belfast-festival, ganguro, hampstead, ireland, keats, london, poetry, tricky ]