Emma Boulton

I am a 20-something PhD student that likes to take pictures and talk a lot about the things I like and don't like and all the other stuff in between.

Dogs & Lipstick

So I think Winter has finally hit Glasgow. We generally don’t have an autumn. Or a summer for that matter. More 6 months of winter followed by 6 months of spring. And repeat.

So I managed to get the cold. Which completely wiped me out for a week. I had no money to buy Lemsip so I had to survive off 16p paracetamol and lemon, ginger and honey tea.

I came out the other side and was welcomed back to health by Ruth and Dan and a supply of Duty Free goodies. Ruth was looking after Kookie. Who happens to look a little but like a Wookie. There was also another cracking dog in Stravaigin. We talked at some length about what kind of dog is was. I went with a blonde setter. I had also had a few Addlestones by this point!

Before payday I managed to make a whole pack of tea cakes last a week. Very impressed with myself. I got paid on a Saturday. Which is always a bad idea. Straight into town to buy a new Mac lippy and a dress and some shoes and some jewellery. Then out for dinner and a tour of Glasgow bars with my friend Chris.

The latter was unavoidable. Chris was my Standard Grade Chemistry partner at school has been in New Zealand for the last 3 years This was my only opportunity to see him. He brought his Kiwi boyfriend with him who also happens to be called Chris. He was lovely. But definitely a little harder to understand than Aussies!

We had dinner in Stravaigin (of course) with a few other girls from school. I was actually really nervous because these girls weren’t the girls I hung out with. I was a ‘skater/goth’ kid. These girls were the ‘geeks’. But it’s that being a geek back then is a pretty good thing now. Because it means you have a pretty good job and a nice life for yourself. So it’s hard to sit there and know that you will be skint after this dinner and you were only paid today. And that the girl sitting across from you didn’t shave her armpits until she was 18 and she has had a rich boyfriend for the last 6 years while you couldn’t hold down a 6 hour relationship if your life depended on it!

So I did the thing that makes everything better, makes the night pass quicker and the awkwardness fade away - I GOT SMASHED! And it ended up being a really good night.

Norman Duenas: In the Absence

normanduenas:

Unrequited

An abstract, profound entity I cannot grasp,

Indifferent longing towards another,

Often a creature in the dark, swirling deep,

Lost in the massive heaps of white and cold,

Beleaguered by the crumbling, blanketing absence

Of an unspoken wisp,

Intensified, an unstable cleverness,

One often succumbs to,

normanduenas:

Bon Voyage

This is one of my absolute favourite illustrators. This post represents a lot of what I love and struggle with. Just need to find the right man for the job and this will be my first tattoo!

normanduenas:

Bon Voyage

This is one of my absolute favourite illustrators. This post represents a lot of what I love and struggle with. Just need to find the right man for the job and this will be my first tattoo!

Around the World in 36 Days

New York - SantaCon 2011 

I had always wanted to go to New York and see the sights. Well, I thought that’s what I wanted to do. So before I left I did the thing that ever backpacker does… I bought the Lonely Planet Guide Book. I read through most of it putting little Post It’s on the things I thought I might want to see. It was my first day in the city that I realised that’s not the sort of travelling I wanted to do!

Naomi had told me that we were going to SantaCon a few weeks before I got there. She said she would sort me something out to wear. In all honesty I was utterly dreading it. She managed to get some green tights and Santa hats. I had a read hoody so we ended up looking like elves for the day. I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

Although Naomi had been living in NYC for 3 years her coordination skills were somewhat lacking so it took a good while to find where everyone was… We were on the hunt for some blinged up Christmas themed Telly Tubbies.

Once we had waded through the sea of Bad Santa’s and tracked them down it was about 2pm and we had to play catch up. I was also trying to kill my scottish shyness buy drowning it with tequila and rum. 2 shots at the bar and a couple of the strongest drinks I’ve ever had and it was well and truly dead. There aren’t many parts of the day that I remember. I just remember it being good. And meeting a lot of people.

We went to a party. I can’t remember where. I stupidly had a wee smoke which lead to me being sick all over some guys bathroom at the next party we moved onto!

I know that this party was up in Spanish Harlem. Brazilians by the bucket load. I was known as the white girl. You didn’t need a flash on your camera - just add me into your photo (that was what everyone else was saying… I’m not a massive racist!) I met an Iranian guy from London who tried to teach me how to salsa but I had lost all motor function by this point.

We left about 4am (I think) and finally convinced an off duty illegal black cab to take us back to Queens. Naomi spent the journey on the phone to Alec because she though the cab driver might be a murderer. Which she was openly saying in front of him. I don’t remember going to bed. But I remember waking up. Ouch. What a welcome to the city that never sleeps…

The love I have for this city goes far beyond how I thought I would ever feel about a place.  It has a heart.  And you feel it when you spend time with the people who live there.  Minus the memorial you would never know what this city had been through.  It stands so tall.  I got to see the light beams when I was there this time last year. I had a little moment to myself.  They must have been so scared.  I didn’t know anyone in the towers or on the planes or in the pentagon or even know anyone effected by it in anyway.  I was too young to really understand what had happened at the time. But I will never forget it.  I don’t think anyone ever will.

The love I have for this city goes far beyond how I thought I would ever feel about a place. It has a heart. And you feel it when you spend time with the people who live there. Minus the memorial you would never know what this city had been through. It stands so tall. I got to see the light beams when I was there this time last year. I had a little moment to myself. They must have been so scared. I didn’t know anyone in the towers or on the planes or in the pentagon or even know anyone effected by it in anyway. I was too young to really understand what had happened at the time. But I will never forget it. I don’t think anyone ever will.

Around the World in 36 Days

Glasgow to New York

I flew down to London from Glasgow. The first time I’d been on a plane on my own. Somehow most of my flights were BA or Quantas, which made for pretty pleasant journeys for the majority.  I sat in Terminal 5 and spent the last hour before boarding on the phone to one of my best friends, Carina.  I still don’t think I could quite believe I was about to go to New York.  I was never a big fan of my visits to London.  Apart from seeing Carina I always felt that it was too big and anonymous.  So although I was excited I didn’t think that I would enjoy the city in the way that I did. 

When I was 17 I moved to Glasgow to go to uni.  I lived in halls with 5 other girls.  Some of it was great, some of it was awful.  But out of it I made a two life long friends.  Tina had just moved to Melbourne and Naomi had been in New York for a good few years by this point.  She had met a Long Islander when she worked in NYC over the summer between 1st and 2nd year of uni.  She now lived with him in Astoria, Queens.

Naomi and Alec were going to pick me up from JFK in 7 hours… And I would be in New York.  So I spent those 7 hours eating free food and drinking free wine and watching free movies.  I think that’s when I really fell in love with flying (and BA). The thought that you are suspended 38,000 feet in the air having a movie night.  The plane was basically empty, which the flight attendants had rarely seen, so every passenger got 3 seats to themselves.  I like to spread out when I travel so this worked pretty well for me… Although it did give me a slightly false sense of what it is like to fly economy long haul!

I think I was quite nervous.  I hadn’t seen Naomi in a few years and I was suddenly turning up on her doorstep for 8 days!  After a slight misunderstanding at Boarder Control I was finally allowed to cross over the other side of the blue tape on the floor and let into the country.  I had forgotten entirely that the Americans might take a disliking to me and stop my trip before it had even begun.

There was a sigh of relief when I saw my bag on the carousel.  I was sure it would be in Africa by this point!  Naomi was a few minutes late so I waited out front with a slightly loud American family.  I could see the yellow cabs whizzing by outside and I think that was when the realization hit me.  I am in the United States of America and I am on my own.  Luckily Naomi turned up and put a halt to my freak out.  We put my bag in the back of Alec’s car and headed home. 

Alec decided we were going to go into the city.  It was about 9pm NY time so it was dark and I could see the city lights so clear.  We survived a near death collision on the freeway.  That was a little terrifying.  I was always kept on my toes in that city.  We had to stop off for gas and Alec was having a few issues with the card machine.  He was not best pleased and I got to see that famous New York tempter people talk about. 

We got back to Queens and talked for a few hours and then I hit the hay.  My bed for the next 8 nights was a very confortable sofa.  Couldn’t really complain.  Tomorrow Naomi was talking me to meet all of her friends.  We were going to something called SantaCon…