How British am I?

Good evening!

I don't quite know how to feel about this, but I managed to score 29.17% in a 'How British are you?' online quiz today. 29.17%!!!
That's not even 30%! I'm apparently not even 30% British.
(Note that I even started with a typically British salutation. Then used the word 'salutation'. But, nope, still not British.)

Ok, so being the (pretty rubbishly) anonymous blogger that I am, I don't think I've specified that yes, dear reader, I am a British citizen. More so, I always have been a British citizen, and my family - back to about a trillion years ago - are all British. So, maybe, if I was American, or Canadian, or Australian, or from another country that isn't Britain, then I wouldn't be boring you all with this rant about how I'm apparently not British. But I am. And for that I profusely apologise.

That's the problem with all the hype over Britain. Ok, I admit that I'm proud to be British, and all that malarkey, but sometimes it just gets to the point where I just want to scream in the faces of anyone who tells me that I'm not British. Or gets excited that I am British.

I don't know what it is. It's as if Britain has this magnetic field that draws all these countries towards it. And then slathers them in tea and scones and afternoon strolls through Autumnal forests.
Which is fine, because I admit that I do drink tea and occasionally eat scones and the Autumn is my favourite time of year, but I don't think that these factors should define whether or not I am British.

And another thing: Britain isn't England. (Just to be clear, I don't live in England. Just to be clearer, I don't have anything against England. Well, only when it comes to rugby, but that's a different matter...) Like, if someone mentions a "British" accent, people tend to think of a middle-class London accent.
Someone on holiday spent three days genuinely thinking that my brother was Russian.
I rest my case.

Anyway, I'll leave it at that. I think I've wasted enough of your time tonight. But just a note before you go: "With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts" - Eleanor Roosevelt

Cheerio!
FGB x

Who Am I?

"Anonymity is the truest expression of altruism." - Eric Gibson

I like being anonymous.
To anyone reading this blog - in passing, or just generally - I can't really express myself aloud. I always say the wrong things, or say the right things that get perceived in the wrong way, or just don't say anything at all.

And I know it sounds clichéd, but my greatest form of expression is through writing. It's a sort of escapism - if I get the balance right, I can just let myself go, and not feel afraid to be who I want to be, and not who I feel that I need to be.

It's like writing this blog. Ok, so maybe I'm not the best blog-writer in the universe. And I may not be able to post incredibly witty remarks or interesting talents or anything like that, but what I can do is express myself. And, Ok, maybe it's boring. Maybe I'm not destined to write a blog, but hey, if fate persuaded me to start this thing, then I hope that I can do it justice.

And, yes, I enjoy being anonymous. I enjoy the fact that I can write these things and not feel like I'll fail someone by posting them. This blog is an outlet, and anonymity keeps it this way.

So who am I?
I'm whoever you want me to be.
See me as a blank canvas, a half-empty page, a character in an unfinished book... I don't mind.
I have so much to learn, and so much more to tell.

x

Musician's Review #2 - The April Maze

I decided to post another Musician's Review today out of a pure need of procrastination love of all things musical...

The April Maze are a Independent British/Australian alternative-folk duo based in Melbourne, Australia, consisting of married couple Todd Mayhew and Sivan Agam.
I happened to come across this duo via Spotify earlier this year and instantly fell in love with their beautiful harmonies and vocals - in particular Todd Mayhew's occasional 'whisky-voice', which - in contrast to many male 'gravel' voices seems relatively soothing and natural to the ear.

Though this time last year they were relatively unheard of, The April Maze's popularity grew almost overnight as a result of Spotify's Top 100 Most Popular New Releases playlist, and since then they have toured excessively throughout Australia, Britain and are currently on the road in Canada.

One simple reason to listen to - and enjoy - The April Maze is the fact that they don't care what anyone else thinks. They bring a breath of fresh air to the music scene, incorporating every strength and releasing every emotion into their music (their song 'Two Dogs' uses the exact wording of their wedding vows) in order to tell a story; their story, that can only be told through music...

Tea Issues (A Stereotypical British Rant)

I don't know if it's just me, but there's always that moment in life when someone makes you a cup of tea and it's just not quite right and you just have to stand there in front of them and pretend that everything's fine, when in fact you're debating whether or not to make a comment (but you're too socially awkward to do that anyway, so...) or something.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fussy tea-drinker (I understand that this is completely contradicted however by above statement) and my love for tea won't be destroyed by one dodgy cup, but it's just that it's a constant circle of dodgy cups (which is fine) by the same one person (which is not fine).
So, if I blatantly emphasise that I don't want sugar, and I'm given three teaspoons, then fine. But if I keep blatantly emphasising every time I'm offered a cup of tea by that one person that I don't want sugar and there is sugar in my tea, then I will start to get annoyed.

So, a warning to all. If you ever go to make me a cup of tea, please don't. I do love you and all, but it's such tough turf to tread on...

Musician's Review #1 - RJ Thompson

A few years ago, had someone mentioned to me the words 'Independent singer-songwriter', I would've instantly thought of some twenty-something guy in his bedroom with a tape recorder singing covers of Celine Dion and living off Pot Noodle. Until, that was, I accidentally stumbled upon one such musician.

Scrolling through YouTube videos in mid April 2011, I came across a video - a cover of The Killers' Mr Brightside - by RJ Thompson, who I soon discovered was - of course - an independent singer-songwriter from Newcastle. To begin with, my 14 year old self couldn't quite work out what to think of this sudden musical transition. Over the year, I'd moved from the cheesy-pop of One Direction to the smooth crooning Jamie Cullum, and had even verged into indie-rock influences such as Panic! At the Disco and The Wombats, but never had I imagined the effect that this up-and-coming genre of music would have on both my - and so many other people's - views on the music industry.

Having released two albums and three EP's over the last ten years, with a new album on the way in the next few months, RJ is clearly somewhat of a veteran to the music scene. Though some would say that he's never quite got his break, he seems pretty content with what he's achieved, holding a relatively small yet dedicated fan base, receiving airtime on many BBC Radio stations, and gaining success through his YouTube channel, where he presents both popular covers and original material.

The main aspect of appeal - in my eyes - is that RJ Thompson is a down-to-earth musician. Though he's toured with artists that have achieved wonders - such as Gabrielle Aplin, Joe Brooks, Sandi Thom, The Proclaimers... - he's still the kind of guy that you could chat with if you bumped into him in the freezer aisle in Tesco (so to speak).

This kind-hearted nature mixed with his clear love for music makes him one to watch.

Ummm....

Oh, my... It's taken me two months and seven days to realise that I haven't blogged for...oh... 2 months and seven days.
It's not that I don't enjoy blogging - it's completely the opposite, if anything. It's just that I've got so much on with school and music and coursework and excessive homework and stuff that I'm starting to find it hard to just sit down and actually write something relatively meaningful. Not that I can write anything anyway, but this blog just gives space to write about things that I couldn't really talk about to actual, proper, living people. So yeah. I think I'll just leave it at that. For today, anyway...




Anyway, here's a random picture of a kitten in a cup. Just because...

Failing at life (just your regular teenage rant)

So, I'm getting my exam results tomorrow. (Yaaaaaay.)
Yeah.
Don't really know how I feel about that, to be honest. I've really just given up on it all.

Maybe it'll be different tomorrow, once the envelope's in my hands. But at the moment all I really want to do is hide under the covers and then maybe hitchhike my way to Canada... Ok, maybe Canada's a bit far... But, like, Shropshire or something, and then not come back for two weeks and then start all over.

But I HAVE to get through the next two years of school, because otherwise I won't be able to go to uni and then I won't be able to get a job, then I won't be able to afford to live...
Not that I'll be able to get a job if I go to uni anyway...

And then, maybe, maybe, I can do a road-trip or something. Like, one of those plan-certain-bits-but-get-a-map-and-point-at-random-places-and-travel-for-a-bit road trips. And, like, camp in fields and stuff. 

Maybe.