Liberty’s Chamber of Ideas.

The World is falling apart and I’m very fragile . Well, who would have thought it? It’s only taken a pandemic and the world for it to essentially fall out of its ass, to make me want to start writing again. As you can imagine the impending doom that is hovering over all of us at the moment, and of course not to mention my best mate raging anxiety, have all made for a lovely long stint of the spicy boys meaning I’ve not wanted to do anything for the best part of a month. So for the past month, all I’ve done is live vicariously through my animal crossing, and watch all six seasons of Sex And The City, which I would argue is a very productive way to spend your time in quarantine, I did also turn twenty-two and reach my full potential of Karen the wine mum. But due to current circumstances, I have decided that my birthday did in fact, not happen and therefore I am still only twenty-one. So, all in all, a very good month I would argue? It is a well-known fact that I tend to ha

Well, here we are. It’s albums of the year time once again this year has been both the longest and shortest year maybe ever in terms of music, when I was putting this list together I couldn’t actually believe that some of these albums came out this year because it seems that I’ve been listening to these albums for what feels like an eternity but in the best way possible of course. Putting this list together and listening back to these albums have been well a little bit emotional won't lie. All these albums mean something to me in different ways and marked a part of my life this year that I didn’t even realize, I mean sometimes some of these songs brought back memories that made me want to do a little sicky, but you know it happens, again putting this list together was a mixture of pretty simple choices and some of the hardest, I could only pick ten because otherwise, this list would have gone on forever and ever, of course, there are some honorable mentions that I couldn’

Well I mean it’s been a while hasn’t it? After an eight-month hiatus, or if you roughly translate that too liberty is a MASSIVELY lazy bitch, I have returned. I’m sure you’ve missed me, your welcome.   Forgive me for this delightful word vomit I’m about to produce, because of course none of this is going to be coherent or good, considering I’m listening to a wonderfully cringe worthy playlist, entitled ‘alternative love songs’, so that’s not helping but I needed to say something, anything so here that word vomit is. I don’t know what it was that led me to the decision to rewatch both seasons of fleabag in a day, but it happened. And now I regret it, because well I can’t stop crying, and if the empty void I call my heart didn’t feel empty enough beforehand it for sure does now. I know I’m probably not the only one that has felt like this after watching it for the third time, or maybe even the first time, but something has shifted in relation to how I feel about this. Got t

Part One Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost review. Oh hello! It’s me your local mushroom, I have returned to my now pretty much-forgotten blog which makes me so very sad, but honestly in the past two months there hasn’t been any spare time to write anything for myself which makes me so sad, because all I ever I want to do is write and make people listen to my insignificant opinions on everything and anything. But finally I have found some time in my mad hectic life to finally write something for myself, between working pretty much full time, doing a degree and trying to have some kind of social life and semi-normal sleeping pattern, I haven’t had a spare second to write anything, that is however until the wonder that is Foals new album came out three days ago, and now I’m about to make you read this delightful little waffle on this beautiful album that I haven’t stopped listening to for the past three days, and to think this is the only first half of the album, boys we are in

The start of the year is always a weird and emotional one, no matter how many times I tell myself that I won’t have some sort of melodramatic related breakdown, I always end up having one, and the start of this year has been no exception. It’s currently the 6 th of January and I’m already experiencing said melodramatic meltdown. The thing is I don’t have any idea why I’m having this meltdown so early in the year, it hasn’t even been 2019 for a week, and yet I’m already giving up on my whole focus on being positive and happier in yourself bullshit, I told myself at five to midnight six days ago, but must of admit six days is pretty solid for me, so well done libs I guess. Sure I’ve got a couple of ideas as to why I’m having this very teenage angst meltdown, that you only see in indie teenage romantic comedies for reference I feel very Palo Alto mixed with The Breakfast Club. But these feelings and thoughts are just reoccurring feelings that I’ve told myself aren’t a thing anymore

Lib’s albums of the year. Somehow I blinked in July and suddenly its now December, Christmas is only 5 days away, and I still haven’t brought any presents nor thought about it, nice to know a another year has gone by but I’m still on brand! However I have watched the Gavin and Stacey Christmas special at least five times in the past week, so I mean that’s the only thing that matters. But alas another year has flown by and I’m writing yet another album of the year review, expect this one will actually make it up before the year finishes with any luck. To say that this year hasn’t been a roller coaster of emotions and realizations would be an understatement, this year has been the most challenging for my mental health in a VERY long time but its also been one of the best years in a very long time, I’ve done and seen some thongs I thought I would never do, and I met some of the most incredible people that I am beyond thankful for putting up with me and my shite because I hones