Tommy Taplow




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  1. 1. Drive across America
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    352 people
  2. 2. play a didgeridu
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  3. 3. Visit the Lake District
    13 people
  4. 4. go to glastonbury festival
    81 people
  5. 5. shoot a gun
    416 people
  6. 6. go to mexico for the day of the dead
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    15 people
  7. 7. Go to La Tomatina Festival in Spain
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    70 people
  8. 8. Fall in love without getting hurt
    4 people
  9. 9. Visit Prague
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    392 people
  10. 10. travel the world
    21,164 people
  11. 11. Go Dog Sledding
    114 people
  12. 12. write poetry and get paid for it
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    881 people
  13. 13. Travel the Silk Road
    50 people
  14. 14. Swim with dolphins
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    8,300 people
  15. 15. go whale watching
    615 people
  16. 16. swim with sharks
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    852 people
  17. 17. get married, stay married, and have kids
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    13 people
  18. 18. ride an elephant
    1,065 people
  19. 19. Go skiing
    873 people
  20. 20. be promiscuous
    4 people
  21. 21. Run the London Marathon
    349 people
  22. 22. go to the Olympics
    510 people
  23. 23. write a song
    5,193 people
  24. 24. write a novel
    11,483 people
  25. 25. I want to go Sky Diving
    166 people
  26. 26. save the tigers
    12 people
  27. 27. Dance in the rain
    2,489 people
  28. 28. go streaking
    275 people
  29. 29. Live in a foreign country
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    2,432 people
  30. 30. Watch AC Milan v Inter Milan at the San Siro
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    2 people
  31. 31. Attend a World Cup final
    10 people
  32. 32. be an artist
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    669 people
  33. 33. watch more independent films
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    17 people
  34. 34. go to a music festival
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    234 people
  35. 35. sing karaoke
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    630 people
  36. 36. see the northern lights
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    19,131 people
  37. 37. backpack through Europe
    5,135 people
  38. 38. plant a tree
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    1,219 people
  39. 39. Ride a camel in the desert
    106 people
  40. 40. tower of london
    1 person
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emo
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Many Emo’s remind me of Catherine Morland in Jane Austen’s ‘Northanger Abbey’, in that a lot of them live in their own little dream world. Don’t get me wrong I’m not judging Emo’s or preaching hate onto them, but I do think a lot of them need to grow up. The whole ‘Scene’ scene, I really find it quite repulsive. This is why I believe Emo’s are an embarassment to my generation in that they are the first sub-culture to conform to the marriage of commercialism and consumerism, and it’s easy to understand why people judge or even hate Emo’s. It isn’t envy or jealousy, it’s total intolerance of the Emo culture, and it’s fair enough because all this talk of suicide, self-harm, rejection etc. for the SAKE of being Emo or ‘fitting in’ to that stereotype, is really quite laughable, and in many cases, extremely false and egocentric. Like when a child has a tantrum for the sake of attention. If something substantially troubling has befell you, then that’s acceptable, but to consider suicide for the sake of what essentially is a genre of music, fashion and mentality, it’s pathetic.

Emo’s need to pick themselves up after a setback, i.e. relationship failure, parental divorce, bereavement, and realise that they’re not alone. EVERYONE goes through this, Emo’s just have to be strong and move on with life. Not sit around letting themselves become psychologically warped for the sake of their aesthetic lifestyle. If your great-grandparents could see you now, they’d be disappointed, and/or ashamed.

“Seeing an Emo over the age of 21 is rare, because it’s the peak age of adult maturity”

If you come to Camden, you won’t be accepted. We like Goths, Indie-kids, Punks, whatever. But Emo’s are different. Call it snobbery, call it a corrupted form of racism, but it will always be true.



be emo
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Many Emo’s remind me of Catherine Morland in Jane Austen’s ‘Northanger Abbey’, in that a lot of them live in their own little dream world. Don’t get me wrong I’m not judging Emo’s or preaching hate onto them, but I do think a lot of them need to grow up. The whole ‘Scene’ scene, I really find it quite repulsive. This is why I believe Emo’s are an embarassment to my generation in that they are the first sub-culture to conform to the marriage of commercialism and consumerism, and it’s easy to understand why people judge or even hate Emo’s. It isn’t envy or jealousy, it’s total intolerance of the Emo culture, and it’s fair enough because all this talk of suicide, self-harm, rejection etc. for the SAKE of being Emo or ‘fitting in’ to that stereotype, is really quite laughable, and in many cases, extremely false and egocentric. Like when a child has a tantrum for the sake of attention. If something substantially troubling has befell you, then that’s acceptable, but to consider suicide for the sake of what essentially is a genre of music, fashion and mentality, it’s pathetic.

Emo’s need to pick themselves up after a setback, i.e. relationship failure, parental divorce, bereavement, and realise that they’re not alone. EVERYONE goes through this, Emo’s just have to be strong and move on with life. Not sit around letting themselves become psychologically warped for the sake of their aesthetic lifestyle. If your great-grandparents could see you now, they’d be disappointed, and/or ashamed.

“Seeing an Emo over the age of 21 is rare, because it’s the peak age of adult maturity”

If you come to Camden, you won’t be accepted. We like Goths, Indie-kids, Punks, whatever. But Emo’s are different. Call it snobbery, call it a corrupted form of racism, but it will always be true.



share my poetry
my poem (copyright)

Once upon an afternoon, I came to look about the room,
Nothing saw I but a great gold haze,
And while I pondered, softly sighing, suddenly there came a gentle crying,
As of someone who’s slowly dying, dying in their youthful days,
‘Please don’t cry,’ is what I offered, ‘needn’t worry, it’s only a phase –
Only this, and just a craze.’

Dark was the room on a sunny day,
And near to where each body lay,
Was the outline of a white horse,
Eager was I to get up and leave; – leave alone without remorse,
But ill I felt, with a voice so hoarse –
Hoarse of course because of the brown,
A fix and a shot oh so strong,
A fix to take away the frown,
A fix to take me away to drown.

The terrible torturing untouched air,
Stifled me – rifled me with deep disgust,
I began to clamour myself upright, with all and everything, but bereft of might,
‘My friend I need aid!’ Came a voice like rust –
‘Come boy, come help; give faith. Your trust!’
‘Give aid I shall, and help I must,’

Hereby my strength grew stronger and clamouring then no longer,
‘Hello,’ said I, ‘help abound, guide me through this haze;
As I was softly sighing I heard upon your gentle crying
Appalling you sounded, as if you were dying
Dying in your youthful days

nb poem unfinished



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