This is England: Mods, New Romantics, and Skinheads are the major youth sub-cultures of this very English summer of 1983 and young 12-year-old Shaun is left wandering aimlessly alone and lost during the start of his school holidays, until his chance meeting with Woody and his fun and friendly Skinhead pack. Finding a new lease of life; girls, parties, Ben Sherman shirts, Doc Martin boots and shaven hairstyles young Shaun is welcomed, life during this summer holiday has got a whole lot better. That is until Combo arrives on the scene bitter, dangerous, racist, militant and psychotic life for young Shaun has just approached his first major crossroads. This is England is a look back at the early eighties of British working-class life through the eyes of young Shaun and his new gang, and dealing with the bitterness of outside influences such as racism and xenophobia, of mass unemployment and the fall out of the Falkland's War; Thatcher's Britain: Did we ever have it so good? When you see Shaun, ask Him.  

Roland Rat, Margaret Thatcher; Rubik's Cubes, the Royal Wedding; aerobics, skinheads... It's 1983, and the schools are breaking up for summer. Shaun is 12 and a bit of a loner, growing up with his mum in a grim coastal town, his dad killed fighting in the Falklands War. On his way home from school where he's been tormented all day for wearing flares, he runs into a group of skinheads, who against expectations turn out to be friendly and take him under their wing. Soon Shaun discovers parties, girls and snappy dressing, and finds some role models in Woody, Milky and the rest of the gang. But when an older, overtly racist skinhead returns home from prison, the easy camaraderie of the group is broken, and Shaun is drawn into much more uncomfortable territory. Based largely on his own experience as a youngster, this is Shane Meadows' most mature and fully realised film. Handling the complexities of masculinity, violence and race with sensitivity and a lightness of touch, it's hard to imagine a film that would better capture the mood of the time, or that could have any greater an understanding of the allure of being part of a gang.

   

la nuit blanche, 貌似法国队赢得了橄榄球世界杯。只是听到了欢呼声，悄悄地从市中心走过。没有兴趣，无关……

       陪朋友又去了一次page35，一样的选择。有时我想我还真是一个不喜欢改变的人。去了那么多次，点的还是一样的头盘和主菜。就像自己一直在寻找什么。始终不固定，却又坚持。

回来的路上顺道参观了一个marie的展。可爱的老鼠满天世界地乱爬，人真多啊。。。感觉又有点回到了国内，真的不知道写些文字码在blog是为了什么，也许是为了关心我的朋友亲人么。可爱的你们啊……

      网络啊网络。今天和一个朋友聊到这个话题，我们在上面寻找什么，周而复始。能真的把真实的东西摆在上面？你们不怕我怕，所以易真易假，就这么回事。

      发现说真话也有一个好处，就是别人不会把你说的认为是真的。所以有那么一些状况，说真话往往是对自己最好的籍慰方式。对的起自己，别人信不信无所谓。。。