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I’m back in London after being in Foreign for a wee while. London: Rain, crowds and jostling. Cold, dislocated, appalled, dismayed, distraught and Richard Curtis nowhere to be found, I met up with me NW1 posse. Now, Dave, Gawd bless him, is a lovely bloke but a bit on the arrogant side. MA (Oxon) DPhil Grade II Listed Building un all that bollux. There’s always a fight when he’s around. He’ll patronise one of the many plebs that populate London and it’ll kick off. Guaranteed. ‘Lovely to see you. Mwah. Mwah. Was the traffic alright ? How was your journey ? And was it a pleasant trip ? Good. Good. Are you well ? Good. Good.’ Tick the box marked ‘Preliminaries‘. ‘I’ll have a large whiskey and a whisky chaser’ said I, for I greatly favoured both. And, at 11.08 in the morning, the evening began. A few hours later I heard ‘Sorry to hear about you getting dumped by Dearly Beloved. Email is such a bad way of doing it, especially when you’re half-way across the world. They’d been at it for ages I’m told’ You see what he did there ? Half supportive friend. Half knocker of sexual confidence. A.Total.**** . So you can imagine my surprise when the punch that I knew would surely come seemed to spring from mine own fair hand. I recalled from Cervantes ‘Hombre apercebido medio combatido’ and in my book ‘being prepared’ means getting in first and hard. For a while furniture splintered and plaster cracked around our fearsome fisting. Backwards and forwards. Kung Fu Jap Slap Nippy Gippy, Lord of the Dance v. King of the Jungle and therefore, as you may imagine, a bastard to put down in words.
This morning I got a lovely e:apology from His Nibs and this afternoon the offer of a really good contract so that makes today a good day.
Some critics might say the ending was a bit weak, characters were left undeveloped, the hero was frankly unconvincing and there was little sign of any plot.
This, coupled with Miffy's heartless abuse on another thread, has made me feel rather happy, safe in the knowledge that the day going to get no worse from this point on.
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Gold..... What is it good for? You can't eat it, you can't smoke it, yet everybody wants it.
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I'm having a great day after a hectic week. Our office was full of Americans and bosses and technicians all week and I had to give a presentation to the Americans and we all worked incredibly long hours and the phone kept ringing and I had numerous deadlines looming and I had a headache for 3 days. Today: my headache has gone, my deadlines have been met, the phone has only rung twice, I'm planning to go home at 5 pm on the dot, the Americans have gone back to America, they loved my presentation and my boss is out all day. Also: boss is expecting 4th child early next week, so if his wife is a couple of days early like with child no.3, I won't be seeing my boss for a while. Yay.
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I have just sent my boss off with only half his presentation copied onto OHP transparencies, because I didn't notice it was more than one page long. This is after unstapling the THREE pages, photocopying them (plural) and then stapling the copies (plural) together. And he's going to the Atomic Weapons place in Reading, so if he can only give half a presentation there might be an Atomic War. Sorry about that.
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Day comprises a pleasing tying of loose ends. I can almost hear pieces falling into place.
1. The freelance life is exciting, yet uncertain. One day despair at having no forseeable future pay, the next joy at one's gr8ness. I've just been told I've got 2-3 days' work a week as 'consultant editor', for the forseeable at a v healthy day rate. So healthy I don't REALLY need to work the rest of the week. Go me.
2 Last night, nearly home. Phone rings - it is dear heart, pissed as owt. 'Come to this bar - it'll be great. Go on. Please come...' etc. Got tube back the way I'd come, exited, rang to ask exact directions. 'Oh, I'm going home now'. Fumed for hours. Dear heart is going away for 10 days from tomorrow (Saturday), and has told me to 'cancel all arrangements for tomorrow. It's a surprise.' Golly gosh. Marvellous what a bit of guilt can do.
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Two large glasses of white in short succession, paid for by company. I feel pleasantly heady and not at all inclined to investigate the 'racing night' (videos) I have to organise for client.
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I don't know how I do it. I manage to just upset people without even trying. Who'd have thought that the close knit antics of a bulletin board could sync menstrual cycles together.
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I missed the exclamation mark! Also, surely now everyone's dosed up on hormones, the menstrual-synching thang's become a bit obsolete? I will poll flatmates tonight.
And I have champagne now! The day gets better and better and I enforce more shallow PR stereotypes everytime I post. O well. <penance>
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Hey actually I do have a reason to be happy today. I changed the insurance over to the Smart car today from the Puma, and apparently it's so much cheaper that they actually owe me money! No more payments till January!
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I decided to embrace the comfy familiarity of a chicklit stereotype by buying shoes. Dump the boy with the yellow hair, cry a bit, buy some shoes. Round-toed, T-bar, disgustingly high. Like tango shoes. They make the front of your foot curve like the bones are breaking. Hope that's not a premonition. Sad that the only good thing about this week is a purchase, as though I've become so powerless over my own destiny, so unable to attract goodness into my own life, that consumer muscle is the only one I can flex in order to improve my lot. Yuk.
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quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: And he's going to the Atomic Weapons place in Reading, so if he can only give half a presentation there might be an Atomic War.
Is it open to all? I could really use a laugh.
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Yesterday I fixed the earthing problem that caused an unpleasant hum from my record player (do people call them "DEXXX" these days???). This means that when I get home, I will be able to listen to some great music on vinyl.
I paid 99p for a deep fried chicken burger which was absolutely bukkaked in mayo and I haven't vomitted yet!
I don't have to go to work tomorrow.
I sent an e-mail to a colleague named Chris, but accidentally addressed opened with "Hi Christ"
quote:Originally posted by vikram: Watched the movie Dark City earlier which I think was good, but really am not sure. I do suspect it was shit? Kiefer sucked?
Dark City is one of my favourite sci-fi films. I found it had much more atmosphere and a more intriguing plot than The May Tricks. *Here's an interesting page which notes a lot of similarities between the two.
It's worth noting that Dark City was filmed beforeThe May Tricks
I saw Rick's identical twin (or Rick) working in a second hand furniture shop in New Cross. Added to my sighting yesterday in Chiswick of omikin's identical twin, my TMOidenticaltwin spotting is going well.
Someone drove past my flat in slow traffic with the theme from The Godfather blaring from their car stereo. Two minutes later someone else drove past with some opera playing at an equally high volume, then someone else with R Kelly. Brockley=diverse.
Soon, The Apprentice is on, an experience which can only be bettered by reading the epsiode recap afterwards on TWoP
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i am in a different town from london! i am listening to johnny cash sing 'if i were a carpenter' and upstairs my sister is painting her wife's face as a dog. tomorrow they are having the summer fete party and there will be a tombola, a raffle, and face painting. i am going to have my face painted as gene simmons! or maybe a droog. also i have just had my hair cut by a lady who charges nothing for her haircutting services but a drawing of a guinea pig. life is so nice in bris vegas.
(bris vegas posse! my time is limited on this sojourn, but next time i am here we are meating! i promise!)
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thanks i thought that was gonna sit around and kill the thread dead. which with suspect humour like that i guess it should've i mean, really rabbi's shouting shalom and winning big hands of foreskin. what was i thinking?
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Actually - and honestly I don't [i]want[/i[ to be a travel **** - but I have been to that hotel. Not stayed there, just hung out for a bit. For the air con.
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I had a kind of a perfect weekend this weekend - consisting of all the things that make me happy from metal through to just chilling in the pub and feeling euphorically happy. Three splendid shows (with Slayer/ Slipknot proving to be one of the best gig's I've ever seen), hooking up with a bunch of friends to watch the football, a couple of soothing days (sunday n monday) to wind down, getting to watch my favourite movie with someone who'd never seen it before - it was just fantastic. God I love this world.
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My surprise Saturday organised by R turned out to be champagne at the Sanderson hotel, followed by some treatments in its spa, which is like I imagine heaven to be. All white drapes, and people in white, padding around, with towels that mysteriously appear, and soporific smells in the air. It ruled. Then I had dim sum.
And next w/e I'm going to be in new york, going to a party in the Chelsea Hotel, shopping in a vast outlet maaaaall, and eating brunch ALL DAY.
The only (noxious methane) cloud is that I'm on the cabbage soup diet in an attempt to be able to shop anywhere other than Nice'n'Wide once there. It is causing my bowels some distress.
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If getting plastered, killing ears, intimidating strangers into being your mate, hurriedly buying beer before eleven, drinking it in the streets, roaming the town at night, haw-hawing into the cold empty streets, getting drunk whilst stood still so that your legs buckle, and walking 5 miles home are good things, then I did all of them this weekend.
Bad things; Complete stranger, waking me up at 6 in the morning and sitting on the bed. Nobody knows who he is, he tells me he has just been chased by the police. Scary start to Sunday morning.
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england won, should have been better, but better than losing to Wales. otherwise not good, ex-girlfreind's lil brother having a heart bypass op. today, scary shit. Not really doing anything at work my head is somewhere else, but thats cool my job is a doss
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