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girlie snow camps in andorra
exciting news from work placement, a press release i wrote (which was edited/amended by one of my bosses, andrew) got picked up by somebody.
check it out at first tracks online > article
a german walks into a resturant (and orders a bloody steak)
the german interns and i had a german/american dinner last night. i cooked pot roast and stef and david brought some german sausages, pretzels, and hoegaarden. it turned out pretty well and was a good way to send david back off to germany. god spede you david. would you like some fucking ketchup with that?
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a quiet drink at the fox (which turned out to be not so quiet and not at the fox)
and so what was supposed to be a couple of drinks turned into six beers and some wine and all i could remembered the next morning was our discussion about sleeping with rae. surprisingly i wasn't that hungover but i clearly didn't want to go to work. so perhaps i drank a little too much but it was the best time i've had in a while.
easter weekend
there was a bank holiday on friday, a bank holiday on monday, and i got paid for not working on easter day, i can't complain about the english holiday system.
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funeral
2004
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fruit that ate itself
1997
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twickenham
i have now come to live at my fourth place in london since 2002. its a small room but its home. with monet and caillebotte prints on the walls and a small circular window that doesn't open and is too high for me to look out it has become my quiet sanctuary that faintly resembles 'the hole' in the lowest level of a prison or castle. light shines softly through the window giving the room potential. in zone five i am still just a short train ride away from the centre of london but get a feeling of peace and tranquility in the suburbia like environment. instead of tourists treading on your feet you get local brits living relatively normal lives reaching for that british dream, whatever that maybe. returning to the borough of richmond makes me believe that i was meant to be a westender, regardless of how near or far i am from the centre of london.
present postcode: TW2 7RA (7 Tayben Rd, Twickenham)
previous postcodes: W14 0SS, KT5 8LP, TW12 3AL
working on leaving the living
what can i say about my current flat, well, dirty, messy, and i feel like a sardin in a tin. what can i say about my next flat, well, it'll still be dirty, it'll still be messy, but i will have my own room and it will be cheaper. the only draw back is that it is in twickenham instead of in the west kensington area which is in zone 2. however there is one point i haven't mentioned yet, it will be in ian's house so that'll be pretty cool. but i will have to take the train to work now instead of the tube, bummer. but i think i'll thank myself in the financial department come may/june.
club albion
as a resident of the albion, which will be slightly more difficult to reach after i move, i have been added to the dart team. i guess that means i'll be at the albion every thursday now. if i weren't moving i'd probably still go there every sun-wed. strangely i think i'll miss dave, ken, john and the other locals not to mention yan, jess, sergion and the other bartenders. that place felt more like home than my home did. tear :)
music
arcade fire, ac newman, oasis, radiohead, smashing pumpkins
i'm never lonesome when i'm by myself
i came, i saw, i left > paris. i think my main goal in paris was to get away from the loud annoying group i came with simply known as: the americans. i succeeded in doing so when we weren't in group organised trips to such places as notre dame, the french resistance museum, and monmartre (sp?). since i was in paris just last october/november my visit this time around was less than exciting, however the things i missed last time were good this time around like visiting jim morrison's grave and the musee d'orcy.
and then turns into sunlight
i came, i saw, i played darts > the albion. my membership for residency at the albion pub near my flat is up for consideration after getting to know the regulars over the past two weeks. my big break through was monday after i came back from paris and, as always, excaped my flat by visiting the albion and playing darts. since i'm rubbish at darts some guy gave me a non verbal tip on shooting. from there he told me about his days in the states and how he avoided getting drafted during the vietnam war by having dual citizenship having been born in scotland. last night i went to the albion once again to excape my flat and ended up play 'community darts' with the guys who i have come to know there. the fact that i know the schedules of what bartenders are working when is a clear indication that i am either there too much or it really has become a second home for me. all i know is that 1) i feel a lot more comfortable there than i do at my flat; and 2) i've been having a pretty good time with the other albion residents. cheers.
the ghost of broadmead
well, i don't really know what to do anymore. flat 8 at broadmead has seemingly returned to normal however i can't help but feel (and notice) a serious distruption in how life used to be. everyone seems to be keeping more to themselves or rather away from me. i feel isolated mostly by choice and disjointed not by choice. i feel so uncomfortable around one person in particular i've have been avoiding her altogether, hence me being at the internet cafe at this particular point in time, and the albion last night. however the internet cafe wasn't what i had in mind tonight, i was going to just ride around on the tube for a few hours and just read a book. and all of this is the result of my actions, i have no one to blame but myself. but what has happend has happend and theres nothing anybody can do about that now. and it has left me sneaking in and out of the flat, avoiding people when i can. i have become in essence the ghost of broadmead. i'm more invisible than i've ever felt in my life and honestly i've had to keep myself from tearing up more than once. but such is life, or rather such is my life. and sometimes i don't wish events such as this to not happen as i'm probably deserving of it and it keeps in check, and also keeps my hopes, ambitions, and moral low where they should be. i'd expect nothing less.
