Swimmin' in light...

Here I am back in the blogging world.

Holiday has been fun, but I'm ready to come home. Since T&S left it has been rather mellow. The weather is atrocious and there's not much to do here except lie in my attic room listening to music and thinking of all the exciting things I'm going to do when I get back (eat cereal, buy clothing, watch movies, play badminton, see people, go out, start my new job, stick things on my wall, enrol on a course, or something...)

Next year is going to be good. Not because anything especially good is planned, but simply because I have decided it's going to be. I'm going to fucking make sure it is. I have learned alot of things this summer, cliched and unsophisticated as it sounds:

• The less you rely on your parents the better.
• The more you go out the better.
• Most people in the world of work are trying to screw you over as much as they can.
• There are ways to get by without much money, the best ones are: cycle instead of getting a bus, steal things from work, live off pasta and baked beans, exploit buy one get one free offers, hang out with rich people (or people with rich parents).
• There are ways to get by without much sleep, the best ones are: actually there aren't. Pro Plus messes your life up. Avoid it at all costs. Phone in sick.

People of the earth, you're not cool: you eat hamburgers and go to school!

With that, goodbye. x

It's an underground illusion.....

Why did there have to be some sort of terror scare three days before I'm meant to get a flight from Gatwick? So so worried about Monday, I'm already cutting things fine leaving an hour to get from the airport to Marseille train station, but if the flight is delayed I'll be stranded in Marseille overnight with nowhere to sleep. This is terrifying. Travelling on my own in a foreign country is scary enough. I've done it before, but not to Marseille. Not at night.

Beth just sent me the following text message: 'Just to check: we're going swimming at the crack of dawn tomorrow. We must be mad! See you at 8 am."

We actually are mad. This swimming and spending every moment together is completely off the rail (also bloody marvellous). Beth's mother gave me tomatoes, an aubergine, a courgette, some brocolli, a squash and an onion today, all homegrown on the allotment. I feel lucky.

Am meant to be doing about twelve different things this weekend. And then going on holiday. Watch me try.
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Mindless now.

When my problems are few and far between so are my blog entries.

Have practically moved in with Beth. We've been demonstrating, eating cake and plum crumble and home grown tomatoes, swimming, playing table tennis in her basement, playing badminton, watching trashy TV, cycling and sitting in her conservatory basking in the sunshine. It's fucking heaven. Work has been so damn easy as well. The boss is away, and the replacement pharmacist is his little brother, just as qualified but a whole lot less uptight. He hasn't complained once about anything anyone has or hasn't done. He even thanks people and doesn't time people's lunch breaks to the second. I'm worried I'll miss being indoors now. My new job could get tiring and overwhelming. If they offered me £8.75 I think I'd stay where I was.

Still addicted to Big Brother, still haven't washed my clothes, still can't wait for Monday. Everything's easy now.

I missed my Natalie pictures.

'She's eating roses on toast with tulip butter,
Praying for her mirror to stay young;
On its no longer gilted surface
This message she has scrawled:

'O somewhere between Heaven and Woolworth's
I live I love I scold,
I keep kingfishers in their cages
And goldfish in their bowls.' '

- Brian Patten
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But what price now for a shallow piece of dignity?

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