Tuesday, July 25, 2006

That'll be the day

Struck recently by the sadness of growing up and the leaving behind that comes with it. Rather a bizarre time to be so affected by this as I'm now sorting my life out (again) and doing all the things people tell me I should have done four years ago. (Thank God I can still do them, but THANK GOD I didn't do them then... Yesterday I went to the pub with a bunch of people from my sixth form. It's a most peculiar feeling to be with people you spent two years being sick with, pulling, bitching about, etc. now that the normal rules of adult behaviour suddenly apply again. You're thinking 'why have I got nothing to say?' but it's actually because it's no longer appropriate to mention that so-and-so has gained weight, noone has any hot gossip on anyone else and you're just not used to discussing art and music with these people. The only one with whom seemed most normal was my friend Hank. Although this is probably just because noone could help loving Hank. People he passes on the tube probably fling themselves to the ground and adore him as he walks by. He's been in the States for the past two years but he's moving home in September, probably... great news for London. Actually my former next-door-neighbour Celia was just as great as she always has been as well. Although I've never wanted to worship her with my body. She's a touch more ascerbic than Hank. Also visited my family home, thinking about parties that had been and gone. My little sister reminds me of long summer days where you're either guiltlessly doing absolutely nothing at all or partying your brains into mush. Things were so black and white in those days. Moods, friendships, everything was extreme. A girl I used to party with, Sylvie, came round and had a glass of white wine and some olives in the bright sunshine of the familial garden. I never see her these days and it felt almost like a wake for the people we used to be. She blames (partly) older men and I guess it's true that her boyfriend and mine are nearer thirty than twenty and not getting any wilder either... Today we have an interview with our prospective landlord, our new flatmate's mother. I didn't have a shower this morning and have been cycling around in dirty cotton shorts and a very skimpy turquoise bikini I got free from a magazine. I know Lovebird has ironed a shirt but... when I think about clothes touching me I feel sick. Almost definitely a part of growing up I haven't succumbed to- wearing sensible clothes. Although hardly any of my clothes have holes in anymore and when I dribble toothpaste down my t-shirt I now change it before going to work. I'm probably in a stronger position, Peter Pan-wise, than most people my age. Having spent the last three years working I know how great it is already to be able to stay out as late as you like and spend your money how you like. And somewhere along the way I somehow did grow up. And so now with my new, mature outlook, I'm setting out to enjoy student fun for the next three years. Whoopee!!!! The author has just received a university acceptance letter and is considering getting a credit card.

Monday, July 24, 2006


My top ten things to do in London in the summer
  1. Go to the seaside. Proper seaside like Margate or Shoeburyness. There's a great cockle place in Leigh on Sea.
  2. Walk down to the Thames path on your lunch break, pull up your trouser legs, sit on the cool edge of the quay and dangle your legs in the breeze. Preferably drinking gin and tonics from tins.
  3. Spend the hottest part of the day in the BM. There's nothing cooler than a load of bits of rock stolen from hot countries.
  4. Drink beer on the Tatteshall Castle, a floating pub by Embankment Station.
  5. Go to Barnes and look at birds in genuine wetland environment at the Nature Reserve. Actually I've never done this, but I find the mere word 'wetland' most cooling.
  6. Have a picnic and play cricket at Greenwich. Drink beer, eat food, toss a frisbee around and sing along to your transistor radio. With all the people you love
  7. Go swimming at the Oasis Leisure Centre, on the corner of High Holborn and Endell Street. As mentioned in previous blog, it has a fantastic open-air pool, it's luscious. And since I mentioned this before as well, there's no better place to revive after too much sun than Freuds, a refreshingly dim underground cocktail bar where the mint never wilts.
  8. As befits the greatest city in the world, there are loads of great free live music events every summer. These are apallingly badly publicised. Go to the ones you don't think you'll enjoy. I guarantee you'll be surprised.
  9. Walk in Epping Forest. Then go to the Robin Hood.
  10. Cycle to work. It's actually incredibly breezy and a dream come true afte the revolitingness of the Jubilee Line/Sweatbox.

Friday, July 21, 2006


I asked my boss if I could go home at 3 and she said yes!!! YES!!!

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I might set up a website like friends reunited, but to reunite people with people they never actually were friends with, but wished they had been. People you speak to when the tube is stuck in a tunnel, or at the bar. Friends of friends or friends of enemies. If you're Australian, TNT magazine has a service a bit like that on the back page where people leave messages like 'if you're the gorgeous blonde from walkabouts last week, call shane for a good time' (excuse stereotypes). I thought of this as a method of getting to know the Hot Australian Guy who sits opposite me, but It's just too open for my British sensibilities. No wonder the French think we only marry our cousins. Our cousins are the only people we can speak to without fear of rebuff. Had such a nice summery week. On Monday Lovebird and I strolled along the river Roding hand in hand out to Essex. Until we had to go onto Chigwell High Street to get the bus home from Chigwell, it was perfectly idyllic. Like a Constable painting, and nice and cool by the water. On Tuesday I went wit the gorgeous L to a fantastic open-air pool in the middle of Covent Garden. Who knew Camden Council runs this place at the Shaftesbury Avenue end of Endell Street and it's amazing. You can dive, there's space to sunbathe and it's only £3.50! From there it's no distance to Freuds, where we refreshed ourselves in the cool underground with delicious mojitos. On Wednesday I went for another walk with Lovebird, this time to Hackney to check out where we might move to. The sun was blazing on the pavements and felt amazing. Even more amazing was the couple of swifts halves in cool Hackney pubs, followed by a chicken shish kebab from the best kebab shop ever, by London Fields on Mare Street. I'm afraid we had pizza hut when we got in, as well. On Thursday (this is like the Very Hungry Caterpillar, but with booze) I went out with Shell to a great open-air gig at Canry Wharf. They're every night all summerlong. So lovely on the grass with rose and strawberries and cream. And the best takeaway sushi ever, from Itsu. I'm going out again tonight. Fuck the rent.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

My Job

is getting more and more boring every day. I kind of like how calm it is, but still... I guess as long as a job is still B.T.W. I'll stay there. You see what an effect it has had on me? Due to its somnolent languor, I no longer have anything to say! I'm just blogging so that I'm not working! Cool thunderstorm today, and thank goodness it's now hot and sunny again, as if nothing had happened. The sky went dark as night, and the lightning was real zig-zag shaped lightning, like in children's pictures. That's a really good thing about my job, I sit by the window overlooking the Dock, the DLR station and behind it the Thames. It's a marvellous view, especially for summer thunder-storms. Somethimes I surreptitiously stare out for hours 'watching the ships roll in'. Behind them, poeple with cranes are doing something to the Millenium Dome. Don't really care what very much, though. When I feel a bit tired of looking at the internet/ pretending to be diligent, I find some photocopying and wander down to the photocopying room. It's always a couple of degrees warmer ther than here in the aggressive air-con, and there's usually a few other 'administrators' as we are euphemistically titled, taking the air there and complaining about this job. I never complain... remember Newham library service? (see blog entries March 13 - May 13 2006)