Finished!
Har!
I finally finished the new Harry Potter book.
It is pretty good, although I must confess I would have liked it better if I had not been stupid enough to accidently read a spoiler that some schmuck had posted on the net.
I'm still taking my antibiotics. the right side of my face is still swollen, but it is less painful.
The hardest thing is timing eating etc around taking one tablet every four hours.
Most people who know me know that my stomach is nearly never empty because I am pretty much grazing and nibbling the whole time.
So I keep having to remind myself: no eating for an hour until I take the tablet, and no eating for an hour after that.
To my advantage, I've found that if I time it around, say going to the net cafe, I don't eat even if I forget that I'm not meant to.
Ditto if I am engrossed in my Harry Potter book. Which I just finished...
Maybe I'll go to the library and get Glamorama tomorrow.
Or maybe I'll just read one of the books that is lying around the flat right now.
Tonight I'm going to go see some bands, so that doesn't really matter. I've taken a table to take at ten, and one at two, if I am still awake.
Other stuff:
Last night I schlepped over to Highbury and Islington to go see Beecher. Getting there wasn't too hard for me, it was just a matter of taking the Overground from Bank Station.
It seems, however, that a large segment of the audience weren't so lucky. I was talking to various people in the know, and the Audience was about one third to half what it should have been, pre-sold and freebie tickets added together. People were either unable to get to the show because of Tube Station Closures, or they were just scared and punked out.
In my experience of Londoners, I say it was the former.
Still, Beecher were fucking great. Noisy, rocking and swaggering good fun.
However, if getting to the gig was easy, getting home required some more lateral thinking. I wound up taking a bus to Archway (Northern Line), riding South to Tottenham Court Road and then East on the Central line, getting back home around half twelve.
Not having had a chance to watch the news or read much about local events from any credible source in the last 24 hours, I have no idea what the state of play is.
I saw a Board for the Evening Standard saying 'Bomeber Shot Dead on Tube', but I have no idea what that is really in relation to.
The shop that the board was in front of has a habit of leaving the boards out the front of the shop for a week or more.
I'll see if I can grab a newspaper on the tube.
Speaking of which, it is about time for me to head out.
More news as it comes.
Over and out.
J
I finally finished the new Harry Potter book.
It is pretty good, although I must confess I would have liked it better if I had not been stupid enough to accidently read a spoiler that some schmuck had posted on the net.
I'm still taking my antibiotics. the right side of my face is still swollen, but it is less painful.
The hardest thing is timing eating etc around taking one tablet every four hours.
Most people who know me know that my stomach is nearly never empty because I am pretty much grazing and nibbling the whole time.
So I keep having to remind myself: no eating for an hour until I take the tablet, and no eating for an hour after that.
To my advantage, I've found that if I time it around, say going to the net cafe, I don't eat even if I forget that I'm not meant to.
Ditto if I am engrossed in my Harry Potter book. Which I just finished...
Maybe I'll go to the library and get Glamorama tomorrow.
Or maybe I'll just read one of the books that is lying around the flat right now.
Tonight I'm going to go see some bands, so that doesn't really matter. I've taken a table to take at ten, and one at two, if I am still awake.
Other stuff:
Last night I schlepped over to Highbury and Islington to go see Beecher. Getting there wasn't too hard for me, it was just a matter of taking the Overground from Bank Station.
It seems, however, that a large segment of the audience weren't so lucky. I was talking to various people in the know, and the Audience was about one third to half what it should have been, pre-sold and freebie tickets added together. People were either unable to get to the show because of Tube Station Closures, or they were just scared and punked out.
In my experience of Londoners, I say it was the former.
Still, Beecher were fucking great. Noisy, rocking and swaggering good fun.
However, if getting to the gig was easy, getting home required some more lateral thinking. I wound up taking a bus to Archway (Northern Line), riding South to Tottenham Court Road and then East on the Central line, getting back home around half twelve.
Not having had a chance to watch the news or read much about local events from any credible source in the last 24 hours, I have no idea what the state of play is.
I saw a Board for the Evening Standard saying 'Bomeber Shot Dead on Tube', but I have no idea what that is really in relation to.
The shop that the board was in front of has a habit of leaving the boards out the front of the shop for a week or more.
I'll see if I can grab a newspaper on the tube.
Speaking of which, it is about time for me to head out.
More news as it comes.
Over and out.
J
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