Feeling a bit better.
I'm feeling a bit better.
Last night I left the house just before midnight to go to an old school Goth night at a joint called the Lord Nelson on Holloway road.
It actually turned out to be pretty good.
Outside I got talking to a couple who had foreign accents but refused to tell me where they were from, on account of it being the most uncool place in the world.
I said Poland, Moscow or Vladisvostok or Siberia, but they said 'We WISH it was Siberia'
Turns out that they came from Israel. Current events notwithstanding, I don't see that that is so much to be ashamed of, but then again I don't understand the English prejudice against people with red hair either, so there you go.
After that I wandered down Holloway Road until I found a bus stop just outside the Highbury Garage. There I met a Punk/Grind band who had just played a show called Trencher. I talked to the on the bus back into the center of London.
Then I took the 55 back east. Unfortunately I didn't take the right stop and I wound up in Wanstead or Chingford or something. Beautiful scenery (all green and nice old houses) but it wasn't where I wanted to be at half five on a Saturday morning.
Fortunately it didn't take to long for a bus in the other direction to arrive, so I rode that back to Leytonstone Station then walked back to the flat from there.
Reading a copy of the Evening Standard Weekend Magazine they ran a one page piece about The Engineer at Primrose Hill, basically because it has become a hangout for all the local celebs (Jude Law etc). I'm wondering if that is the same Engineer off Chalk Farm that Dad sent me to. The mind boggles.
I'm going out again tonight.
In fact... I should be going now.
Over and out.
Last night I left the house just before midnight to go to an old school Goth night at a joint called the Lord Nelson on Holloway road.
It actually turned out to be pretty good.
Outside I got talking to a couple who had foreign accents but refused to tell me where they were from, on account of it being the most uncool place in the world.
I said Poland, Moscow or Vladisvostok or Siberia, but they said 'We WISH it was Siberia'
Turns out that they came from Israel. Current events notwithstanding, I don't see that that is so much to be ashamed of, but then again I don't understand the English prejudice against people with red hair either, so there you go.
After that I wandered down Holloway Road until I found a bus stop just outside the Highbury Garage. There I met a Punk/Grind band who had just played a show called Trencher. I talked to the on the bus back into the center of London.
Then I took the 55 back east. Unfortunately I didn't take the right stop and I wound up in Wanstead or Chingford or something. Beautiful scenery (all green and nice old houses) but it wasn't where I wanted to be at half five on a Saturday morning.
Fortunately it didn't take to long for a bus in the other direction to arrive, so I rode that back to Leytonstone Station then walked back to the flat from there.
Reading a copy of the Evening Standard Weekend Magazine they ran a one page piece about The Engineer at Primrose Hill, basically because it has become a hangout for all the local celebs (Jude Law etc). I'm wondering if that is the same Engineer off Chalk Farm that Dad sent me to. The mind boggles.
I'm going out again tonight.
In fact... I should be going now.
Over and out.
posted by the.exile at 6:08 pm
1 Comments:
Hey! Just stumbled upon your site and got reading... It's good to see a coherent blog every once in awhile while clicking the "Next Blog" button. And just so ya know, I just pulled up a Notepad window, typed "Michael Moorcock", and saved it as "interesting authors.txt" on my desktop, so maybe I'll remember to check him out if I ever end up at the library any time soon! I googled him and he seems like he might be my style... anyway, later! Hopefully things work out for you in London.
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