I'm exhausted...

I am exhausted.

So I am only going to give you the whistlestop version of what has been a pretty intense couple of days.

Saturday: went to Slimelight. Got there at Midnight-ish. Three floors. Had fun. One or two familiar faces.

I decided that since I had to start work on Monday, rather than let my lousy sleeping pattern dictate to me, I would dictate to it.

So I deliberately stayed out all night, with a view to collapsing into bed early Sunday night.

Sunday morning, after Slimelight ended at half seven(!), I took a walk through Islington, finding myself in some picturesque back streets with lots of Antique Shops and hidden backstreets.

Then I found a park. Where a bunch of the kids from the club were hanging out.

Around ten or so I decided to take the tube to Camden, where I looked at stalls, looked in shops and generally explored.

Around four I took the tube from Chalk Farm to Tottenham Court road so that I could look at Digital cameras in Jessops. Interesting. More research to be made, of course.

After that I looked in a Guitar shop at the other end of an Alleyway that starts on Charing Cross Road and ends facing the centrepoint. Cool.

Back on Charing Cross Road I found a comic book shop hidden in a basement. Groovy. Talked to the cashier, who is a sometime comic maker, and also to a comic/music fan from america with Tourettes. The non swearing kind.

Across the road I saw a bunch of kids lining up for a show. Which turned out to be Within Temptation, a goth-metal band from Holland. I bought a ticket from a scalper, and just before I got in Hilary's band arrived and jumped into the queue where I was.

Cathedral were the support act. Not bad but not brilliant. And brilliant is what Cathedral's reputation suggests.

In any case, Within Temptation were on, and they were a whole blog in and of themselves. Borderline Kitch.

I finally got home and threw some towels in the wash so I could have a shower in the morning.

Monday Morning: Get to my new job, get given a whistlestop tour of the courthouse, I'm assigned a Lister who will train me up, I spend a couple of hours hanging in the actual courtroom trying not to fall asleep (I know, I'm fucking stupid).

The other temp that has signed up with me is an English Lit Graduate from Cambridge. He seem like a cool guy. He had floppy hair and a beard.

When I saw him this morning he had shaved off the beard. Shame. I was going to call him Hans Gruber all day, since he looked just like Alan Rickman in Die Hard. Without the beard, not so much.

He's a smart guy, we've had great conversations about Hunter S Thompson and Bret Easton Ellis.

He seems surprised to meet an Australian who isn't culturally disengaged. He obviously doens't know a lot of my friends in Brisbane, but that is a given.

Today was easier and harder. Got more sleep, so I wasn't falling asleep so bad. But I did screw up more. I'm learning. It's only my second day.

Tomorrow the Elaine the Lister told me that she will make me an Usher for the day, so that I can be doing something while still observing the court process and language.

Probably the best thing that happened yesterday was that I met a pretty solicitor, who told me about an Open Mic Night that she hosts in Tufnell Park.

She said it was every third Wednesday or something. But it was loud in that courtroom. She did write the Name of the Pub on a scrap of paper, fold it up and give it to me, though. And she winked at me after delivering her defence of some Junkie knucklehead who had been caught driving without a licence or some crap.

She has long hair and blue eyes.

Different note: I've had a trippy idea for a short story inspired by the disaster in New Orleans. Although I do admit that people would probably be offended by my It's Not My Finger approach.

I'm going to start typing it once I have two minutes when I'm not washing clothes, buying food, going to, from work, working or just two tired to stand up (yes I almost passed out while watching Within Temptation... Did I mention I'm stupid?).

Other news:

My friend Jason Blonde (as opposed to Jason Black ie Me) called me at lunchtime yesterday to mention that he had a spare ticket to Nile, because he was heading up to leads and couldn't use it.

Cool. Nile Tomorrow Night. Opeth the night after that.

Mental note: do all washing and ironing tonight so that I can get the earliest night possible Wednesday and Thursday.

Being with Hilary at the Within Temptation show was interesting in it's timing. Somehow I seem to catch up with Hilary when I am Sleep Deprived.

As I mentioned, I get emotional when I am sleep deprived.

But I managed to steer through this one.

Let's see how I do at Opeth.

Anyways, Since Tufnell Park is just up from Camden I'm going to go there on Wednesday night before bugging out to go to Nile.

Jeez I'm tired.

I'm going to throw some clothes in the wash, iron others and go the fuck to bed.

Over and out.

J