Quick blog
Dandys was fun, even if the did seem to lack a little energy on stage.
Zia seems to have put on some weight and unlike their first ever show in London, she didn't get naked.
I still had fun.
After that tube to Angel and Islington and a walk up Holloway Road to get to Dead and Buried at the Lord Nelson.
Got talking to a bloke from sydney, drank some Southern and Coke and danced like a Zombie on the Dance Floor.
Took the wrong bus south and wound up in the Bank Area.
Following directions someone gave me I walked along Cannon Street, where I looked at Digital Cameras through the window of Jessops (hmm, there's a thought) and found myself on Fleet Street, looking at groovy old buildings and discovering Hidden Pubs.
Lots of walking.
Got to Trafalgar, Leicester Square (pizza shop was shut), walked along Charing Cross Road, finally caught an N8 on Oxford and fell asleep on and off on the way home.
Yay.
Washing clothes tonight. Maybe going out, maybe not.
Just Before I had fun writing rude messages to the spammers who polluted my Feedback Column. Must set up Subject line filter.
Over and out.
J
Zia seems to have put on some weight and unlike their first ever show in London, she didn't get naked.
I still had fun.
After that tube to Angel and Islington and a walk up Holloway Road to get to Dead and Buried at the Lord Nelson.
Got talking to a bloke from sydney, drank some Southern and Coke and danced like a Zombie on the Dance Floor.
Took the wrong bus south and wound up in the Bank Area.
Following directions someone gave me I walked along Cannon Street, where I looked at Digital Cameras through the window of Jessops (hmm, there's a thought) and found myself on Fleet Street, looking at groovy old buildings and discovering Hidden Pubs.
Lots of walking.
Got to Trafalgar, Leicester Square (pizza shop was shut), walked along Charing Cross Road, finally caught an N8 on Oxford and fell asleep on and off on the way home.
Yay.
Washing clothes tonight. Maybe going out, maybe not.
Just Before I had fun writing rude messages to the spammers who polluted my Feedback Column. Must set up Subject line filter.
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 7:56 pm
3 Comments:
I found your comment on "debt credit" guy's blog hilarious. I hope he doesn't delete it.
Nice touch about the leprosy in the fingers.
I have a prayer site. I wonder what you might leave on mine.
Curiosity killed the cat.
With trepidation,
Clyo
Prayerforce.Org
Very much enjoyed reading your comments about the Tate and the posters in your August 18th entry.
I've never been to London. You write well and I'm enjoying your blog, even though you seem to be writing to keep friends up to date?
Haven't read all your posts - after all I do have a life - but I'm trying to figure out what it is you want for a career.
Do you want to be a writer, or was that mention of an idea for a novel in Brisbane just one of the many ideas that a creative person has and will never get to?
Having been late even for my birth (I was born at 1::33 p.m.) I laugh every time you miss the tube. And I appreciate your admitting it as a flaw that could be a deal-breaker in a relationship.
I'm the same way and have been trying to figure it out for years, not that logic is of much help in understanding human behavior.
I know that when I really want to do something, I am on time or early - unless I sabotage myself, of course.
I think lateness has something to do with a lack of commitment to life itself. There is some fear of going into the unknown, even if it is to meet with a someone I'm anxious to see.
Is it fear of rejection? Or a fear of being exposed and vulnerable?
My opinions have always been outside the mainstream. It's a "not quite fitting in" for me, I think, along with uncertainty about the future.
Perhaps that's the core: a real hesitancy to step into the future even if that future is only thirty minutes from now.
You would probably never scroll down to August 18th to see this comment, so I'm posting it here.
"Small loss" you may be thinking. Judging from what I've read, your sense of humor is wicked.
I have 86,000 words in a novel that I'm working to finish up. In fact, instead of rambling here, I need to log off and return to it.
The worst fear I have about this novel I am writing is that it may be completely out of touch with the real needs and concerns of my time.
In any event, I cannot help but think you ought to take some of your blog material and shape it into an actual story.
It could be quite funny with the main character always missing the tube and missing out on opportunities.
That's the trick in life, isn't it? Being in the right place at the right time to have the experiences that lead you, one after another, to your happiness, your niche, your work, your "tribe."
I cannot help but think that those of us who are perpetually late are not allowing our lives to unfold as seamlessly as they might. I wonder if, at times, we just miss the boat to some life changing epiphany all together.
Well, this is too long and I have a novel to finish and edit.
Thanks for your blog,
Clyo
Prayerforce.Org
You probably figured it out, but the time with the typo was supposed to read 11:33 p.m.
C.
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