Rainy Sunday
It's a rainy Sunday in the East End.
Despite waking up later than I meant to (I meant to wake up at half six like I have been this week, I woke up at half ten, then half one... at least Im waking up on the half), I have been pretty productive. Doing laundry, ironing clothes, making lists and making a long overdue start at tidying up my room (I gathered all the old newspapers and threw them in the bin).
I threw on the KMFDM CD which arrived in the Post just yesterday (during which time I was too tired to post for reason I will expand upon later) and did my ironing, pausing only to bounce around the room in a hyperactive manner (possibly explained by the clubbing I've been doing lately, more likely to do with the chocolate covered coffee beans that I ate after I found them while cleaning my room).
After that I took the bus up to Stratford with a view to getting an A3 folio thingo so that I can carry my A3 sketchbook to work and leave it to one side without fearing that it will fall open, exposing my inexpert life-drawings to prying eyes.
I was able to pick up a leather one (woo hoo!) for ten pounds, and I also got myself some fine-point pens and a Digital Camera Buyers guide.
Since my favourite net cafe is closed today (appears it was flooded yesterday in the rain, or something) I am at a net caff near the station. This one has slow computers, blurry screens and ergonomically unsound seat/desk combinations.
I can feel this playing havok with my back.
And some motherfucker is smoking in here! Fucker.
Anyways, I bet you are all wondering what I did on Friday night and Saturday.
Here it is: Friday night, after washing off the stink of human misery, I tried to find the kids I'd met on Wednesday Night at the Walnut tree, but no luck. It was 2040 by that time, and I think that they had moved on.
No matter. I took the tube to Camden, looking to see what the Devonshire Arms was like on a Friday Night. And it was cool. I met a Glaswegian bloke who used to be a Royal Marine. He was pretty damn intense, but he told me he used to live in Sydney, and I seemed to fall on the right side of him. He told me a lot of useful stuff, like what to do if I ever get jumped by five or more people (and I can't go with my original choice, run like fuck).
At about half ten I took the victoria line to Highbury and Islington to go to Sick and Twisted. Not a huge crowd, but the music was good and I had fun. Even if for the first two hours I was pretty much a zombie, trying to marshall my energy into staying awake. I did chat to a girl from Manchester who had a reverse Mohawk.
Somewhere along the way the DJ started playing Breakbeat Mashups of metal tunes, and that got me dancing like a lunatic.
After the end of the club I wound up hanging out all night with some kids from Manchester, Norwich and South London at a house in Catford. One of them was a DJ/producer of crazy breakcore stuff, so I gleaned some useful stuff from him. I got his e-mail address as well, so I might be able to pick his brains some more.
In the morning, I took a bus to the train station, took the train to Blackfriars, to the bus the Liverpool Street (for reasons unknown, Bank was closed) and headed home, after buying some food and looking in shops.
Not meaning to, I slept the rest of the day (I was exhausted after a hard night at the end of a hard week) but I did wake up in time to do some much needed shopping at Tescos before it closed (Tescos closes at ten on a Saturday night).
After washing some clothes, ironing some other clothes and watching a bizarre Oliver Reed Movie from 1986 where a non-intimate married couple live on a deserted Island somewhere in the Torres Strait for a year. Lots of grauitous nudity and some halucinogenic jump cuts, but otherwise not much going for it.
I turned in only four hours after I had got up and managed to get to sleep pretty soon after.
This evening I am going to do lots of barbells and stuff to wear me out nicely before I go to bed to get the best night's sleep I have had in a week.
That's the plan.
I guess that this is the part of the blog where I expound on some thoughts that have been bouncing around my head...
I can't think of any. Dang.
Over and out.
J
Despite waking up later than I meant to (I meant to wake up at half six like I have been this week, I woke up at half ten, then half one... at least Im waking up on the half), I have been pretty productive. Doing laundry, ironing clothes, making lists and making a long overdue start at tidying up my room (I gathered all the old newspapers and threw them in the bin).
I threw on the KMFDM CD which arrived in the Post just yesterday (during which time I was too tired to post for reason I will expand upon later) and did my ironing, pausing only to bounce around the room in a hyperactive manner (possibly explained by the clubbing I've been doing lately, more likely to do with the chocolate covered coffee beans that I ate after I found them while cleaning my room).
After that I took the bus up to Stratford with a view to getting an A3 folio thingo so that I can carry my A3 sketchbook to work and leave it to one side without fearing that it will fall open, exposing my inexpert life-drawings to prying eyes.
I was able to pick up a leather one (woo hoo!) for ten pounds, and I also got myself some fine-point pens and a Digital Camera Buyers guide.
Since my favourite net cafe is closed today (appears it was flooded yesterday in the rain, or something) I am at a net caff near the station. This one has slow computers, blurry screens and ergonomically unsound seat/desk combinations.
I can feel this playing havok with my back.
And some motherfucker is smoking in here! Fucker.
Anyways, I bet you are all wondering what I did on Friday night and Saturday.
Here it is: Friday night, after washing off the stink of human misery, I tried to find the kids I'd met on Wednesday Night at the Walnut tree, but no luck. It was 2040 by that time, and I think that they had moved on.
No matter. I took the tube to Camden, looking to see what the Devonshire Arms was like on a Friday Night. And it was cool. I met a Glaswegian bloke who used to be a Royal Marine. He was pretty damn intense, but he told me he used to live in Sydney, and I seemed to fall on the right side of him. He told me a lot of useful stuff, like what to do if I ever get jumped by five or more people (and I can't go with my original choice, run like fuck).
At about half ten I took the victoria line to Highbury and Islington to go to Sick and Twisted. Not a huge crowd, but the music was good and I had fun. Even if for the first two hours I was pretty much a zombie, trying to marshall my energy into staying awake. I did chat to a girl from Manchester who had a reverse Mohawk.
Somewhere along the way the DJ started playing Breakbeat Mashups of metal tunes, and that got me dancing like a lunatic.
After the end of the club I wound up hanging out all night with some kids from Manchester, Norwich and South London at a house in Catford. One of them was a DJ/producer of crazy breakcore stuff, so I gleaned some useful stuff from him. I got his e-mail address as well, so I might be able to pick his brains some more.
In the morning, I took a bus to the train station, took the train to Blackfriars, to the bus the Liverpool Street (for reasons unknown, Bank was closed) and headed home, after buying some food and looking in shops.
Not meaning to, I slept the rest of the day (I was exhausted after a hard night at the end of a hard week) but I did wake up in time to do some much needed shopping at Tescos before it closed (Tescos closes at ten on a Saturday night).
After washing some clothes, ironing some other clothes and watching a bizarre Oliver Reed Movie from 1986 where a non-intimate married couple live on a deserted Island somewhere in the Torres Strait for a year. Lots of grauitous nudity and some halucinogenic jump cuts, but otherwise not much going for it.
I turned in only four hours after I had got up and managed to get to sleep pretty soon after.
This evening I am going to do lots of barbells and stuff to wear me out nicely before I go to bed to get the best night's sleep I have had in a week.
That's the plan.
I guess that this is the part of the blog where I expound on some thoughts that have been bouncing around my head...
I can't think of any. Dang.
Over and out.
J
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