Back From Bognor
Hey All,
On Friday took the train down to my Grandmother's house in Bognor Regis with my Father, who had just arrived from Australia. We met up at Victoria Station, and despite some classic self sabotage by your truly (not packing until the last minute, stopping to check my email on the way to the tube) we both arrived at Victoria within a minute of each other.
This is after my Dad arrived at London Heathrow ahead of schedule.
Train to Barnham, Taxi to Bognor, dinner and reacquainting at my Grandmother's house.
Strangely, despite wanting to catch the first episode of My Name is Earl on Channel 4 I fell asleep at about Ten PM. Either it was all the early starts this week or my Dad's jet lag was contagious.
While on the tube down I got an SMS from Hilary telling me that Adastreia had scored equal fourth in the Best Unsigned Band in the End of Year Readers Polls for Terrorizer. Not bad.
Got up early Saturday, read some of the Books that my Mother sent over with my Dad. One about Buffy the Vampire Slayer and another about the principles extrapolated from the Velvetine Rabbit.
Had breakfast, went to the Iceland to buy food for Pearl (my grandmother). Bought a Terrorizer at the local WH Smith.
Came home, read magazines (one of my sisters sent over a copy of Blunt Magazine, a music magazine from Australia). Reading the Blunt magazine was funny, since a) Elea got her face in it at least twice and b) I could go through it the way Tovah used to go through fashion mags : I know them, I know them, I know them etc.
Visited Grampa Bill and Isabel. Walked both ways.
Fell asleep early again.
Today: Woke up at about half nine. Had a rough shower. The electrical water heating and me didn't quite communicate, and as a result the water would go oscillate from Luke Warm to Scalding in 90 second cycles. It made it hard to get a lather going.
Grampa Bill and Isabel came over but left just before twelve.
My Auntie Mary from Brighton and her family came for lunch just after twelve.
Lunch was at the Cabin Club across the road, who did an incredibly good Lamb Shank and Gravy.
After that I rode with Mary and family to Hove to catch the next train to London (hoping to stay ahead of the next tube strike). At Hove I was told to go to Brighton Station, so I did. I wound up catching the 1646 train to Victoria.
Train ride was uneventful. Read Terrorizer, watched kicked across the isle mess around with Garageband on his Mac. Watched girl tapping on her Vaio.
Unfortunately I had left my iPod Earbuds at Bognor Regis, so no music for me. I've been meaning to get some Sony Headphones in any case. I'll pick up my earbuds when I go down next weekend.
At Victoria I bought a few magazines and a 2006 Diary. I asked the cashier if she knew whether the Tube Strike was going ahead, and when it was starting.
Six Thirty.
Check watch: Six Nineteen.
Dang.
Luckily I caught one of the last tubes out to Leytonstone. Bought the Sunday Times at a convenience store. The Sunday Times I bought last, including the culture liftout, weeks proved to be good reading for a whole week.
Back at the flat: letter from Stratford Library. The Graphic Novel I've wanted them to hold for me for two months just came in. And I've got three items ovedue.
Okay.
That't that.
Just a random funny item I found surfing:
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1519771/20060105/timberlake_justin.jhtml?headlines=true
Justin Timberlake's new album will be produced by Rick Rubin.
The same Rick Rubin that produced Licence to Ill, Blood Sugar Sex Magick and Reign in Blood.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
It's a week into the new year, and I haven't started my resolutions yet.
So to begin with, I resolve to start writing my resolutions earlier.
The Metropolitan Police want to talk to Kate Moss about her drug use.
From what Tovah told me, if every drug fiend, chickenhawk or bulimic was removed from the fashion industry there would be no-one left.
Part of me believes thats a good thing.
Speaking of which, Lindsay Lohan has admitted being bulimic and using drugs.
Vanity Fair took the sarcastic approach and Held the Front Page
I liked Lindsay when she was that much curvier and that much more ginger.
I'm going home to watch some show called Invasion.
Over and out.
J
On Friday took the train down to my Grandmother's house in Bognor Regis with my Father, who had just arrived from Australia. We met up at Victoria Station, and despite some classic self sabotage by your truly (not packing until the last minute, stopping to check my email on the way to the tube) we both arrived at Victoria within a minute of each other.
This is after my Dad arrived at London Heathrow ahead of schedule.
Train to Barnham, Taxi to Bognor, dinner and reacquainting at my Grandmother's house.
Strangely, despite wanting to catch the first episode of My Name is Earl on Channel 4 I fell asleep at about Ten PM. Either it was all the early starts this week or my Dad's jet lag was contagious.
While on the tube down I got an SMS from Hilary telling me that Adastreia had scored equal fourth in the Best Unsigned Band in the End of Year Readers Polls for Terrorizer. Not bad.
Got up early Saturday, read some of the Books that my Mother sent over with my Dad. One about Buffy the Vampire Slayer and another about the principles extrapolated from the Velvetine Rabbit.
Had breakfast, went to the Iceland to buy food for Pearl (my grandmother). Bought a Terrorizer at the local WH Smith.
Came home, read magazines (one of my sisters sent over a copy of Blunt Magazine, a music magazine from Australia). Reading the Blunt magazine was funny, since a) Elea got her face in it at least twice and b) I could go through it the way Tovah used to go through fashion mags : I know them, I know them, I know them etc.
Visited Grampa Bill and Isabel. Walked both ways.
Fell asleep early again.
Today: Woke up at about half nine. Had a rough shower. The electrical water heating and me didn't quite communicate, and as a result the water would go oscillate from Luke Warm to Scalding in 90 second cycles. It made it hard to get a lather going.
Grampa Bill and Isabel came over but left just before twelve.
My Auntie Mary from Brighton and her family came for lunch just after twelve.
Lunch was at the Cabin Club across the road, who did an incredibly good Lamb Shank and Gravy.
After that I rode with Mary and family to Hove to catch the next train to London (hoping to stay ahead of the next tube strike). At Hove I was told to go to Brighton Station, so I did. I wound up catching the 1646 train to Victoria.
Train ride was uneventful. Read Terrorizer, watched kicked across the isle mess around with Garageband on his Mac. Watched girl tapping on her Vaio.
Unfortunately I had left my iPod Earbuds at Bognor Regis, so no music for me. I've been meaning to get some Sony Headphones in any case. I'll pick up my earbuds when I go down next weekend.
At Victoria I bought a few magazines and a 2006 Diary. I asked the cashier if she knew whether the Tube Strike was going ahead, and when it was starting.
Six Thirty.
Check watch: Six Nineteen.
Dang.
Luckily I caught one of the last tubes out to Leytonstone. Bought the Sunday Times at a convenience store. The Sunday Times I bought last, including the culture liftout, weeks proved to be good reading for a whole week.
Back at the flat: letter from Stratford Library. The Graphic Novel I've wanted them to hold for me for two months just came in. And I've got three items ovedue.
Okay.
That't that.
Just a random funny item I found surfing:
http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1519771/20060105/timberlake_justin.jhtml?headlines=true
Justin Timberlake's new album will be produced by Rick Rubin.
The same Rick Rubin that produced Licence to Ill, Blood Sugar Sex Magick and Reign in Blood.
Stop the world, I want to get off.
It's a week into the new year, and I haven't started my resolutions yet.
So to begin with, I resolve to start writing my resolutions earlier.
The Metropolitan Police want to talk to Kate Moss about her drug use.
From what Tovah told me, if every drug fiend, chickenhawk or bulimic was removed from the fashion industry there would be no-one left.
Part of me believes thats a good thing.
Speaking of which, Lindsay Lohan has admitted being bulimic and using drugs.
Vanity Fair took the sarcastic approach and Held the Front Page
I liked Lindsay when she was that much curvier and that much more ginger.
I'm going home to watch some show called Invasion.
Over and out.
J
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