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Hey Everyone,
Just got back last night from another overnight trip to Bognor Regis to visit Grandmother and see off Dad at Heathrow later.
Writing an application letter, sprucing and printing CV and running around to drop off CV at the bookshop on Charing Cross Road meant that I didn't get to Victoria Station until about three, way later than I meant to (as for the bookshop, I am trying to keep this blog a lot less Google-able, but translate the last word of Medecin Sans Frontieres and you'll have it).
Anyways, I hope that I do get a chance at that job, since it would be *sweet*, but my friend who told me about it also told me about another place down the street that would be hiring. Going to drop a CV in there Today.
Also while I was in Bognor Regis: I got a call from Nenad telling me about a clothing retail job in a discount chain opening up on Oxford Street (experience+money=why not), plus I got an SMS from Thee Ed asking if I wanted to cover The Audition at the Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes. I'm not big on The Audition, but I've been meaning to have a look at the Bowling Lanes for a while, and free show+copy published = win. It did mean that I had to pell mell it on the tube after seeing off Dad at Heathrow at half seven last night, but that was okay.
The show itself was an interesting affair. Rising stars of British Punk were in attendance, editorial staff from heavy-hitting magazines and a whole lot of very exciteable kids.
The bands: I Am Ghost were suprisingly good. Tellison were indie rock but I really liked them all the same. The Audition were... The Audition. They look good, they play well, but their songs aren't that inspired. The crowd went wild regardless. Too wild. Fights actually broke out in the last two songs, and the band either couldn't see what was going on (plausible because of all the teenage girls who had climber onstage), or they just didn't care. Either way the band played on, finished their set and eventually the violent members of the audience were ejected.
Afterwards I got talking to some UCL MA programme students from America (one of the UCL campuses was pretty close by). I got talking to them about New York Hardcore, Steinbeck etc. Later on I got talking to a pretty blonde from Germany, who was very nice but complained that I talk too fast (strangely enough something I have only ever heard since I came to England). I have no idea if I'll ever see her again, but she was cute.
Missing the last tube meant walking to Tottenham Court Road and catching the nightbus, London hitting me with its best Lousy Smarch Weather. I did get to see the shop that Z at the bookshop told me were hiring soon. And a vacant shop that had been taken over by a bunch of Art Squatters, complete with the notice of Court Hearing taped to the front.
The Night Bus took me home.
Overnight the tickle in my throat has turned nasty, but it won't kill me. Not just yet.
I think I am going to try to get out of London more regularly this year, since every time I go away I come back a refreshed, or recharged of defragged or something (apart from when I came back from Paris and promptly developed extreme hypochondria).
Today I have errands to run and jobs to apply for (I keep trying to call the number that Nenad gave me, but every time I try to call I get a busy signal. Goddammit!
Soddit. I'll have a shower and get onto the errands I have to run.
Tonight I think I'll commandeer a table at the Devonshire Arms and do some writing.
OVer and Out,
-J
Just got back last night from another overnight trip to Bognor Regis to visit Grandmother and see off Dad at Heathrow later.
Writing an application letter, sprucing and printing CV and running around to drop off CV at the bookshop on Charing Cross Road meant that I didn't get to Victoria Station until about three, way later than I meant to (as for the bookshop, I am trying to keep this blog a lot less Google-able, but translate the last word of Medecin Sans Frontieres and you'll have it).
Anyways, I hope that I do get a chance at that job, since it would be *sweet*, but my friend who told me about it also told me about another place down the street that would be hiring. Going to drop a CV in there Today.
Also while I was in Bognor Regis: I got a call from Nenad telling me about a clothing retail job in a discount chain opening up on Oxford Street (experience+money=why not), plus I got an SMS from Thee Ed asking if I wanted to cover The Audition at the Bloomsbury Bowling Lanes. I'm not big on The Audition, but I've been meaning to have a look at the Bowling Lanes for a while, and free show+copy published = win. It did mean that I had to pell mell it on the tube after seeing off Dad at Heathrow at half seven last night, but that was okay.
The show itself was an interesting affair. Rising stars of British Punk were in attendance, editorial staff from heavy-hitting magazines and a whole lot of very exciteable kids.
The bands: I Am Ghost were suprisingly good. Tellison were indie rock but I really liked them all the same. The Audition were... The Audition. They look good, they play well, but their songs aren't that inspired. The crowd went wild regardless. Too wild. Fights actually broke out in the last two songs, and the band either couldn't see what was going on (plausible because of all the teenage girls who had climber onstage), or they just didn't care. Either way the band played on, finished their set and eventually the violent members of the audience were ejected.
Afterwards I got talking to some UCL MA programme students from America (one of the UCL campuses was pretty close by). I got talking to them about New York Hardcore, Steinbeck etc. Later on I got talking to a pretty blonde from Germany, who was very nice but complained that I talk too fast (strangely enough something I have only ever heard since I came to England). I have no idea if I'll ever see her again, but she was cute.
Missing the last tube meant walking to Tottenham Court Road and catching the nightbus, London hitting me with its best Lousy Smarch Weather. I did get to see the shop that Z at the bookshop told me were hiring soon. And a vacant shop that had been taken over by a bunch of Art Squatters, complete with the notice of Court Hearing taped to the front.
The Night Bus took me home.
Overnight the tickle in my throat has turned nasty, but it won't kill me. Not just yet.
I think I am going to try to get out of London more regularly this year, since every time I go away I come back a refreshed, or recharged of defragged or something (apart from when I came back from Paris and promptly developed extreme hypochondria).
Today I have errands to run and jobs to apply for (I keep trying to call the number that Nenad gave me, but every time I try to call I get a busy signal. Goddammit!
Soddit. I'll have a shower and get onto the errands I have to run.
Tonight I think I'll commandeer a table at the Devonshire Arms and do some writing.
OVer and Out,
-J
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