Hey All
Here's some more news:
Satuday night I did wind up going out, after finishing and uploading the review that I was writing.
Though it did take me a stupid amount of time to reach Angel, since I initially spent half an hour waiting for the N8 to take me to Walthamstow (with a view to taking the N38 to Angel), only to discover that the N8 actually terminates somewhere in Essex, nowhere near where I wanted to be.
So I took another N8 to Bank, and because of some strange late night roadwork near Liverpool Street Station the bus took a strange detour through some semi-desolate parts of the East End (one of those parts of London where boarded up, burnt out fascades stand right next to swanky shops and nightclubs, and the ominous tower blocks cast shadows over all).
Next was the wait for the N43 to take me to Angel, which I spent reading King of Swords by Michael Moorcock and shooting the breeze with some clubbers who were nearby.
Eventually I made it to Angel. Neato.
Sunday I decided that I wanted to see the new Spiderman movie, so I killed time until about 11 walking from Marble Arch to Leicester Square (by my calculations, roughly two and a half hours... I'm still not sure what could have taken me that long, detours through fitzrovia notwithstanding).
And I saw Spiderman 3 on a nice big screen. Which I actually enjoyed, though I will understand why some people hate the movie.
After the movie I tried to chill out in Soho Square, but the stinging haze off pollen from Sweet Chestnut-Trees (or something) got in my eyes.
Eventually I made it home, just in time to miss Tesco closing. Rats.
Room cleaning continues apace, as does writing etc.
No other news to report for the time being.
Will keep you all posted.
Over and out.
-J
Satuday night I did wind up going out, after finishing and uploading the review that I was writing.
Though it did take me a stupid amount of time to reach Angel, since I initially spent half an hour waiting for the N8 to take me to Walthamstow (with a view to taking the N38 to Angel), only to discover that the N8 actually terminates somewhere in Essex, nowhere near where I wanted to be.
So I took another N8 to Bank, and because of some strange late night roadwork near Liverpool Street Station the bus took a strange detour through some semi-desolate parts of the East End (one of those parts of London where boarded up, burnt out fascades stand right next to swanky shops and nightclubs, and the ominous tower blocks cast shadows over all).
Next was the wait for the N43 to take me to Angel, which I spent reading King of Swords by Michael Moorcock and shooting the breeze with some clubbers who were nearby.
Eventually I made it to Angel. Neato.
Sunday I decided that I wanted to see the new Spiderman movie, so I killed time until about 11 walking from Marble Arch to Leicester Square (by my calculations, roughly two and a half hours... I'm still not sure what could have taken me that long, detours through fitzrovia notwithstanding).
And I saw Spiderman 3 on a nice big screen. Which I actually enjoyed, though I will understand why some people hate the movie.
After the movie I tried to chill out in Soho Square, but the stinging haze off pollen from Sweet Chestnut-Trees (or something) got in my eyes.
Eventually I made it home, just in time to miss Tesco closing. Rats.
Room cleaning continues apace, as does writing etc.
No other news to report for the time being.
Will keep you all posted.
Over and out.
-J
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