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Terrorizer has just introduced me to a French band called Monarch.
Monarch sound like the inside of my head.
Yesterday afternoon I spent the twilight hanging out with some friends at a barbeque in Shepherds Bush; a different set of friends to the ones I've hung with in Shepherds Bush, but it was still an excuse to head over there and have a bootle about.
The actual area of Shepherds Bush is interesting to me. It's slightly cleaner than Leytonstone (there's a £75 fine for anyone caught littering), and there's that bloody big park in the middle. Lots of interesting looking folk wandering about, as well as the usual complement of dodgy characters you'd rather not meet.
Fifteen minutes by tube into Tottenham Court Road. Lots of Victorian and Edwardian buildings about. Interesting.
Back to the barbeque - it was at an antipodean house, and something that came up in conversation was the 'Heathrow Injection', that being the ten pounds that people put on when they arrive in London.
Interesting. I can see how it works (English food is pretty damn stodgy; pasta, chips and other carb-bombs are cheap), but I seem to be the only person who has lost weight since being here.
I guess I can partially put that down to trying to steer towards fresh fruit and vegetables; not to mention that I am trying to economise right now, so I am not getting the usual slice of pizza/sub/whatever that I tend to get whenever I am out.
Hmm.
I'm still reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Interesting lessons in there, but dammit is it dense. When I open a book on the Tube, between Leytonstone and Tottenham Court Road I can usually clear ten pages easily.
With Zen I'm lucky if I can manage four.
I wonder what a mile-to page breakdown would be like? Would I be able to finish a novel between here and Glasgow?
Questions questions.
I'm going to ponder this and more on my own.
Over and out.
-J
Monarch sound like the inside of my head.
Yesterday afternoon I spent the twilight hanging out with some friends at a barbeque in Shepherds Bush; a different set of friends to the ones I've hung with in Shepherds Bush, but it was still an excuse to head over there and have a bootle about.
The actual area of Shepherds Bush is interesting to me. It's slightly cleaner than Leytonstone (there's a £75 fine for anyone caught littering), and there's that bloody big park in the middle. Lots of interesting looking folk wandering about, as well as the usual complement of dodgy characters you'd rather not meet.
Fifteen minutes by tube into Tottenham Court Road. Lots of Victorian and Edwardian buildings about. Interesting.
Back to the barbeque - it was at an antipodean house, and something that came up in conversation was the 'Heathrow Injection', that being the ten pounds that people put on when they arrive in London.
Interesting. I can see how it works (English food is pretty damn stodgy; pasta, chips and other carb-bombs are cheap), but I seem to be the only person who has lost weight since being here.
I guess I can partially put that down to trying to steer towards fresh fruit and vegetables; not to mention that I am trying to economise right now, so I am not getting the usual slice of pizza/sub/whatever that I tend to get whenever I am out.
Hmm.
I'm still reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Interesting lessons in there, but dammit is it dense. When I open a book on the Tube, between Leytonstone and Tottenham Court Road I can usually clear ten pages easily.
With Zen I'm lucky if I can manage four.
I wonder what a mile-to page breakdown would be like? Would I be able to finish a novel between here and Glasgow?
Questions questions.
I'm going to ponder this and more on my own.
Over and out.
-J
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