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Hey All,
The last three days have been pretty busy.
Friday:
- Tie off loose ends (rent, send cd somewhere, pack bag and toothbrush) and get ready to head to Bognor Regis
- Head to Oxford Circus and H&M, buy cheap drainpipes from clearance table (discounted because the wash is so five minutes ago)
- Tube to Victoria and snafus resulting from me trying to save £3 on a train ticket, compounded by unhelpful staff and rigid systems (as well as having accidenlty maxxed my card buying jeans and only having £20 cash)
- Buy one day travelcard just to get through the gate. Transcribe what I remember of a conversation with an unhelpful Turkish cashier. Trains starts moving. Rage ebbs out of me listening to Judas Priest on my iPod and looking out the window at cows.
-Arrive in Bognor. Hello to everyone, have dinner, start to nod off, watch IT Crowd and My Name is Earl, fall asleep.
Saturday:
- Wake up early. Buy papers.
- Spend morning and early afternoon reading papers. English customer service may suck, but the newspapers are great.
- Dad and I take the bus over to see Grandpa Bill.
- Late afternoon: Dad and I walk from Grandpa Bill's to the Bognor Regis Train Station. Find .22 shell casing on the train platform. Told by station staffer that it's from the Pest Control man shooting pidgeons.
- Read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on the train.
- Get off at Clapham Junction to avoid possible snafus at Victoria. Take bus to Gloucester Road Station, take trube to Holborn and then to Leytonstone. Buy a 7 Day travelcard with some of the cash Dad palmed me.
- Shower and check messages.
- Use TFL to find the best route to event in Stoke Newington.
- Bus to station, tube to Bethnal Green, bus to Stoke Newington. Hooray for Travelcard. Talk to cute German girls on bus.
- Event is great, dance up a sweat.
Post event:
- Invited back to an after-party. Fall asleep on the couch (have been up since 0830, remember)
- wake up and gab with after-party folk.
- to promote the event, the organisers had made a short film, using dummy bullets as props. Somebody has one of the dummy bullets at the after party. Discussion breaks out as to the calibre. Somebody thinks it's a .22. I say that it looks more like a 9mm round, and pull the .22 casing from the train platform out of my pocket to compare. Much amusement, leading me to explain why I had a casing in my pocket.
- bail just after 1100 AM
- bus to Hackney Central, walk down high road, bus to Liverpool St.
- Look at Markets. Tube to Leytonstone. Like I said, hooray for Travelcard.
- Walk out of leytonstone Station to find the streets blocked off and market stalls, information stands and street musicians wandering around. get pamphlets, buy peaches.
- Home. Check messages. Pass out.
- Now: about to pass out again.
But I have a busy week ahead. I've got reviews to write, maybe shows to see and before Friday I need to prep all I can for the Selection thing at the Library.
Over and out.
-J
The last three days have been pretty busy.
Friday:
- Tie off loose ends (rent, send cd somewhere, pack bag and toothbrush) and get ready to head to Bognor Regis
- Head to Oxford Circus and H&M, buy cheap drainpipes from clearance table (discounted because the wash is so five minutes ago)
- Tube to Victoria and snafus resulting from me trying to save £3 on a train ticket, compounded by unhelpful staff and rigid systems (as well as having accidenlty maxxed my card buying jeans and only having £20 cash)
- Buy one day travelcard just to get through the gate. Transcribe what I remember of a conversation with an unhelpful Turkish cashier. Trains starts moving. Rage ebbs out of me listening to Judas Priest on my iPod and looking out the window at cows.
-Arrive in Bognor. Hello to everyone, have dinner, start to nod off, watch IT Crowd and My Name is Earl, fall asleep.
Saturday:
- Wake up early. Buy papers.
- Spend morning and early afternoon reading papers. English customer service may suck, but the newspapers are great.
- Dad and I take the bus over to see Grandpa Bill.
- Late afternoon: Dad and I walk from Grandpa Bill's to the Bognor Regis Train Station. Find .22 shell casing on the train platform. Told by station staffer that it's from the Pest Control man shooting pidgeons.
- Read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on the train.
- Get off at Clapham Junction to avoid possible snafus at Victoria. Take bus to Gloucester Road Station, take trube to Holborn and then to Leytonstone. Buy a 7 Day travelcard with some of the cash Dad palmed me.
- Shower and check messages.
- Use TFL to find the best route to event in Stoke Newington.
- Bus to station, tube to Bethnal Green, bus to Stoke Newington. Hooray for Travelcard. Talk to cute German girls on bus.
- Event is great, dance up a sweat.
Post event:
- Invited back to an after-party. Fall asleep on the couch (have been up since 0830, remember)
- wake up and gab with after-party folk.
- to promote the event, the organisers had made a short film, using dummy bullets as props. Somebody has one of the dummy bullets at the after party. Discussion breaks out as to the calibre. Somebody thinks it's a .22. I say that it looks more like a 9mm round, and pull the .22 casing from the train platform out of my pocket to compare. Much amusement, leading me to explain why I had a casing in my pocket.
- bail just after 1100 AM
- bus to Hackney Central, walk down high road, bus to Liverpool St.
- Look at Markets. Tube to Leytonstone. Like I said, hooray for Travelcard.
- Walk out of leytonstone Station to find the streets blocked off and market stalls, information stands and street musicians wandering around. get pamphlets, buy peaches.
- Home. Check messages. Pass out.
- Now: about to pass out again.
But I have a busy week ahead. I've got reviews to write, maybe shows to see and before Friday I need to prep all I can for the Selection thing at the Library.
Over and out.
-J
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