Bless those foxhunt protester people. You have to laugh at the toffs, I mean they always go one step too far don't they? It's almost as though they read a Direct Action Handbook, and did EVERYTHING it said. All that from a group of silver-spoon-in-the-mouth goofs. It's about time they found out what fighting for something is like.

I haven't written for an awful long time, as things have been stop-start my end of the city. Visits from antipodeans and arguments with South Africans being at the fore. Will keep up-to-date with detailed interludes about the city soon.

House Meeting 0407a.doc (stolen) by Landlord Chris Howell -An Excerpt continued...

Kitchen:

• Cooking: Use a low heat for the frying pans! If spitting everywhere then it is too high. (No shit).
• Hygiene: Wash hands before cooking/eating. Dry hands on hand towel not on tea cloths. (For the record, all house members are above the age of three).
• Washing up: Need to make cutlery and utensils available for others. (Damn he might find my secret teaspoon collection).

Bathroom:

• White spots: white spots still occur occasionally. (I have no idea. Perhaps he should seek help for visual disturbances?)
• Hot water: limited supply. If several people showering upstairs note it uses up water. (There's a novel deduction. Shall I inform the New Scientist?)

Please believe me. I honestly could not make this up.

Signature Town of the Commonwealth
Ah Elephant and Castle, the salubrious London outpost I pass through each day.
I gain a fair bit of amusement from the sign at the train station which says:
"Elephant and Castle for the Shopping Centre"
Now anyone who has seen the shopping centre will know that is not a selling point of this fair town. It aint no Bluewater.
Which got me thinking up suggestions of other things that the company-formerly-known-as-Railtrack might want to use. Such as:
"Elephant and Castle for the dodge-the-needle-subway-system" or
"Elephant and Castle for the begging refugee children" perhaps.

Mwah ha haaaa
NOTICE OF HATCHING OF EVIL PLAN
So M says: "Have you shopped your landlord to the tax man coz he probably isn't paying tax?"
A Few Weeks Later......
Helen (Dumb Housemate) says: "Did Chris ever ask you to pay your rent in cash? Because he asked me and it took me ages to reassure him that it would be easier for me just to set up a standing order."
......And it slowly dawns on me that the boyf always pays rent in cash. Hmmmmm......
So I suggest shoppage to tax mannage to the boyf. "No I'd never do that to him," He says.
In the interest of justice, anyone up for it?

House Meeting 0407a.doc (stolen) by Landlord Chris Howell -An Excerpt
A place where we can all continue to:

• eat, live, relax and sleep
• feel good about ourselves, have self-respect and increase our self esteem
• find safety and security, be warm, dry, comfortable and clean, have friendship, fun and peace

I kid you not folks. More to come in the next installment.

Oh... and he's not a "Christian" either.

This would be how I've been feeling x

Provincial
So there are all these pseudo-posh chaps/chapesses who keep dropping by at the house, and I have this terrible urge to behave as obnoxiously as I can.
I whistle. I want to put a cigarette behind my ear. I talk as ridiculously colloquially as I can.
What's the matter with me? Why can't I accept pseudo-posh people? Why can't I let people get away with being phoneys?
 

See From Here
From my window I see the city and all it's lovelyness. Sometimes I walk up Blackfriars Bridge on the way home and lament about how I'm still drawn to this old town despite being let down more often than finding the streets paved with gold.
Anyway, much bitching about OCD, *larfs*
So he gets a new car, he climbs out of car one shiny sunny day. Car is beeping at him. Shuts door and walks away.
Several hours later....
"Uh my battery is dead. I think I left my lights on. It did beep at me earlier. Uh."
Dope.

Captivated by boredom
So I spent a while looking for jobs, and then I found one, which is sweetness and light. Ok I lie, but it keeps the wolves from the door as they say.
Looking for work was so incredibly time consuming, though my memories of that time are of me just sitting around for hours.
Some really funny stuff happened, and then I forgot them. But I shall tell you all about them when I remember.