No such thing as a free lunch? Hah, you've been looking in the wrong places. Mate.
Urgh, so much work to do. The solution to this problem is to procrastinate.
Once again i am rediculously skint. My freeloading muscle has been getting some long over due exercise. As have my audio production techniques. Been working in the studio a bit just helping some mates out with a bit of recording, in exchange for a bit of beer and a few smokes of course. I've also been trying to earn a few extra pennies with some busking mad skills, although i only recieved enough to buy a pouch of drum, and i have since run out of papers.
I'm a qualified first aider now, which is also nice. I didn't get to attend All Tomorrow's Parties however, which is less nice. Less nice in turn is the fact my head still hurts from poppers. I'm trying to offset this fact by consoling myself with the knowledge that myself, Ste and Dave will be skydiving in May. It's £210, but that includes the training, the madatory membership to the British Parachute Association (or something of that ilk), the equipment hire and all the other little baubles. I must say, i am rather looking forward to throwing myself out of an aeroplane at 14,000 feet and freefalling at 120 mph.
On another note, it looks like i shall be returning to Maine this summer, to teach kayaking at the same camp, and as a returner i have been offered a decent wage this time. $2,800 for 9 weeks work isn't bad. Especially when that work involves splashing around in the water and sun all day long. Although the days start at 7am and continue until whenever the kids fall asleep, it really is a jolly good laugh, and my wages are 100% disposable income in a country where a pack of cigs costs under 3 quid.
On a final note, i've been watching Nathan Barley this week, as i missed it first time around. I must say it tickles me pinker than the little boy in the corner who doesn't like sex.
Once again i am rediculously skint. My freeloading muscle has been getting some long over due exercise. As have my audio production techniques. Been working in the studio a bit just helping some mates out with a bit of recording, in exchange for a bit of beer and a few smokes of course. I've also been trying to earn a few extra pennies with some busking mad skills, although i only recieved enough to buy a pouch of drum, and i have since run out of papers.
I'm a qualified first aider now, which is also nice. I didn't get to attend All Tomorrow's Parties however, which is less nice. Less nice in turn is the fact my head still hurts from poppers. I'm trying to offset this fact by consoling myself with the knowledge that myself, Ste and Dave will be skydiving in May. It's £210, but that includes the training, the madatory membership to the British Parachute Association (or something of that ilk), the equipment hire and all the other little baubles. I must say, i am rather looking forward to throwing myself out of an aeroplane at 14,000 feet and freefalling at 120 mph.
On another note, it looks like i shall be returning to Maine this summer, to teach kayaking at the same camp, and as a returner i have been offered a decent wage this time. $2,800 for 9 weeks work isn't bad. Especially when that work involves splashing around in the water and sun all day long. Although the days start at 7am and continue until whenever the kids fall asleep, it really is a jolly good laugh, and my wages are 100% disposable income in a country where a pack of cigs costs under 3 quid.
On a final note, i've been watching Nathan Barley this week, as i missed it first time around. I must say it tickles me pinker than the little boy in the corner who doesn't like sex.