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I was almost on the telly today.
But in the end it didn't happen.
Someone asked me to go out and do an interview for them, but their asking me made the person who was meant to do it in the first place get off his arse and go.
Oh well.
It's late, and I should be sleeping, but I got the urge to write instead. I read in the paper today that the book people most often lie about reading is 1984. Which made me sad. Because, objectively, it's hard to get better than Orwell, and to not experience him for yourself is a bit sad.
On my way home today, a gorgeous Somalian gentleman tried to chat me up. Unfortunately, he has the job of siphoning shit from the toilets on the trains, but he still managed to be charming, friendly and all-round lovely. It's humbling, how people can do crap jobs with dignity- definitely a reminder that I might be unemployed, but I'm still comparatively well off.
But in the end it didn't happen.
Someone asked me to go out and do an interview for them, but their asking me made the person who was meant to do it in the first place get off his arse and go.
Oh well.
It's late, and I should be sleeping, but I got the urge to write instead. I read in the paper today that the book people most often lie about reading is 1984. Which made me sad. Because, objectively, it's hard to get better than Orwell, and to not experience him for yourself is a bit sad.
On my way home today, a gorgeous Somalian gentleman tried to chat me up. Unfortunately, he has the job of siphoning shit from the toilets on the trains, but he still managed to be charming, friendly and all-round lovely. It's humbling, how people can do crap jobs with dignity- definitely a reminder that I might be unemployed, but I'm still comparatively well off.