Wifi Whore
As I make my way around London in snow, sleet and rain, I'm whoring any free wifi connection I can make. Today for example, I have spent time in my University Library completing agency registration software tests and right now I am in the Southbank Members Bar putting my yearly membership to good use - I certainly can't afford to attend any shows here at the moment.
The first full - I say full but the snow blew half of it out - week of job searching has been tiring and not a little soul destroying. The agencies are full of praise and tell me all the things I want to hear but then go on to confess that they currently have no jobs on their books. I have had a few calls about roles I am being put forward for this evening so my bruised ego may heal a little.
Some days I definitely wonder why I chose such a challenging way of living as the boat and all it entails actually makes the job search that little bit harder than it has to be but I have to remind myself that triumphing over adversity is my strong point and I am really rather strong from all that hasn't previously killed me :)
My alpaca blanket is knitting up a storm as I've had nothing but time to dedicate to that and I'm quietly making my way through some decent books. Have picked up A Suitable Boy again and it's just lovely. It reminds me very much of Rohinton Mistry and that is high praise from me indeed. I would like to have a chance to get out my dusty copy of The Satanic Verses and set to reading that as the 20th anniversary of the Fatwa is coming up and I'd like to stick my literary fingers up at the idiocy that was that whole palaver but I doubt I'll get around to it for a while yet.
Lastly, rest in peace Hans Beck, the creator of Playmobil died last week. We were drunkenly discussing this wonderful toy at some point over Alex's wedding weekend and it seems I was the only lucky punter to have owned any. I bet it's still in a box somewhere at home... must check that out.
Oh, and... the BBC keep referring to the devastating Bush Fire's ravishing my beloved Australia as 'wild fires' and it makes me want to hurl the radio into the canal each and every time. I feel better with that off my chest.
The first full - I say full but the snow blew half of it out - week of job searching has been tiring and not a little soul destroying. The agencies are full of praise and tell me all the things I want to hear but then go on to confess that they currently have no jobs on their books. I have had a few calls about roles I am being put forward for this evening so my bruised ego may heal a little.
Some days I definitely wonder why I chose such a challenging way of living as the boat and all it entails actually makes the job search that little bit harder than it has to be but I have to remind myself that triumphing over adversity is my strong point and I am really rather strong from all that hasn't previously killed me :)
My alpaca blanket is knitting up a storm as I've had nothing but time to dedicate to that and I'm quietly making my way through some decent books. Have picked up A Suitable Boy again and it's just lovely. It reminds me very much of Rohinton Mistry and that is high praise from me indeed. I would like to have a chance to get out my dusty copy of The Satanic Verses and set to reading that as the 20th anniversary of the Fatwa is coming up and I'd like to stick my literary fingers up at the idiocy that was that whole palaver but I doubt I'll get around to it for a while yet.
Lastly, rest in peace Hans Beck, the creator of Playmobil died last week. We were drunkenly discussing this wonderful toy at some point over Alex's wedding weekend and it seems I was the only lucky punter to have owned any. I bet it's still in a box somewhere at home... must check that out.
Oh, and... the BBC keep referring to the devastating Bush Fire's ravishing my beloved Australia as 'wild fires' and it makes me want to hurl the radio into the canal each and every time. I feel better with that off my chest.