Creep
So, it was a mere 48hrs after being dumped back on British soil and, in the words of Thom Yorke, "I am a creep. I am a weirdo. I don't belong here." I think in considering my return back to England, I forgot a crucial point; that it would be filled with English people. As they stared at me gloweringly with my fading purple hair, colourful clothes and oversized headphones, I gawped back at their bleached blonde hair, orange tans and oversized earrings in recoiling horror. I am actually seriously scared of the charvs who seem to have the rule of many a dodgy street corner. On a positive note though, I feel almost skinny in comparison to many of these foul creatures :-) Haha!
That was last week though. By now, I've had near enough a full week to readjust and plant my feet firmly on the ground, and though I haven't even unpacked properly yet, it has taken less than a week to fully confirm what I already knew; domesticity is not for me! In the land of microwave dinners, i.e. my ex mining town on the north-east coast where nothing ever changes, it seems that all anyone ever does is watch TV, talk about what's on TV, and bitch about the price of cheese/bread/milk. I've had a few moments of sitting bored and staring blankly into space as the world around me carries on turning, blissfully unaware of what the future holds, until someone snaps me out of it by passing me a cup of tea.
It's not been all bad though. Bar a few speed bumps jostled over in the immediate landing process, it's actually been quite pleasant. I'm being incredibly lazy and don't think I was aware of how much I was in need of a break. I've been pottering around the house, reading, having the odd catnap and have been taking my time in visiting various friends and family. I got to see my friend Lindsay - whom I have known since the age of three - fully pregnant the day before she gave birth to a baby girl on Saturday, who I will be going to see later this week; driving (or should I say being driven!) around in the sunshine with the windows rolled down, the breeze flapping through my hair, with all the latest tunes pumping and singing along to old favourites is a simple pleasure I hadn't realised I missed so much; spending time with my parents has been quietly refreshing, as has sitting in the garden day by day reading; I'm getting around to catching up with one or two friends, and one friend in particular who has been taking me out quite insistently, the sunny beer garden on Saturday afternoon after a walk along Newcastle's rather stunning quayside being my favourite excursion so far :-) And you can, of course, imagine my joy at discovering (having bugged a few knowledgable suspects) a shop selling three ENTIRE ranges of weird and wonderful hair colours. Red, yellow, pink, green, blue... choices choices! Screw getting a real job; friends, excuse the frizz caused by lack of my preferred hairdryer, and please take delight in my now violet and tropical green 'do. I am officially a fully pledged peacock. More updates in due course!
That was last week though. By now, I've had near enough a full week to readjust and plant my feet firmly on the ground, and though I haven't even unpacked properly yet, it has taken less than a week to fully confirm what I already knew; domesticity is not for me! In the land of microwave dinners, i.e. my ex mining town on the north-east coast where nothing ever changes, it seems that all anyone ever does is watch TV, talk about what's on TV, and bitch about the price of cheese/bread/milk. I've had a few moments of sitting bored and staring blankly into space as the world around me carries on turning, blissfully unaware of what the future holds, until someone snaps me out of it by passing me a cup of tea.
It's not been all bad though. Bar a few speed bumps jostled over in the immediate landing process, it's actually been quite pleasant. I'm being incredibly lazy and don't think I was aware of how much I was in need of a break. I've been pottering around the house, reading, having the odd catnap and have been taking my time in visiting various friends and family. I got to see my friend Lindsay - whom I have known since the age of three - fully pregnant the day before she gave birth to a baby girl on Saturday, who I will be going to see later this week; driving (or should I say being driven!) around in the sunshine with the windows rolled down, the breeze flapping through my hair, with all the latest tunes pumping and singing along to old favourites is a simple pleasure I hadn't realised I missed so much; spending time with my parents has been quietly refreshing, as has sitting in the garden day by day reading; I'm getting around to catching up with one or two friends, and one friend in particular who has been taking me out quite insistently, the sunny beer garden on Saturday afternoon after a walk along Newcastle's rather stunning quayside being my favourite excursion so far :-) And you can, of course, imagine my joy at discovering (having bugged a few knowledgable suspects) a shop selling three ENTIRE ranges of weird and wonderful hair colours. Red, yellow, pink, green, blue... choices choices! Screw getting a real job; friends, excuse the frizz caused by lack of my preferred hairdryer, and please take delight in my now violet and tropical green 'do. I am officially a fully pledged peacock. More updates in due course!