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Well, it's been fun, but we're about to leave 233 Victoria Road with its multifarious holes that shouldn't be there, weird smells and ominous puddles. Unperturbed by minor difficulties with transport and the acquisition of food, I had an excellent few days in France with Martin reading, writing, walking, drinking the local wines and sitting on the ( Read more... ) -
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The party was great fun. We had bellinis and kir and mojitos and cocktail umbrellas and cake and fruit and houmous and forfeit trousers. Everyone looked great and conversation sparkled like the indian fabric with which I covered the clutter. Even the party debris seemed more glamorous than usual ( Read more... ) -
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It seems I have been neglecting the interwebble again. I've barely noticed the giving up IRC for lent thing. Sorry interwebble ( Read more... ) -
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My stuff from Leicester arrived today and one of the first things it suggests I do is start a journal. This one is just sitting here and I've been wanting to do something about this for a while. I don't know how useful I'll find the journal idea and I may need to take a different approach once I see how it works out, but for now:
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Today I told my boss that I have a place at Leicester (it went pretty well; he is a great believer in education, after all) and sent off the confirmation form. So I guess I am really doing this thing. It is really real ( Read more... ) -
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It's been one of those weeks where I've been pissed off with everything. Cars, shouting people, politicians, mess, feeling ill, being looked down on for not taking certain things seriously, or being told that the things that matter to me are worthless ( Read more... ) -
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It has been a long time since I've written anything in here. I've sort of lacked the inclination. There have been a few half inclinations to write something halfway interesting about my sudden urge for self-improvement, how it is ok that I am stupid or how frustrating the menstruation taboo is, but they have been overcome by lack of self-confidence ( Read more... ) -
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I used my last day of holiday to finish off Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami, Zelda Windwaker and The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood, in that order. I feel it was well spent even if it has left me feeling somewhat unreal. Kafka on the Shore has renewed my desire to read really weird books. Suggestions are welcome. The Penelopiad has left me ( Read more... )