Seven years, today. RIP, you gorgeous man.


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It snowed today!

Not much...Just enough for the streets to be covered by grey-brown slush and for old ladies to skid and skate and lose balance, as they walked.

I ate some as it fell.

A girl headbutted me really hard directly on my jawline, today, while sprinting to get to the tram. I've no idea how it even happened and I was too dizzy from the impact to grab hold of her by the collar and ask her what the hell she meant by running into me like a charging bull with raw garlic up its arse. She did scream a hasty "sorry!" at me as ( Read more... )

A lot has happened in the last fortnight and so I owe this journal plenty of updates, which will come as soon as things settle down a bit. Hopefully ( Read more... )

I'm flying to Amsterdam, tonight. From there, a taxi to the Hague. As soon as I reach the flat in the Hague, I have to drop my lugage, shower and take a tram to the office. URGH. Jet lag is expected to take care of itself, obviously, and not get in the way of finishing a monthly report ( Read more... )

I turned twenty-two, yesterday, and feel deliciously old ( Read more... )

Apologies, f-list. I haven't been commenting on any of your journals, the past couple of weeks. I've been reading nearly everything, though ( Read more... )

Financial newspapers, though orangeish in hue, and pretty sensational (these days, especially), are no competition, in terms of yellowness of content, to most of our dailies ( Read more... )

Soumitra Chattopadhyay is an adorable, immensely talented, old man and I love him.

...More on this later.

My father and I were at the dentist's (we bond over our complete lack of dental health) and the pater was leafing through a random magazine while we waited. He stopped when he came across a photo of Soumitra, to show it to me. Then we read what it said. He will be in Delhi on Monday and Tuesday. SHRIEK! MINOR HEART ATTACK! ETC ( Read more... )