Sinister: Fabruary, Here I Come!

[breams plural]

Hello to all...

I've been out of the loop for a while.

I've come to London and found a job and tried to get my life sorted out and 
I now realise that "the world has turned and left me here" so to speak. 
Though the only way I can honestly tell that is the length of daylight 
increasing ever so slightly by comparison to what I remember from last time 
I noticed it.

***Pointless-ramble-about-something-that-must've-meant-something-to-me-sometime-but-now-appears-to-just-be-taking-up-valuable-space-in-my-already-clogged-and-badly-managed-mind: 
Part 1 (or, "stuff about flats and jobs")

My sister is moving to back to Perth with her fianceé in 15 days. This makes 
me feel sad and lonely, though I know that I'm just being self-centred. As a 
result, I've gone out and found a room in a houseshare in London (Hackney 
Downs), and attached myself to a temping agency (though the work I'm 
actually doing is with the London Borough of Camden in their finance 
department, which deals mainly with parking tickets and associated 
enquiries) so that I can stay and do "stuff" rather than having to deport 
myself. It does help having employment too though, so if I combine my 
working and moving, I come out somewhat resembling the only living boy in 
Blackheath. I haven't moved in yet, but the flat's nice. It's got wooden 
floorboards throughout. What more must one say?

So, good stuff is happening there.

I went out last night for work drinks for only the second time in my entire 
(yet meagre) era of worldwide employment. We went to a pub in Camden, near 
work, and all had a few. Blood flowed and drink was spilt, but not the 
reverse. Plus I was referred to as an "old boy" for rolling my own 
cigarettes. Although, amongst a pack of Marlboro Lights smokers I did come 
across as a little eccentric.

I also had to work today, but had the wonderful benefit of my CD walkman to 
keep me company. So, I've started on the impossible task of attempting to 
convince the aged ears of my colleagues to appreciate the youthful strains 
of Belle & Sebastian, Kings Of Convenience, Camera Obscura and others. Thus 
far I've convinced a nice Finnish girl that Kings Of Convenience is 
"definitely worth buying" and a West Ham supporting "geezer" that Belle & 
Sebastian are "great! you should look into them!". I'm not sure any of this 
constitutes a victory over the evils of middle aged radio listeners, but it 
certainly makes for something else to talk about other than parking tickets.

I'm currently attempting to convince myself that I should start writing more 
songs and consider recording them somewhere, though I'll be the first one to 
point out that I can only fabricate so much as far as justification and 
belief go. I'm sticking at it, just because one or two of you would kick my 
arse for saying I was doing otherwise, but I doubt whether I'm actually 
going to achieve much from it. It's just a grand scheme.

So it looks as though my year is going to consist of little variety. just 
the usual suspects:

1) Complaining that it "doesn't rain properly in London!"
2) Attempting to convince myself that the idea I have at that time is a 
wonderful and somewhat original one that deserves all my available time and 
energy, and will NOT go the way of my last wonderful and somewhat original 
idea that deserved all my...(etc)
3) Intending to "sort myself out a bit" but doing nothing about it
4) Neglecting a friend or two because of repeatedly "Attempting to convince 
myself...etc...etc..."
5) Being a matron of honour at my sisters wedding

Basically, that's my plan for this year. And it all starts here and now. 
It's already February and I've got to show for it is a list of times and 
places that I got drunk with Ken that he won't let me forget, even though I 
can't even remember. Funnily enough, that leave me with another 4.5 months 
to fill, that remain completely empty. Oh yeah...I know I saw a film or two 
in that time too.

So, basically...I've got no point here whatsoever and I'm not being the 
least bit entertaining, and I should really have just sent the subject line 
and left the rest blank as it would've had more entertainment value.

***Content***
I'm going to the London and Edinburgh gigs. Nothing of REAL content in that, 
I know...but it makes me feel like less of a waste of good server space if I 
put that in there.
***End Of Content***

Well, sorry I can't make Brighton next weekend, but I'll be moving into my 
new place and trying to get the hang of living on my own properly. But I 
WILL endeavour to attend the Track & Field night on Friday.

So if you're around then, I will be too.

g'night and g'day to all

*waves*

Jeremy

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