Number 96.
Monday 29 June 2009
I'm really scared, but it's okay. I found a park near my house, it's no Southsea Common but it's all I need, somewhere to lay and read. My housemate Ed is a really lovely girl, I'm really lucky to have her, she's done so much for me already. I don't think I'm quite ready to see the whole place yet, I've never been overwhelmed by a city before, growing up in London will kind of do that to you. My dad says it's because I have been "spoiled" by Southsea, which is probably right.
I've unpacked 40% of my things. Making use of my brand new pinewood bed with killer mattress seemed much more important, and I bought a new duck feather quilt to 'christen' it. My building is in late stage development -- there aren't many many people living here at the moment, and the people that do seem to live here are either young professionals or uber rich kids who's parents have bought them a flat because it's just outside Manchester Met uni. Obviously that is a total generalisation and I'm being extremely judgemental. There are church bells which are too far away to be annoying, but close enough to hear and smile about.
I went to a gay bar down the road from my house with Ed and her friend Emma who works in management for the Revolution bar nearby. I didn't realise it was a gay bar until Emma told me, so I applauded the bar for its subtlety, and its £6 bottles of wine. They played La Ritournelle by Sebastien Tellier, the 7 min version which was so UPLIFTING. We came home at ten, a little worse for wear (but only just a little) and Ed cooked me dinner whilst we talked gameplans of life. It was fun, and it was stimulating. I got the internet working and spoke to some friends, caught up on stuff and Spotified for a bit. Got a phone call from Ed, I'm so glad he's safe and having fun, I can't believe he called me to see how I was doing in Manchester when he's just embarked on a 4 month journey to NZ and Fiji! I should be seeing if he's okay! I can't wait for him and Kealy to come home. Johnny rang me to tell me to come out at around 1am and I would have done if I hadn't just got ready for bed, but it'll be good to see him tomorrow. I rang Phil and he was getting cake and contemplating joining the Ice Hockey team. I told him I was a little scared and out of my depth, he calmed me down by telling me that everywhere is scary (which is true) and I will find my niche soon (which I hope) and to listen to Martwa Cisza by Jacaczek, (which I did) and I fell asleep, a little less worried.
Labels: edwin, gaybar, i miss my family, i miss my friends, jacaczek, johnny, kealy, manchester move, moving on up, sebastien tellier, what have i done, wine
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Number 95.
Friday 12 June 2009
Needless to say, the 'apology' did not go down well.
:D.
2manydjs tonight, it'll be good to get into the big smoke, and it's my last day at work today.
List of things i'm going to purchase:
Laptop from Dell (you get a free return flight to the US/EU apparently - going to go and see the LA kids if so) DONE
Ipod Touch
Speakers
Bike
SLR
Diana
Polaroid one600
Polaroid Spectra film DONE
My entire American Apparel wish list DONE
Bestival Tent
Fishes
In-ear Sennheisers (because Ipod earphones are an insult)
Levis DONE
Surkin's Casio
The Warp Records 20th anniversary celebratory boxset
7inch vinyl player
Flat screen tv
Percy Pig sweets
Dr Martens DONE
A strawberry plant
Cannot wait, materialism is so prime.
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Number 94.
Wednesday 10 June 2009
Schwepps have hit the money with their new print advertising, SO good, SO fresh. I was really impressed, strange to see a drinks company have such an agenda, it's nice to know that even corporate giants are suitably concerned with the state of things at the moment.
Secondly: an apology.
Dear Muff,
Sorry about my behaviour, though I hope you are aware of the similarites of your own actions. Do not expect me to sit there and not be angry when in my face is a wench with a face that could blow up manhole covers. I don't care what she is or who she is or what or who she's done or where she was picked up from. All I know is she was a bogey, and I was a birdie, and your performance was definitely sub-par. You were rinsed by your peers and you deserved it, I ignored you the whole time and you deserved it. I went home because I went home and no other reason was needed n'est ce-pas, so do not tell me to stay solely upon the realisation that I was getting increasingly angry at you (you saw the pulsating vein at the top of my temple didn't you? or maybe it was the drink I spilled on Ol' Manhole face). I hope you are happy with your psuedo-vegetarian conquest. To be fair this isn't much of an apology afterall, more an imposition. I've got a mere two weeks left. If you ruin these last days I'll never forgive you, you'll never hear the end of it and I'll probably have to hurt you. Anyhow, see you tomorrow innit.
x
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Number 93.
Monday 8 June 2009
Good weekend, good weekend, albeit ridculously nocturnal. Goodbye Andy (enjoy Mexico) and Marie (enjoy Portugal). Everyone is dropping like flies. Beach Road party was quite fun, pictures:
mike and myself caught out on camera.
joel being hilarious as always.
ed coming back and surprising us all (but he is srsly going to NZ next week).
james definitely has the Farnbrough Sixth charm...
eve and james the host.
andy enjoying his last Southsea days.
general.
nick and ryan bromancing.
dan "i work in television" ward and lisa.
lewis and bill dj spinnin'.
Made a couple of decisions this weekend, and I really think they are for the best! Rang round some trustworthies to get some opinions, so hopefully things will work out well but time will tell. Last week at work today. Got a flat with a trainee accountant from Deloitte in Manchester city centre, only to find out that Johnny and his sister are moving to the same building! Sheer brilliance.
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Number 92.
Monday 1 June 2009
Bye Bye Ed and Kealy, enjoy NZ/AUS/Fiji, have fun skiing and at the film festivals. Come back safe!
On the job front, The company in Wimbledon offered me a job. So now I have to decide. And I have 3 days to do so! I have no idea what to do, they're both really good offers. I'll ask my mum when I ring her. She's in Nigeria at the moment, and has invited our whole family to stay at the house, all nine bedrooms are taken, party!
Sat on the common all day on Sat. Felt so ill but it was Ed's last day in Ports so efforts had to be made. The french guys we met on Thursday came down, so did the Brighton lot, and so did the Baby Sumo DJ lot, so about 30 of us took up a good spot on the common with enough carcass to feed Fratton Park (major thanks to Rosanna who stole a box of 200 chicken wings from her work - thanks Pizza Hut). Got seemingly merrier as the day went on, and everyone burnt to a crisp. Battled with the idea of going to Mike's gig for ages... I had texted Will and he said to be there for half 8, putting us on the list. At quarter past nine, I phoned Will and he said they would be playing for half an hour in fifteen mins. Spent what I thought was about 30 seconds getting dressed, got a taxi to Emmas, and another one to the Eastney Cellars. My time perception was whacked as we strolled in to catch the last 10 seconds of their last song. Such a FML. It was okay anyway cause Will wasn't plugged in and he didn't realise. Alcohol is evil.
We had a couple of pints at the cellars (to calm my autonomic nervous system) and then Mike asked if I was doing anything afterwards. So we all went to LJRs, where it just went down from there. Matt Robers (fabric/matter) was playing. The Guildford lot were out for Vicki and Emily's fake birthday. I told Snewin that Mike was a wounder and he said that he seemed nice. Which was lovely. Then he shook Mike's hand and gave me a hug. Then Niall started dancing with this girl who completely mugged him off afterwards when her best friend went home with Riley. Then Emma got cornered by this pre-pubescent looking kid called Ollie who had said he had been in love with her from the first time he saw her ... FOUR YEARS AGO. Some bearded dude asked Emma out but we cannot for the life remember his name (Riley? Am I only thinking Riley cause he looks like Riley but with more hair?). The frenchies were waiting for us at Ben Paul's house but I was too busy outside the pub having a (minor and quiet!)go at the girl who dicked off Niall , then she started crying.
Then she started CRYING.
Crying.
After giving her an awkward hug I walked back with Mike and his housemates who cheered me for heroism, haha. Saw Luke and his mate who looks like Gabriel Pluckrose on the way and then went back to chill. Left to find Emma and the french dudes. Ben's housemates and Emma had all convinced one of them that the way to get a girl in England was to say "Hello. How are you? Bum me." Emma rang me and told me, so when I got there I acted along when he said it to me and gave him a kiss on the cheek. We can't wait for him to use it
en action avec ta bité . As the french guys say; "What a Casio Accident!".
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