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via "Les Confessions" by dante.fs@gmail.com on 20/01/06
The last week and a bit has, on balance, not been the best of times. For instance :
1. At the start of all this thing seemed to be going reasonably well. It was coming up to pay day, I should be collecting some more money from Guys Hospital, was planning on going out last Saturday and there wasn't much I could object to. However, I then realised that I should phone all parties involved the repossession case that I mentioned in my last entry.
Sadly, nothing seemed to have developed. Anyone who has tried to call a number of agencies on behalf of someone else will be aware of the inevitable frustration that such an experience is likely to bring. My first call was to Lambeth County Court quoting our case number. They told me to phone the claimants solicitor (Eversheds) but would not supply a telephone number because of "data protection". Fine.
A few google searches later I have called Eversheds London office only to be redirected to Cardiff then somewhere else and then finally back to Cardiff who advise me of the timetable of what could be involved if the landlord doesn't sort all of this out. On the bright side, after an email to the Lambeth's bailiff's office it seems that even if the worst came to the worst we wouldn't be evicted for at least a couple of months.
What was slightly worrying about all of this was when I e-mailed the landlord for an update he replied with :
"thanks for your mail, everything is under control.
And, the case has nothing to do with your property."
Hardly confidence inducing stuff.
Still, I persevered and tried to relay what I had found out about the case to which he then said he would look into the matter further. I await his update.
2. In a slightly embarrassing moment, I am no longer a member of the Guys Anthrax trials. The appointment on Saturday began normally enough and I wasn't overly worried about anything since I thought it was going to be a quick twenty minute appointment (ECG, blood test, urine test, blood pressure and that's it).
Instead, the appointment took a little over four hours (it was actually a "dosing" day and therefore takes a bit longer, they only had one nurse on duty for about 11 patients). Finally, it came time for a doctor to examine me.
"Hello. Sorry, we can't actually dose you today."
"OK. Why not?"
"Have you taken any medication lately?
"Erm...no. Well, I've taken some lemsip recently.
"No...that wouldn't have done it."
"Ok, well no I can't remember anything else."
"Are you sure?"
"Erm...yes?"
At this point I expect a Chris Tarrant-esque "Is that your final answer?" but instead he simply came out with
"Well, your urine test has come back positive for trace amounts of benzodiazepam and..."
The rest of what he said was a bit of a blur, something about the possible scenario that could have led to this result..."You know, you might have borrowed a friends prescription to get some sleep..." but basically I'd had lied already up to this point, why not continue?
Anyway, I wasn't overly worried, it had been 6 days since I had taken any valium, it's a legal drug, and well ultimately who cares? I did figure they might tell me to fuck off though, which they did.
So that was mildly annoying. I still get paid for the participation in the trial up until this point so I've not lost anything, but it was still a mild downer.
3. Saturday night I had presumed would remedy all my worries. And it was indeed very good, although there was a strangely hostile atmosphere which I've not really encountered before. At least not here.
This is difficult to explain perhaps, but of course there is a certain atmosphere any venue has at any one time, based on it's design, history, music, staff and perhaps most importantly ; the punters. The problem is this notion of atmosphere is inherently subjective. Generally speaking, if you are having a good night then you will presume those around you are having a good night. There's no real way around this, although I've wondered if the clubs on the future would have some sort of continuous feedback system where patrons could measure the awesomeness of the night plus making requests for music through some sort of wall panels.
Techno fantasy bollocks aside, we are left with our own perception. Something which is prone to feedback loops in the extreme. In short, if you start to think you are having a crap night this will quickly become a crap night. And vice versa, of course. Still, speaking as objectively as one is possible I would remark that although the dance floor was quite busy, people seemed to be arguing more than usual. In one incident someone burned someone elses hand with a cigarette (accidently) which led to some rather aggressive disagreement between two gentlemen. I don't know why, but seeing people angry when one is high is not a pleasant experience, the reaction is so alien that it is unsettling.
So it may have been hallucination related but I was utterly confused at a couple of points and thought violence was due to break out at any moment. All of this could be ascribed to perfectly normal paranoia (everyone in the universe gets that) but then later I found out at about this time my friend was involved in a slightly altercation in a different part of the club.
4. Yesterday we received an electricity amendment for £500 (i.e. we had used slightly more electricity than they first believed.
5. I have recommenced my second job which I am still terrible at and is making me incredibly tired. I have also developed an unfortunate habit of when asleep during the day (i.e. on the train from Bromley South to Victoria) I tend to make strange semi-random noises. So I'll doze off, and then go "Yargggh!" while asleep, which promptly wakes me back up and means I have to face people's strange looks. :(
6. I was paid last night, and I'm broke already. ffs.
Still, it's Friday.
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