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It's been a relatively eventful time since my last entry I suppose. I was half way through writing a long rambling entry but it's on another machine at the moment so it'll have to wait. I've got some time to kill so here goes a quick factual recount.1. I got a second job. I am now a member of the "LSE Annual Fund Team". My job is basically to help raise money for the LSE by phoning up alumni and asking them for dosh. It's a bit more complex than that, but that's the bare bones. It's quite strange, I vowed I'd never worked in sales (unless my family were starving or some such) but this is kind of the same sort of thing. I'll probably talk about it in some more detail later.
I do nine hours a week and get paid £8.08 per hour. Obviously this extra income will be frittered away on shit but in my mind signifies the start of my long march to glory.
2. I almost got my friend fired in an amusing incident. Well, I found it amusing, he was mainly mildly worried. For those who are on his friends list he has blogged about it, but the summary can put something like:
bouncer at Slimes, definition of Donkey Punch, e-mail filtering software, mentioning of drugs, possible disciplinary action, ho,ho,ho.Anyway yeah. Sorry mate.
3. Apparently my Masters degree exam has been marked, but I won't get the results until next week.
4. I am now on two weeks leave from work, my longest proper holiday in ages.
5. I have not taken drugs in approximately two weeks now, and it's fairly annoying. Not because of any addiction/compulsion issues but simply because I've ended up drinking so much. I really need to do something about my autism, my self-medicating by drinking a pint of vodka anytime I go out isn't sustainable (or desirable). On Saturday for instance, I ended up at Slimes (of course) but because I had drunk so much I was in no position to enjoy myself (we only stayed 2 hours). The next morning I felt like death, compared to the mildly "fuzzy" feeling you have after E (or even Speed).
Similarly, last night I went to NASIN and aside from having no memory of anything that ocurred, I felt like shit this morning (OK, I had had 5 hours sleep and I had a plane to catch but still). I remember talking shit to Liam, Debbie and Dean although not much else, although there is a pervasive sense of shame through my spirit. Sorry.
6. I am doing a firewalk in January.
As aluded to above, I'm currently in Edinburgh. It seems OK. I was a little apprehensive about coming up because although I knew I'd have a good time, I was dubious about the location. This is for two reasons.
One, people have said "Oh, I think you'll like it." Which, generally is a dead give-away that I'll think it's shit. This could be because I'm a bloody minded fool, but is based on relevent experience. I don't know why this might be, it's not like my tastes are particularly complex or enigmatic. I like my music fast, simple with stupid sloganeering, I like my food salty and I like my women to be pallid and alive. And I'm negotiable on the latter point. Still, people seem to take me the wrong way in these matters.
Two, when people are pressed on the matter they reveal their reasons for thinking Edinburgh is a nice place. Because it has nice buildings! Now, I am not denigrating architechture in general. In my brief housing career I have been involved in the management of buildings ranging from ornate Victorian mansions to vaguely nightmarish 60's high-rises. I am aware that the aesthetics of our environment is an important factor in people's sense of well-being and so on. But come on, if the best thing you can say about a place is about the buildings then it doesn't bode very well.
I'll let you know how it goes. So far the trip has been relatively quiet. The plane journey was unbelievably quick (90% of my flying experience in the last decade involves 12 hour trips to Southern Africa), and the only incident was a random search at Gatwick. I didn't have to strip or anything but they made me empty out all my pockets etc. For some inexplicable reason I had various condoms in my back pocket. Still, no need to feel embarrassed in front of a gruff bloke probably called Dave or Darren. However, slightly later (in McDonalds) a young Czech girl asked me for some change. Completely oblivious to the previous incident I rummaged through my pockets revealing the same pocket contents to a smiling, slightly confused young lady.
Oh well.
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