Right, I've trimmed my flist by about a quarter. If you're reading this within a couple of days of it being posted then you've been kept. Journals that haven't been updated in over 12 months, de-listers, old duplicates and a couple who have deleted their LJs and I'm doubtful about whether they're coming back (some do, some don't) have all been taken off.
If you're in the above group and you want to be added back, drop me a comment. No biggie. New blood, same goes for you - most of the photo and URL-centred entries are left public to sate the curiosity of anyone checking who has been linking to them, but the rest is flocked.
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- Music:teachers, season two
Luton, Bedfordshire
Barnehurst, Kent
Stoke Newington, London
SGP was fantastic, it was great to see some old faces again. I ended up stewarding, not having the sort of money floating around to allow me to buy a ticket and turn up as a punter. Well worth it - got to meet some amazing people and, of course, something to chuck onto a rather barren CV. Hey, it all helps. And any comedown can be compensated for by the power trip you get wearing a hi-vis and waving a radio around..
I have had a handy tip-off about jobs going at a call centre with a large public sector organisation dealing with, shall we say, a very topical issue. I'm going to give them a ring tomorrow. Job? Job!
Not a very exciting image, but one that captures my mood better than words can right now.
There is no internet, so save for facebook (which I continue to update the status on every 12 hours from my phone, because I'm one of them) there won't be much in the way of online activity for a little while - but I am well.
I have to be up in six hours to go down to Maidstone. Night, all.
- Location:tottenham, london
- Music:cole porter
Check the whole collection out. Given that more often than not the guy uses his flickr as an image host for his blog (also worth seeing), it's an amazingly cohesive body of work in it's own right.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoGYx35yp
I hit 40 as soon as my balls dropped. Screw it though, it's a must watch :D
Nothing of any great note to update about at the moment, so here are some photos taken this evening on the way to the pub. On the way home the weather couldn't work out if it was foggy or snowing, which is a new one on me. I suppose this is what 'freezing fog' is, or so I reasoned to myself on the way back across the estate as the 'fog' began to leave white deposits on my sleeves. It was that point when I realised that I'd left my scarf in the pub, which I am going to end up cursing tomorrow. I had Lottie's bag on my back, because she is a scatterbrain and left it in the pub on her early departure. We're all losing things. Our minds, it seems, went first. Anywho.
Lots to get done tomorrow. Haringey Council probably aren't going to get their act together regarding the student finance issue, but I'll give them a ring in the morning. A couple of things need to go in the post, too - best chances are with getting them sorted and into the boxes at the Central Portsmouth post office for lunchtime - if I don't, it's going to be a desperate dash up from Waterloo to Mount Pleasant for the 8pm collection when I get back to the smoke. I've got an irrational fear of using local boxes for anything other than non-urgent post, especially given the habit employed by the little feckers on Pulford Road of 'feeding' liquids/fire through the hole meant for the letters. POSTBOX IS INANIMATE OBJECT. IT DOESN'T GET THIRSTY. Unless it gets collections every two hours and/or goes straight into a post office wall, I don't bother anymore.
Melvyn Bragg says 'Google' in an odd way. Gggle. G'ggle. If internet words have a northern pronounciation*, MB is pimping it bigstyle.
ION, I have fixed my zippo. I needed to yank out some more wick to keep the flame from going out.
Careers Portfolio time. University work, the turd that won't flush. Semester one of year two is reportedly the hardest out of the three years on this course, and I hope they're right, because the workload is getting to be a joke. Just keeping on top of class material takes up virtually the whole week, and that's before you start factoring assignments in. It's hard to enjoy the course material when it gets to that sort of point. Still, 11 days and the worst of it is over. Heads down..
* A worthwhile point to consider? The globalised nature of internet brands seems to have lent itself to common pronounciations wherever you go. No? Any suggestions to the contrary welcomed.
- Mood:
busy
Met up with Ben this afternoon when I got back to London and we spent a few hours rambling around SE18 and E16 via the Woolwich Foot Tunnel (sibling to the Greenwich Foot Tunnel, but different in being much quieter and graffiti-stricken than it's upstream counterpart).
Look what they've done to it! Barriers. Every 100 yards, all the way along. Greenwich Council vs. certain Cyclists reaches it's logical conclusion. And the tradition of 'true' V.P. shots down the tunnel is now history. Wonder if they'll do the same to the Greenwich Tunnel. If anyone has been thinking of taking a visit with a camera for those ends, it might be advisable to do it soon, if it isn't too late already.
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