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charleston's day in the life, I thought I'd write about the average day of an unemployed not-really-a-student lieabed.
Up at 7.40 a.m. as my parents were banging about, slamming doors, dropping things etc. When employed, I clung to the bed until at least 8.30, but now I don't have to be anywhere, I get up earlier. I don't expect this to carry on into the winter. I am a little bit worried about the winter; the last electricity bill was quite high and I don't want to run up the gas as well. I'm hoping that there'll be a warm corner for me in Clapton library, but what with all the cuts, I imagine they will turn down the heating to absolute zero. I don't expect there will be librarians soon, just one person to stand by the self-service machines and tell people how to use them (à la Tesco).
As mentioned previously, I am now also a member of the British Library and it is to there I go today. I have yet to see any famous authors, but I have bumped into Travis Elborough and Sarfraz Manzoor. I finished reading Jew Boy by Simon Blumenfeld and started on Black Milk by David Hartnett. I also made a few notes in my notebook.
At midday, I went to the cafe and had a coffee with two sugars and a piece of strawberry Swiss roll from Peyton and Byrne. The coffee was burnt, but the cake was delicious. I shared a table with a stranger who was eating a rice and lentil salad which made me feel very un-virtuous.
I left the library at about 2.30 p.m. via a pub and my old work to pick up beer and veg, respectively. Back at home, David made tea (Greek salad with roast vegetables and home made bread). He later went out to meet up with old school-chums and I faffed around on facebook and watched The Postman Always Rings Twice, the '81 remake. One forgets that Jack N was rather a fox when younger, especially when wearing a hat to cover his huge forehead. Jessica Lange seems to be the queen of remakes - I've just watched Cape Fear, the 1991 version with her as the mum. 10 years to go from Femme Fatale to Mother. That's Hollywood for ya. I went to bed about 11, but couldn't sleep til I'd heard (i) my parents (banging about, slamming doors, dropping things) and (ii) David come in, about an hour later.
charleston's day in the life, I thought I'd write about the average day of an unemployed not-really-a-student lieabed.Up at 7.40 a.m. as my parents were banging about, slamming doors, dropping things etc. When employed, I clung to the bed until at least 8.30, but now I don't have to be anywhere, I get up earlier. I don't expect this to carry on into the winter. I am a little bit worried about the winter; the last electricity bill was quite high and I don't want to run up the gas as well. I'm hoping that there'll be a warm corner for me in Clapton library, but what with all the cuts, I imagine they will turn down the heating to absolute zero. I don't expect there will be librarians soon, just one person to stand by the self-service machines and tell people how to use them (à la Tesco).
As mentioned previously, I am now also a member of the British Library and it is to there I go today. I have yet to see any famous authors, but I have bumped into Travis Elborough and Sarfraz Manzoor. I finished reading Jew Boy by Simon Blumenfeld and started on Black Milk by David Hartnett. I also made a few notes in my notebook.
At midday, I went to the cafe and had a coffee with two sugars and a piece of strawberry Swiss roll from Peyton and Byrne. The coffee was burnt, but the cake was delicious. I shared a table with a stranger who was eating a rice and lentil salad which made me feel very un-virtuous.
I left the library at about 2.30 p.m. via a pub and my old work to pick up beer and veg, respectively. Back at home, David made tea (Greek salad with roast vegetables and home made bread). He later went out to meet up with old school-chums and I faffed around on facebook and watched The Postman Always Rings Twice, the '81 remake. One forgets that Jack N was rather a fox when younger, especially when wearing a hat to cover his huge forehead. Jessica Lange seems to be the queen of remakes - I've just watched Cape Fear, the 1991 version with her as the mum. 10 years to go from Femme Fatale to Mother. That's Hollywood for ya. I went to bed about 11, but couldn't sleep til I'd heard (i) my parents (banging about, slamming doors, dropping things) and (ii) David come in, about an hour later.
