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Wednesday 16.10.02 | Sorry to be crap. Will write something proper tomorrow, promise. Watch this space. Thursday 17.10.02 Obvious punishment from God for being crap at emailing etc this morning as monsoon season has started here. An end, therefore, to the smug text-messages I have been sending everyone about the shit weather in England - as I write, I am dripping onto the keyboard and I would dry my glasses if I had a shred of material on me that wasn't drenched... But all is well, had a quiet few days. Went to Cagnes-sur-Mer on Saturday which is a surprising dump (you get used to expecting that every town on the Riviera is just going to be lovely, so it's rather a shock to the system to arrive in a shithole); Gillian and I had decided to go (wait for this) for the national chocolate festival there. This turned out to be as shitty as the town (some kids drawings of, erm, chocolate, and a few measly squares of toffee or something) so we looked round for somewhere to eat, and having wandered round for a while, we headed for McDonalds. Dumb mistake given that McDs is evidently WHAT HAPPENS in Cagnes-sur-Mer on Saturdays. Restaurant was about as big as a phonebox and had every person called Jacques and Jean in France stuffed into it. But never mind, came straight back after that, and went to investigate Fanny the bus-stop. Perhaps this is putting it charitably - I wanted a photo and so dragged Gillian out to the suburbs. Got off the bus, ran across the road, took a photo, and, giggling hysterically to the bewlidered amusement of the people around, jumped back on the southbound bus. I love being childish. :-) Sunday we spent in Antibes, restoring my shattered image of French towns. It's gorgeous, and the sun was out, and the sea was freezing enough to perform cold-fusion so that one's nether regions stuck to one's legs. BUT it was a good laugh, although I *do* admit there was a stage there where I wasn't sure I was going to be warm again. 'Notting Hill' was on on Sunday night ('Coup de foudre a Notting Hill' to be precise. Don't know about you but 'Love at first sight in NH' just hasn't got the same ring...) which was kinda nostalgic too. Aww. Pissup on Monday evening at Waynes, the English bar, which was v enjoyable. Hadn't gone out and got battered for a while, and all 6 of us UCL students were there, so we had a good laugh. In an attempt to put my arm around Anna I mistakenly grabbed her left tit, and just because I don't do things by halves and I couldn't get any more embarrassed, I grabbed them both on purpose about five minutes later. Oops. God I was pissed. :-) Went to 'Jules' on Tuesday to pick up my hours - I start Monday afternoon. They're breaking me in gently because I'm thick and English, so I've got 4 four-hour shifts next week. Rah. Tuesday 22.10.02 I am no longer a dingleberry on the arsehole of French society, clinging on desperately while awaiting authorisation from the CRAP authorities to stay. After a five-week battle, I have my residence permit. Also have therefore managed to fully enroll at uni having been in classes for two weeks, and get a library card. Admittedly this has taken the vast majority of the day and left Anna and I remarking with every second breath what a shitty country we have landed in, but mustn't bitch because I never have to do it again, and life is going to get less bureaucratic from now on. Thank the Lord. Apart from this miraculous happening, had a quiet few days. Pizza on Friday night with all the UCL people which was fun (although I honestly thought I was going to explode when I went to bed - I must have eaten enough pizza to carpet the odd house or two); Monaco again on Saturday but with Alicia this time to have a look around (and then cold pizza for dinner) and a whirlwind clean of the flat on Sunday morning that made me feel almost domesticated. Started work at 'Jules' yesterday too which was cool - people are really nice, clothes are decent, lots of English customers sent my way, job very simple. No idea how idea how much I'm being paid and no sign of my contract, but no doubt the good things shall come to he who waits. Or something.
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