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Wednesday 22.8.01 It's a strange urge - that of wanting to fling yourself out of a plane at a very high altitude strapped to a few bits of fabric and string, which, with any luck will bring you back down safely to terra firma. But that is exactly what I am planning to do quite soon. And the chances are that since you are reading this, you are going to get an email within the next week or so begging you to come with me, simple because there isn't a snowflake's chance in hell that I'm doing it on my own. Thursday 23.8.01 Minor panic this morning as it is a month today that I move back to University. This isn't a problem in itself - in fact I can't wait - but the fact that the shit is going to resoundingly slam against the fan is. I haven't spoken any real amounts of French or German for about three months now, and doubt I still can. Looks like I have some work to do... On a unconnected but very soothing note, I have started doing a smallish overhaul of my poetry page. Have put some more C. Day Lewis, David Byrne and Julien Law up there with other stuff to come. Go immerse yourself.... Friday 24.8.01 Two crucially important discoveries stemming from last night's indulgence in Golders Green Bar Med, where I managed to get completely trashed far too quickly and spent the evening making lewd suggestions about everything and everyone around us, and banging the table: (1) Sus, according to Tess, sleeps 'like the dead.' This was convenient since Tess and I sat up 'til around three talking and giggling about...nothing really. And (2) Hershey's chocolate smells like poo. Saturday 25.8.01 Wednesday's plea for other loons to come forward and announce themselves has been gratifyingly and rewardingly strong. Three complete nutters (a.k.a. Kath, Susie and Tom) have all expressed varying amounts of interest in doing a parachute jump. Kath was by far the most sensible (something along the lines of 'This might sound interesting'), contrasting nicely with Sus ('So when do we get in the plane?') Methinks we could have some fun with this particular escapade... Sunday 26.8.01 Come back, Bill, all is forgiven. The Economist reports this week that Dubya has managed, within 8 months of being elected, to blow the entire US cash surplus, which it took several past presidents' work to build up. Nice one, George! I'm not saying I could do any better (can you just imagine me as the President of the US?), but I'm sure that there are scores of people who could do worse. Add to that the fact that it took 6 weeks, rather than 24 hours, for America to decide which man to elect, and I would say it doesn't bode well, n'est-ce pas? Admittedly, I had slight problems with Clinton when the Lewinski affair blew up - I mean, when the most powerful man in the world is a liar and a cheat, you start to wonder where this planet is headed - but he did a good job, and well, he's human I guess. On another rope, Viv has joined the merry bunch of paratroopers. Watch this space, for now we are five... Monday 27.8.01 Interesting and fun day spent working in Camden and experiencing what life is like as a genuine loon - like, for example, the mad Austrian woman who phoned (I didn't pick it up but as soon as the staff realised she was continental the receiver was thrust in my direction) and talked for about 3 minutes nonstop in very rapid, accented German, about what she needed. I took in and understood about a third of it, yet she rang off a satisfied customer. I love passive, uncomplicated people who appreciate the simpler pleasures in life and realise that, when there is just no chance that the person on the end of the phone can help, there's no point asking anything. That's what she was like. And she was a nice woman, too. Tuesday 28.8.01 Food, sleep and gossip. Three of the pillars of my life which I have been denied, in varying amounts, over the last few days. |
