Friday, November 02, 2001

I wipe my eye’s and find that it has been AGES since my last blog, and sadly, I have very little to report again. It is official, I have become dull.

November is upon us and I excitedly rushed to my salary advise slip as I was to get my 3 month salary adjustment, sadly nothing has materialized. Goddamit, I’m worth so much more. I am having words with the financial director on Tuesday.

As far as the great and never ending story of the London nightlife goes, we have abused it as usual, last weekend I made a return to the Royal Vauxhall Tavern, it was good to stay away for a few weeks, what a great evening.

Besides the cycle of working, eating and sleeping, nothing had happened this week, but what a full weekend lies ahead.

Tonight we are off to Tighe and Graeme’s for dinner, lovely as they are awfully stylish boys. I will need to take my passport though, it is in North London.

I am doing a Saturday in the showroom, abusing the Slonies and then in the evening we are off to the Hoist. For the dancing??? Before you all start wondering. Sunday afternoon is another meal, this time at JP and Barbara’s, after that, it’s off to the Fridge for the Gaydar evening. Hundreds of boy’s trying to recognize each other with their clothes on. Should be fun.

I have wisely taken Monday off, as I have leave owing to me and I deserve a day of pampering myself.

I will no doubt see you all out there







HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU HAVE BEEN IN LONDON TOO LONG?
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>? You say "the City" and expect everyone to
>know which one.
>? You have never been to The Tower or Madame
>Tussauds but love Brighton.
>? You can get into a four-hour argument about
>how to get from Shepherds Bush to Elephant & Castle
>at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but
>can't find Dorset on a map.
>? Hookers and the homeless are invisible.
>? You step over people who collapse on the Tube
>(or in our the case, you DO collapse on the tube)
>? You believe that being able to swear at
>people in their own language makes you multilingual.
>? You've considered stabbing someone.
>? Your door has more than three locks.
>? You consider eye contact an act of overt
>aggression.
>? You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a
>garden.
>? You consider Essex the "countryside". You
>think Hyde Park is "nature".
>? You're paying 1,200 a month for a studio the
>size of a walk-in wardrobe and you think it's a
>"bargain".
>? Shopping in suburban supermarkets and
>shopping malls gives you a severe attack of
>agoraphobia.
>? You pay more each month to park your car than
>most people in the UK pay in rent.
>? You haven't seen more than twelve stars in
>the night sky since you went camping as a kid.
>? You haven't heard the sound of true absolute
>silence since you left home, and when you did, it
>terrified you.
>? You pay 3 pounds without blinking for a beer
>that cost the bar 28p.
>? You actually take fashion seriously.
>? Being truly alone makes you nervous.
>? You have 27 different menus next to your
>telephone.
>? The UK west of Heathrow is still theoretical
>to you.
>? You're suspicious of strangers who are
>actually nice to you.
>? You haven't cooked a meal since helping mum
>the last Christmas you were at home with the turkey.
>? Your idea of personal space is no one
>actually standing on your toes.
>? 50 pounds worth of groceries fit in one
>plastic bag.
>? You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride
>ever" stories.
>? You don't hear sirens anymore.
>? You've mentally blocked out all thoughts of
>the city's air quality and what it's doing to your
>lungs.
>? You live in a building with a larger
>population than most towns.
>? Your cleaner is Russian, your grocer is
>Somali, your deli man is Israeli, your landlord is
>Italian, your laundry guy is Philippino, your
>bartender is Australian, your favourite diner owner is
>Greek, the watch seller on your corner is Senegalese,
>your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsagent is
>Indian and your favourite falafel guy is Egyptian.
>? You wouldn't want to live anywhere else until
>you get married.
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