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I gave in my 30 day notice today. So I'm leaving Edinburgh Road at the end of 2013.
I'm so glad I came to know Grace and Rhiannon and I'll miss living with them a lot.
I'm not really sure what's going to happen next. But the more I think about it the less sure I am I'll move to Oxford.
So maybe I'll go back to the mountains.
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A one sided convo with a Californian
I just spoke to Tim Rowles. When I say I spoke to him, I mean literally I spoke to him. On Skype video, he had no mic with which to speak back to me.
So we improvised. He got a pad and scrawled words to me, holding them at varied angles until the pixels fell into place.
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4am is my favourite time of day.
I'm walking home through a great mechanical tapestry of inanimation. Every dark door and window a hint of all the worlds inside all these humans tucked away for a quiet while.
I walk down the model of the main road, zigzagging over the white lines like a stitching thread and looking drunk- feeling drunk, on the ( Read more... ) -
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So I met some French kids on the bus. Hoped they'd stick around so I had my own french entaurage but I lost them when we went to Mouth. Phil and I took a while to talk, it was me who ended the awkward 'I've seen you but I'm going to look really fascinated by this other conversation I'm having.' I poked him and he kissed me on the cheek, exposing ( Read more... ) -
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So I'm in bed with tonsillitis two days strong and only just got some antibiotics and then who the fuck should poke his frizzy quiff round the corner but Gaz asking to sleep on my floor. FFS, where did he come from? No mate. I'm up and down every five minutes spitting stuff out. It's not true but there's no way he's staying in here. I'm already ( Read more... ) -
Instinct
Two minutes after leaving the glow of pizza express I'd had the unusual passing thought of my own vulnerability walking alone, through norwich at night ( Read more... ) -
NO TO GRIMBOS!
Oh this ebb and flow of life ( Read more... ) -
Prose for the English Grad
Thorny and deep you've worked yourself,
Tawny and sweet.
You're back and you're churning up burial peat
Growing inside every rose, stem of wheat.
It's the carnival's end but we're too young to leave
So find innocent ways to play up, touch and tease
We're tight in the dusk and our hype hits the trees
And I'm finding it harder just to not believe
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I checked my phone at work this afternoon, not that I was consciously expecting anything of interest, or usually do unless I hear it chime, I just felt I had to...
Missed call from a London number.
Called it back by the stairs and sure enough... Skiworld.
I spoke to Jim.. then Tim before getting hold of HR.. Nick.
Asked if I was free for a chat.
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I think I need to cry, but honestly I'm just not going to think about that possibility until I get home. I'm quite good at putting things off.
Far too good sometimes.
I have a need to capture these fractions of my life where I feel something so strongly whether it be wonderful or wonderfully ugly. This time it's wonderfully grotesque. So I'm sat ( Read more... )