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Dunno, maybe LJ isn't holding the allure it once did over me.
Maybe I've actually gotten myself a life?
Maybe I've just had no money to spend on Lamb so I've been avoiding the place that makes me spend it. MUHAHAHA!
So what's been going on since I last posted. Hmmm. Well my last proper post was 2 months ago.
I've broken it into nice sections for your reading pleasure :D
Since then I've actually put my head down and started working. I can safely say that at the end of Easter term I had handed in all the work I needed to. I was up to date and knew exactly what is expected over me this Easter and have started putting it into practice. I have notched up work experience at nearly 3 places. One at the Journalist (which is the NUJ paper, KACHING, connections!), second at the Press Gazette (unofficial guide for British journalists, KACHING, more connections!) and a possible placement at Grazia, the fancy, fortnightly glossy (thanks to a drunken night with some PR lovies I call my friends :D...well they are my friends so I guess that's good :D)
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I've got a job working part-time at a non-profit art space (this should appeal to you Kara my darling!), based in Elephant and & Castle, Adrian and Amanda set up the non-profit organisation under the belief that they would pick up derelict buildings and renovate and transform them into art space. You can have a club night there, you can have a gig there, you can have a birthday party there, you can record a track there, you can smear the walls with home-made UV glowy play-do and call it art. Pays good, great mix of people down there even though a few keep trying to tip me with drugs...(erm no, money please, in the jar marked TIPS if you please!) and it's not as consitent as I'd like I enjoy it.
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Got another job interview today working in a charity call-centre, apparently it's not cold calling, nor bullying to sell, just asking people if it's ok to send them forms to sign up. Basically asking permission to send junk mail. I might vetoe that in favour of returning to the old door knocking. I felt better doing that for several reasons.
* Face to face interation, putting a real person who has to give proper emotions over to make the point clear.
*Fitness, walking 5 miles and knocking on all those doors for 6 hours gets the calories going.
*The people, you can actually hold a conversation with people and you're not stuck to a phone.
*Education, not only am I telling people things about stuff they would not have found out otherwise. I learn things to.
*Contacts, you never know who's door you're going to knock on. I've got plenty of anecdotes for the rest of my days from my previous 4 month stint.
*The money, it's better...I can become a team leader with a £12ph pay cheque whilst making a 500% to charities that deserve recognition. A win win deal for bank and for karma.
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Lexi has moved out, she had money problems (though not sure how much of that I believe, but I'm past bitching now....) and has moved back home. Grr is doing my head in a little bit. I love that guy to pieces he's the little brother I never had. But when he buggers off to Spain owing me £40 I desperatly need to go and get drunk with the football team and then his overbearing mummy calls me and cross-examines me about my finances, I get a bit pissed. She's like a total mum though, I can't get angry or tell her to bugger off, I just made some mumbling noises about how it was temporarily sorted till he gets back and now eat pasta for 7 days.
We have a new flatmate moving in on the 1st called Quami or Kwami, not sure how he spells it, he seems cool. Bit of a wheeler dealer but I can deal with that.... unsure how it's going to go. I'm getting quite used to living alone (Been home alone for 2 weeks, it's great, can walk around naked...it's too cold though lol)
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Parents are behaving abismally. I don't even want to go there. Kym, Stuart and I have been tele-conferencing every other day. Stuart as per usual is very black and white and moralistic, Kym and I are more realistic...Dad is being like Stuart and mum is in lalala land where she has been for like...ever. And some Russian woman called Tatiana is the catalyst to all of this. I understand my dad has needs, I understand he is a human being, but I believe getting your kids involved this much is crossing the line. As much as I respect my dad the more he tells me the more it ruins that parental glaze. I watch him do and say things and cringe. It's like watching Carrie in Sex and the City or Mr Bean...you're like DON"T DO THAT NOOOOO *cue cringing* Sure they'll get over it....find something else to bicker about....
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Going to see Gwen in 6 months and a day. Piss my pants excited. I'm actually going to be like a hundred feet from my idol. I have already set the plans in motion to get backstage. I'm pretty sure I can do it easily via my brother but I'm trying to use my own head, contacts and blagging ability to do so. So far I have:
Contacted Live Nation directly telling them about Pages and asking to get Press Passes...they said they'd get back to me
Contacted my mate Esther who's bestest buddies with one of Live Nations PR....she's getting back to me
Contacted a band we interviewed for Pages who are on Live Nations asking them about their PR person.....getting back to me
Called Wembley Arena (which is technically Live Nation) but attempting it on a smaller, micro level, bypassing all the middle management bullshit....awaiting confirmation of an e-mail.
Waiting to hear the support act and working from there.
If none of those work I have several more plans up my sleeve. And I can always ask my brother in the end. Looking at LIve Nation's gig list more than half are his clients and it wouldn't surprise me if he was doing the Gwen tour. Though if he is and hasn't told me yet I'm disowning him...j/k.
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So, other than bumming around with Katie, not much has happened the last week or so. But I shall be in contact soon enough.
By the way, if you read all of that, you deserve a medal!