moving house. trying to box some books. dead heavy. no chance ( Read more... )

i'm coming back
in work doing naff all. just ate a full english. am now worrying that i'll be hungry again by 3pm.

that's the kind of thing you write isn't it?

i arrived in the room. two dirty red sofas and a few old chairs arranged around a coffee table littered with empty cans and full ashtrays. i sit on the end of one sofa, furthest away from the doorway. everyone is at a different heights because of the chairs and the sofas. man stands up in front of the coffee table facing me. he has short blond hair ( Read more... )

It is perfectly acceptable to stay indoors for the majority of the day.

Update from Berlin. WEll Im fucking knackered put it that way. Ive danced so much over the last three weeks that my knees and ankles are literally falling apart ( Read more... )

all right you lot! how the hell is it going ( Read more... )

Thursday nears. My flight details are burnt into my brain. One month. Away and out of here for a month. Europes real capital of culture. Berlin. Still in it's infancy. A place you can still be a part of. Or so I'm led to believe. Will I want to come back to Leeds? Shithole of England? Pit of the North? Condensed and ouderous turd of ( Read more... )

And so begins the day of movement ( Read more... )

Want to go and see a fucking boss film ( Read more... )

I ransacked my bedroom last night ( Read more... )