We're East!

Right, where do I start...

... went off on a binge with the team last week, bliss! Everthing went bit blurred from midnight, vaguely remember my client having a go and talking to him on the phone after he left. Apparently we both decided to ignore that. Phew. It's bad nuff everyone noticed there was something going on, but hey, this is London, it's supposed to be like this!

... Sunday early morning then moving to my friend's place... once we had all my crap in his flat we went back to Balham for a last goodbye (aye, I'll miss the place) and I headed back later afternoon... just to find out that there was no electricity. MOIK! For fuck's sake! What a start... so I had to go down to the pub (you know, it's not fun sitting in complete darkness and no heating) to watch the footie.

Anyway. I think I'm getting used to living in Beckton, I'm pretty sure it's going to take a while as it's completely different (the kitchen's in the livingroom, which is cool - but in parts, which isn't - and that's just the start). But hey I'm there to help sorting that shit out and that's what I'm going to do. And Mike's well normal compared to my bonkers ex-flatmate (and drinking buddy and drug buddy and good friend anyway) G - so I'm looking forward to having a few healthy, responsible and quiet weeks.

What else... oh yeah. Remember K, the cutie next door. So I had the impression it wasn't all said or done there - and I was right. Got an email Monday morning off his new work addy - "whoey", I thought, "there we go". Classic - got well excited until I started reading it... "you maybe should get tested..." it said. WTF? In the meantime it's turned out that he's probably having a pretty boring cystitis, and he's winding up all the girls he's slept with in the last weeks. Bloody shame I'm one of them - so much about "I thought it would be different this time".

So, Monday started off being a real pain, until I got my salary cheque... which is about a grand on top of what I should get, for some tax reason, fuck knows, I'm having it! Yay! But I'm trying to be sensible, not splashing it out within the first ten days and actually paying off my debt back home. Which I will do. Today. Actually. Could do it now...

Anyway. The most disturbing thing is, that I seem to be quite happy about the fact K's talking to me (well I couldn't, had deleted his phone number), but I'm not going there. NO. NOOOOO.

Move ya!

Right, so I'm moving East in a couple of days (errrr... 5 to be precise) and I haven't done anything yet - as in getting my shit together, doing the paperwork and all that. It's awful... I can't wait to move away, but still - I do like it here and it feels like an aera is coming to an end (... aera of boozing, drugs, sleep deprivation, too much fish & chips... you name it. we had fun, yeah).

Still think it's wrong that K isn't speaking to me and I kinda regret I deleted all his details (... in the heat of the moment, that was). Although I know where to find him I rather put my head down and get on, it's all too familiar - been there, done that... Now that Robin's coming back to London sometime in December (he was sent off to Scotland after his training) he might ease it a bit. Need a rest, some peace in my mind (that comes from the inside and not from two bottles of wine).

The grass is greener when you're fucked (my words) - the grass in greener without the pain (someone else's).

Call it time, then

Oh oh oh, another night getting completely shitfaced - I sent my first country live on Tuesday and couldn't think of anything better than wetting the (Polish) baby's head at the +venture down the road...

... after a few beers and loads of Jaegermeister it's ended, somehow - that thing with K (bless him, but he needs to grow up, and I need to shut the fuck up). Was well gutted but hey - nam nulla est sine causa, innit!

TF it's Friday again, off for a couple of drinks with Minkey - should be good!

Trying not to be...

... clingy, insecure, control-freak, end-of-world-mood, anxious... you name it!

So, I went off home for the weekend and managed to get half way through Monday until I finally couldn't hold myself back anymore and sent an email to K - bloody game playing you say? It is indeed, but I just don't want to fuck it up, that's why.

I don't think it's ideal, this holding back, playing hard to get, not being available - but it's the name of the game and I better play it. It's bizarre! Can't eat, can't stop thinking of him, classic - I'm smitten.

'part from that, shedloads of work and lots going on at the office - I'm well grateful for that, otherwise I couldn't get that silly grin out of my face ever! And... still off Charlie... Yes!

Relax...

Right, so I'm at my folks place, repairing two laptops (whoey) and installing the crap back on... don't you just love it?

Still walking around with a silly grin, can't wait to go home altough being away for a bit made me feel more insecure about the whole thing with K. Ah well, might have to wait, then - che sera, sera. (wise words out of my mouth, I see you cringe, mates!)

Go have a listen to Audio Bullys I'm in love and Zero 7's Destiny, wicked tracks, go down well with a bottle of wine and fresh tagliatelle with mushrooms, yay.

Hollywood-ish

I was on my way back from work Tuesday night, well late already, in a ridiculously rammed train carriage (I couldn't really breathe actually) when I saw this guy smiling at me... Hollywood, he said yesterday, and he's kind of right. Because when we got to Balham we met again on the stairs and started talking. And realised we been living only 30 yards from each other - for months.

Anyway... passing the bar on the way home he took me in for a drink, and that's where the trouble starts - me staying at his place, him staying at mine, that weird feeling you know somebody for much longer than only the two days, that head spinning thing, not wanting to let go (well maybe because it was 7am...).

And then, last night, on the way home from the boozer, we went to grab a bottle from his fridge, and there was his mate, and we started talking and... then he said, come on, let's go home. And that's where we went.

Better shut up now, too much Hollywood and too much Serendipity - watch this space!

Dirty Bastard London

I've seen it coming for a while, but just wouldn't want to know. Being off any mind altering substances means my head started thinking again, and not only nice things. Really, really miss being in love and although I hate to admit it, I could do with a proper man. Thanks Mike... :-)

Anyway, just had a phone call from an ex-workmate, I've let her know that my company has a position on she might be interested (and I think she'd well fit in). Haven't told her about my bounty payment yet, tho. We'll see, could do with a grand, eh!

Speaking to her has somehow improved my barking mad mood - and the fact that I'm going to get us two tickets to the Hammers game on Jan 2nd (playing Chelsea, whoey) - love it! Fingers crossed I get'em although it's going to cost a fortune, but hey. And then I'll fly home on Friday (my Mum's notebook needs to be taken care of), will see my best mate V on Saturday for a fab night out and come back Sunday... Gee. Don't know what I'm worried about actually, I'm doing fine - it's just the little one inside me asking if I'm heading in the right direction. Midlife crisis that is.

Where's my hangover

Well well, had to head back to Plan B last night as I had to say thanks to the guys helping my mate... ok, that was a lie, wante to see that boy again *g*
Right, score - got his name, his number and a date. Fab. Met another guy there and I'm now kicking myself I didn't want his - buggered off just before I changed my mind, urgs!

Right, have to get my system going somehow - nice day outside, off for a run!

Day 367

It's taken me over a year and last night - taaaa - I finally got around a visit to one of the three gazillion museums here. We made it to this one:

Between past and future: New photography and video from China

Loved it! One of my workmates did some digging and found his favourite (and my second favourite) piece called Familiy Tree.

Well, and that's that actually - off for a drink tonight with Scott, the guy I met on Saturday, and thank fuck it's Friday tomorrow.

P.S. Still haven't touched charlie, I'm well proud of myself!

There's always a first time

Whoey. Reckon I have to go back to the good old Benny Scale of Fuckedness this time. Very, very scary that was (at the time I thought it was funny, tho), but from the start:

Shopping on Saturday, High Street Ken (thanks, we're coming back, although it's like little Oxford Street but pricier) - quick salad and quiche at a french brasserie (gooood), shooting back home for shower and Saturday night gear. By ten at Plan B in Brixton, starting to drink (you knew it's about that...).

Well. At 1am I I realised my friend disappeared - ha! - I thought she was just like me and would show up half an hour later but... I eventually found her talking to God - the big white telephone... argh... she didn't want to move so the bouncers (who found us in the meantime) dragged her upstairs and made he lay down on one of the sofas.

Ten minutes later we had a doctor there, and he heard her asking for an ambulance - so another 10 minutes later they picked us up. Quick ride to A&E, the nurse took her over, blood pressure and blood sugar test, another 5mins and there was the doctor (had to convince my friend to get the needle...).

So... all in all, right funny actually - were back home at 5am, had to shoot off the next morning for a proper full english and a haircut, reckon she was well hung over :-)

What I actually wanted to say... The people at Plan B were wicked. They didn't try to get rid of us, au contraire, they insisted we should get an ambulance, and everybody was really sweet (although they were clearly pissed off with us).

Same for the ambulance drivers, and everyone at the A&E (which was clean and we had no waiting time!).

Means - I could get fucked anytime here. And still know I'd be alright?

Maybe not. We were pretty lucky I guess, but it makes it a bit more like home-ish, anyway. It wasn't that bad (and the guy at A&E was well cute, eh).

By the way. Still not doing Charlie. Quite proud of it actually. Even more now that I've seen the Danniella Westbrook thing last night. Uargh! No nose! No brain! Yuk...