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Wednesday 15.8.01 What I think I like most about the internet is the amount of random people who use it. Now, I thought I ranted a lot about things which most people couldn't give a shite about. I still do. But this guy has set up a site specifically dealing with the fact that he has been banned from chaining his bike to some railings in London. So he chains other stuff to them instead, in protest. The name of the site? www.whatshouldiputonthefence.com. Inspired. Thursday 16.8.01 OK, now I feel old. It's a year since my A level results were published. A whole, bloody year. Fine, so I passed them all, just about, and got to Uni, which I love, but I've already been there 12 months...very scary. More scary, the shit is going to hit the fan with some force next year, because I got through my exams by the skin of my fingernails and am not near finishing my reading for next year. This adds support to my theory that I really should be studying something like fish-farm management at Scunthorpe technical college... Friday 17.8.01 I remember being incredibly relieved when skateboarding went out of fashion along with leggings and Bill Haley and his Comets. Frankly, the ability to be able to stand on a (moving) bit of plywood with wheels on always escaped me, so the realisation that I didn't have to look like a moron wherever I went (i.e. on foot) was enormous. And yet, walking through Watford yesterday, everyone under about the age of 20 was riding one. This is not good news. Saturday 18.8.01 Went to the Victoria & Albert Museum glass-sculpture exhibition with Nat and Becky yesterday. Narrowly avoiding the £5 entry fee, we walked through breathing a sigh of relief: although very pretty, the exhibition is small and slightly off-the-wall (and, in some cases, on the ceiling.) I mean, I admit that this sort of art is pretty, but you have to ask yourself: Would you really want a 30ft-high red and yellow glass phallus in your back garden? Sunday 19.8.01 It's not often that I'm in central London early in the morning. But I had to get into work at a silly hour yesterday, and realised for the first time quite how wonderful the city is at that time. Don't get me wrong - I love London, even though it is a smelly, dirty, crime-ridden toilet. But in the morning with very few people around and a crimson dawn creeping over the rooftops; it really is quite magical. Monday 20.8.01 Having raved yesterday about London, it's now time to turn my attention to Bristol, since, like you do, I found myself going down there for lunch yesterday to see my brother. It really is a lovely city, and, although not a patch on this place, I could live there. Tuesday 21.8.01 Driven almost to despair by nightmare trainer-shopping expedition. I don't know what's happened to trainers since I last bought them, but they're much mroe bloody expensive than I remember. And the thing is that I don't give a crap whether they've got air-bubbles or rocket-launchers or whatever in - I just don't want to look like a moron and feel comfortable. But to find a normal-looking pair of running shoes under £30? Impossible. And the funny thing is that I was, naturellement, a regular on the sports field when I was younger, and am now (and Kath - if you send me such as one email saying anything along the lines of 'bollocks' I will know what to do about it), but bits of sweat-shop made rubber have definitely never been that bloody pricey. Add to that the fact that it's the Summer sales, and there are therefore millions of mothers looking at the same pair of budget jobs that I am and all of their mad offspring running crazily round my feet...I can tell you, I'd rather go running barefoot. |
