September 2009
47 posts
The White Hotel in BXL has big screen imacs to use when you check your internet in the lobby. Fancy.
Freecycled a big suitcase and some coathangers. Feel way better about that than leaving it on the side of the road, which was Plan A.
Boat ride road trip tomorrow.
Like Platform 9 3/4, our flat doesn’t exist until you walk inside. Making it difficult to get a bank account.
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. And not in some introspective, existential way.
You can’t hurry love. Nor the post. Nor news about the job you recently interviewed for. You just have to … wait.
A Spot so Safe... →
Photolink Ryan looked down at the Very Important Document in his hand. Then he glanced at the folder on the desk in front of him; the folder where he kept very important documents. …
Losing at stuff sucks, but not nearly as bad as losing stuff.
Bought a bathroom shelf from an Irishman under a bridge.
Rats. My sitcom script didn’t make the cut for Sitcom Trials… http://www.sitcomtrials.co.uk/
Mamma mia, ho parlato un sacco di Italiano oggi. I mean I like it, but… basta!
Late-ish Indian food cookup chez ours. Dahl & eggplant.
I dance-fought a guy last night. My finishing move? Reverse wheelchair.
Bikeride to Canary Wharf.
It’s the day to be Talkin Like a Pirate Day already? Git yerself a nautical bent or git yerself bent. #squawk
Rage channeled into a letter. Now I can just sit back and wait for all the wrongs to get righted. Or I’m getting my sword..
RT @gavinpurcell: “Thanks Obama and I’m gonna let you finish but Canada had the best health care of all time.” http://bit.ly/MNPBs
I hope that guy made a point of using my name repeatedly because he knows his psychology, and not just to shame me for not knowing his.
Hot Hot Breath Karaoke →
Photolink Sometimes you don’t even know what you need - but manage to find it anyway.. On our first full night in London, we did a pub crawl of sorts. Looking for a kitchen still open…
New blogpost: Hot Breath Karaoke and the search for my song. http://bit.ly/Rqq1Y
So glad my bike got a flat right by the bike shop. The one bright spot of the incident..
Q: What’s the difference between a landlord and a slumlord? A: I don’t know and neither does my slumlord.
Home. There’s a bunch of stuff to do: build a fire, hunt, gather, take out the recycling etc.
Jumping through that beaureaucratic hoop would’ve been a snap if I’d remembered my fucking ID. Good thing I love line-ups.
I’m missing the brain chip that remembers to pack a toothbrush before going away. Using a sock dipped in mouthwash.
The nap may be just a cheap cousin of death, but gimme 20 minutes in the closet with one, and I’ll emerge a new man.
Back in Belgium. Already helped make a tiramisu. Should be a productive couple days.
Here I am printing stuff and making copies!! HOLY SHIT HAVING A PRINTER IS AWESOME.
Off to Broadway Market to hunt for 2nd-hand bike and 1st-hand cupcakes.
Waking up at 5am on Monday sounds terrible, but would I do it to save 20quid on a train ticket?
Sam the Van Man →
Photolink Moving sucks. But it sucks alot less when you can get somebody with a van to help. And by ‘somebody’ I mean a strong, friendly, guy whose name rhymes with ‘Van’ and who owns…
Brussels Backside →
In a completely unexpected and surprisingly poetic piece of symbolism for such a prosaic place, Brussels again rear-ended us. That’s once as a ‘how-do-ya-do’, and once again as a…
Wow. My math is bad… i should have another coffee.
My Aerocino milk frother now works just 1/3 of the time, meaning I drink 3 times as much coffee, but only 2/3 as many cappucinos.
Donut and coffee for breakfast, now hunched over keyboard. At this rate I just might eat four Big Macs for lunch.
Off to Borough High Street for a job interview.. Exciting to have a reason to go somewhere and do stuff.
Not much strains a relationship like a trip to IKEA.
B&B with fluffy duvet, homemade cake, terrace and big fresh breakfast FTW!!
Downside: their beautiful flat screen tv has a Nicolas Cage movie on, and it’s not Raising Arizona. It’s that or cricket.
Starting off 90 →
After an excruciating week, this island is starting to feel a lot more like home. Because we have a home, and we’ve got a bit of family - that’s all it takes. As of yesterday our London apartment…
Limited train service; London to Midlands, Sept 6 - the only date I’ve ever needed normal service to that area.
Hey! Party in the park across the street! Let’s go!
Call me old-fashioned, but a repair guy should be able to, you know, repair stuff.
Neighbour update: actually professional drummer. And drum teacher. I think he teaches beginners. Overall index change: no change.
Just joined 10:10 - the project to cut UK carbon emissions 10% in a single year. http://1010uk.org: an idea whose time has come. #1010
Parking fine is 60pounds, and we can’t get a permit. May have to drive car into canal.
Move to London full of hitches. Latest discovery: our neighbour is a drummer. A bad one.