Archive for the 'The London Adventures' Category

Begin

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

A filter exists, between my mind and my typing, protecting the tender inner parts of my psyche from the harsh eye of those who know me. Today it’s on holiday.
This story begins the sleepless night I received my exam results after my second year at University. I’d failed and in doing so, had almost totally […]

I am mad

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

I had reached 2nd stage for a training contract in January this month but today received an email telling me I’d not made it to the 3rd. Which is a shame because that was the last application I had on the fire. It looks like I shall be repaying my student debt at Birds Eye.
I […]

Some People Have Real Problems

Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

As the battery warning symbol began to flicker on my mouse, I clicked the email notifier and waited for gMail to load. I looked at the time – 10:55.
‘Shit’, I said.
As I went down the titles, one read ‘Human Resources’. They don’t send emails out […]

104/12 - January 2008

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Read:
#1 - Belle Du Jour, The Intimate Adventures of a London Call-Girl by ‘Belle Du Jour’.
Reading:
The Yiddish Policeman’s Union by Michael Chabon
Zodiac by Robert Graysmith
Up Next:
The Naked Jape by Jimmy Carr and Lucy Greaves
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemmingway
Don’t Feed the Ducks by Liam O’Connell
Purchased:
Vineland by Thomas Pynchon
It’s Superman by Tom DeHaven
Crash by […]

The Perils of Penelope

Saturday, January 19th, 2008

‘Get me a Lawyer!’
‘But Harvey, you are a lawyer!’
‘I mean a good one!’
I’m still reeling from my Magistrates court summons for non payment of council tax. It’s infuriating from the standpoint that it’s not only grossly ridiculous, deleterious to my being a solicitor, it’s also horribly miss-applied.
I had sent my first council tax exemption form […]

Reading, Writing… (part one of two)

Thursday, January 17th, 2008

I sat in the library hammering out the first chapter of that novel, the one that’s been fudging around in my head for (now) quite literally, years. Sadly upon re-reading I had the violent compulsion to wrench the screen from it’s wall mounting, throw it to the floor and beat it with my […]