recycling is fun

i love throwing the glass and tin cans into the recycle bin and hearing the clings and clangs. guessing which bottle will smash. i know of no theory which can guarantee you a 100% correct guess record. for i thought i had it until threw the last one and guessed incorrectly. dont you hate it when you lie to yourself about those kind of things. pretending you got it right and you know you were wrong. common occurrence in your life and you should shoot yourself: full stop, period.

moral of this story
the moral of this song,
is one should not be where one belong.

disclosing infomation

i would like to spend the next five minutes here writing my bank details so you can hack on to my account and use my money. but i wont. instead i will talk about london. in particular london on the 10 november. this is when london came to a halt because of an unprecedented number of students whom took to the streets against the proposed higher education cuts. it was a show of defiance, encouragement that we know what is right. the regressive nature of the cuts make it a completely unacceptable policy that should be stopped. how to go about it? violence, demonstrations, strikes, party. i dont know but do something and do it know.

winter warmth

the best things about england:

fried full english
warm duvet beds in winter
friendly people who seem friendlier for all the unsociable dicks you usually meet
roast dinners
cheap alcohol
binge drinking
crude, sarcastic, vulgar culture

and, a one off entrant to the list in light of recent events:

protesters who know how to riot.

sickwans.

curry mile.

now i feel back, just walked through my favourite strip, curry mile. plumes of shisha wafting out the arabic shops, bright lights from the neon bollywood record shop, people buying their vegetables in pakistani rupee, fat indian man chewing on his paan with a toothless mouth, smell of tandoori chicken, the friendly smile from the check out woman at the green grocers, the sounds of sub-continent dialects, , the begging woman and then the blacked out mercedes with little northern patter wetting me, just in case i forgot where i was.

nivea sos.

what ever happened to wireless internet in a double bed on a full stomach of roast chicken?

uni thats what happened.

distance and perspective

distance and perspective are tit and tat. your perspective on shit changes with distance. a new perspective affects your emotional distance. im pretty far away right now, and the further away from something you are the easier it is to see the broader picture. both on your focus, and on where you stand. this is all pretty airy fairy, really, and doesnt have much to do with anything.

more importantly, im getting some yumcha tomorrow (yumcha, for you british, is a chinese style way of eating where the food is carried to all the tables around the restaurant on carts rather than ordering your food after looking at a menu). good food, rotated permanently around the tables on their worthy thrones, delivered right to your plate in an endless cycle of deliciousness. desert can come at any point, and the best thing is you dont know when to expect it. an easy little cliche for life, because the roast duck only comes round occaisionally and even if you dont want it when its right by your table you know you should probably take it, because it might not come around again until after you're gone.

upside down

im on the other side of the world, ennit. a lot of people say its a myth that shit's upside down over here. i dunno what they're talking about, everything seems pretty upside down to me.