Camden Town. Thursday, 11:10pm.
A day much like the others of the moment - up at 7 or so, quick or no breakfast of toast and coffee and OJ. Dash to work (from leaving the house to waking up is less than 20 mins), walk to the tube, half hour on busy tube to London Bridge, 10 mins to Lewisham, walk to bus stop, 5 or 10 mins on bus and work.
Work is emails, phonecalls, software, coffee, and more phonecalls. Stress of some kind is usual. Lunch is often the 2 or 3 pints of Guinness with the bosses, or just a pasty and roll and coffee.
Home is the reverse journey, often home by 6:10pm or so. What a grind. Still, I can do it for a year I guess, if I have to.
Today though was a conference in Chessington, and a trip to an office in Hove. No work all day and about 150 miles. Much nicer.
Evening, spent 3 pints on the roof of the Lock Tavern, reading the Unbearable Lightness of Being, which in turn depresses and sometimes uplifts me slightly. It's a well thought out book, but when love is laid waste, to its bare bones, it isn't pretty to look at. I think that between A Lover's Discourse and TULoBm my original idea of love will vanish.
Anyway, enough introspective wanking. Also read the Old Man and the Sea recently, which was marvellous indeed. What else? Gogol's Stories of a Madman, or rather, Diary of; The Alchemist and what else? I can't recall.
I'm unfit and shunning exercise, my diet is good though...
Went to a party with Laura T the other night - first time to see her in a year, I guess. She's fine and the same as ever. We've broken our patterns, as we got drunk together and didn't sleep together. She's going to learn how to make stew with me (teacher) this Sunday.
Tired, tired, tired.
Time for bed.