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Living out of a suitcase
Mar. 14th, 2007 09:35 pmSo, technically I should be at a Thea Gilmore gig right now? But I was going with my mum, who got called by the hospital unexpectedly, and I am far too tired and mental to go myself anywhere tonight. (Seriously. Absolutely everyone I've spoken has asked why I sound so worn out, and I'd like to know that myself, considering I had eleven hours of sleep last night.) So I had two tickets going at the last minute, not to sell but to give away, and some phonecalls revealed ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soupytwist and her flatmate as the new proud owners. I do hope they're having a good time.
I'm actually not that disappointed about not going. I mean, I did want to go, but my brain is so terribly fried right now that being home is much better for me. And being home is great. My last couple of days in Oxford now feel gloriously behind me - nothing good happened, certainly nothing is worth recording about them - and I got home yesterday and have spent lots of the time since just sitting, and talking to my parents, and not doing much of anything at all. It is immensely calm-making to be at home. To speak Hindi, badly, and smell incense, and to curl up in the midst of quiet television-and-family noise - these are the things I've missed. I would have been more peeved tonight if the tickets were actually going to waste, but they're not and my mental health is getting better, too.
And so. And so, and so, I went to the bookshop today, and bought a book, and asked them what had been happening in my three months' absence, to which the answer was: "Nothing, really... we haemorrhaged money, the guy putting up our new signs turned out to possibly dyslexic, possibly deaf, but probably stupid..."
I said, "I wondered why there's a sign above bestsellers that says 'New Files.'"
"...we had no customers, nothing much. Oh, and Bernie nearly went to prison."
A customer came in then, so it was some time before I got to hear the story, that involved an unpaid bill, British Gas, an army of bailiffs, etc., etc. I said hello to them all, waved at the odd customer who came in and recognised me, and went down the street past a news headline board that said "Fly-Tipping Mars Beauty Spot". Small-village life does occasionally have its charms.
That said, I'm going down to London tomorrow, and I'm not going to be back here for a month. And I kind of want to stay here. Anyway. I've got to go, and probably I will have a great time. The thing is, I don't really know how much internet access I'm going to have. So I might disappear for a while - if anyone wants to meet up in London or anything, give me a ring - but I'll be back when I can. Hope to see some of you soon.
soupytwist and her flatmate as the new proud owners. I do hope they're having a good time.I'm actually not that disappointed about not going. I mean, I did want to go, but my brain is so terribly fried right now that being home is much better for me. And being home is great. My last couple of days in Oxford now feel gloriously behind me - nothing good happened, certainly nothing is worth recording about them - and I got home yesterday and have spent lots of the time since just sitting, and talking to my parents, and not doing much of anything at all. It is immensely calm-making to be at home. To speak Hindi, badly, and smell incense, and to curl up in the midst of quiet television-and-family noise - these are the things I've missed. I would have been more peeved tonight if the tickets were actually going to waste, but they're not and my mental health is getting better, too.
And so. And so, and so, I went to the bookshop today, and bought a book, and asked them what had been happening in my three months' absence, to which the answer was: "Nothing, really... we haemorrhaged money, the guy putting up our new signs turned out to possibly dyslexic, possibly deaf, but probably stupid..."
I said, "I wondered why there's a sign above bestsellers that says 'New Files.'"
"...we had no customers, nothing much. Oh, and Bernie nearly went to prison."
A customer came in then, so it was some time before I got to hear the story, that involved an unpaid bill, British Gas, an army of bailiffs, etc., etc. I said hello to them all, waved at the odd customer who came in and recognised me, and went down the street past a news headline board that said "Fly-Tipping Mars Beauty Spot". Small-village life does occasionally have its charms.
That said, I'm going down to London tomorrow, and I'm not going to be back here for a month. And I kind of want to stay here. Anyway. I've got to go, and probably I will have a great time. The thing is, I don't really know how much internet access I'm going to have. So I might disappear for a while - if anyone wants to meet up in London or anything, give me a ring - but I'll be back when I can. Hope to see some of you soon.
