"So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye"

I was presented with a box of Thorntons for my birthday a month ago, and I've got down to the last pieces of chocolate. I'm left with choices between Lemon Parfait and Strawberry Velvet. Why can't Thorntons make one standard mixed tray, and then one tray underneath brimming with caramels?

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I went out bowling last night in Bloombury for a dear friend's 24th birthday. It was wicked. We bowled, drank, ate (I had veggie sliders - teeny tiny burgers exactly like in Harold and Kumar get the Munchies), and then we did karaoke. To be honest I was slightly worried about the karaoke, having never really done it before, but I must say it's the way forward from now on.

I've been having an introspective week though, as I had to say goodbye to a couple of friends who are moving out of London. They're good friends, people who I felt close enough to go to the cinema with, go to the Globe with, eat with, perhaps not live with or go away with - but getting there. I've known them about 3 years, and they were friends of a friend who left London last year, so it was nice to be friends with them on my own terms, i.e. we have no connection to each other other than the fact that we all like each other's company. It's amazing when you realise this, that you can be friends with people through friends; it just slowly evolves without anyone noticing it. I always wonder whether there's a watershed moment in the development of a friendship, perhaps there is but you never notice it. I always thought it's when you first eat together with someone, coz you're never really as vulnerable as when you're eating.

Anyway we toasted to 'new beginnings', had a chinese, talked, then there were watery eyes. It was a 'see you soon', rather than a final goodbye, but I'm sure I'll see them again. I once said a heartfelt goodbye to a person who was leaving for Sydney 3 times before I finally saw her go, and that was because I kept bumping into her the next day. The last time we just said 's'laters' and left it at that.

Pizza GoGo

I went to my spinning class at the gym today. It was pretty good, raced around to the sounds of 1990s dance music. A woman in front and to the right of me kept turning round and glancing in my direction, which was a bit weird. She had long curly black hair, which flicked like a mane everytime she turned her head. It got me a bit paranoid after a while. She also had a sort of rash on her hands - but she was not unnattractive.

Then I went home and had a 15" pizza from Pizza Gogo for £6.95 with chips. I feel a bit sick now, and a little dizzy. I'm watching Davina McCall on School's Question Time, and it appears she's starting to talk sense, so I think it's time to go to bed.

Freedom

Alan Johnston was freed today. That's good news.

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'Bryman' today asked me why he's never mentioned in my blog. It's funny when people (who never read my blog) complain that they're never mentioned. If I was harsh, I'd say it's because they never say anything that will stay with me. But that's not true of Bryman - he's the wisest 20 year old I know.

I think the real reason is because this blog is a small but important outlet for the mundaneity in my life. It contains nuggets of all the little things I subconsciously absorb throughout the week, and consciously think about later on in reflection. It's not the important stuff. The important stuff is the day to day stuff, e.g. moving out, changing jobs, (all stuff that I'm currently doing). But that never interests me, I suppose. It's also really hard to write about the real stuff in an interesting way.

[I'll try it now:

I'm moving out to go back to London, and changing jobs at the same time. Lot's of people are leaving work, including my partner in the Kids' Section (the other member of Team Kenicky). I went out for Moody's 25th (the day before mine), in Islington, went to Bar Rumba (had a great time), got the nightbus, was sick on myself, got off the nightbus which was blockaded at Wood Green because (according to the police) there's "a nutter running around with an axe. We've got him located in this cordened off section, but you'll have to walk around it". One birthday segued into another, and after a few cocktails, I ended up onstage with my shirt off with two of my mates. Then I flew to Portugal the next day. (All in all I had about 8 hours sleep in 48 hours). I laid in the sun and read about 1000 pages. I read John Sutherland's Boy Who Loved Books, the rest of My So-Called Life by Joanna Nadin, all of Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince, and a couple of articles in the London Review of Books.]


So, whenever me and Bryan talk about society or terrorism, therefore, it'll never go in the blog (but it might stay with me).

When we talk about vaginas on elbows, on the other hand, well that's another story.

Back from hols

Yes, back from Portugal now. It turned out a nice week in the end, about 28C the last couple of days. But me and my mum almost died when we tried to scramble over rocks to reach a beach and waves hit us, nearly onto said rocks.

We didn't die though.