Urg. First day back at school. For all the little shits that is, not for me. Today on the way to work I had to navigate hundreds of cars driven by mothers who haven’t gotten in one for 3 months. Gingerly travelling at not more than 5 miles an hour as they try and remember which pedal does what whilst their kids fight it out in the back seat. Joy. And this on top of Bob Cunting Crowe’s amazing tube strike which means that there’s more cars on the road. Sometimes I just want to take a gun to people. slowly making my way through the month of hell with no money. TJ should be giving me a bit of rent tomorrow, hopefully, so that’ll help, but overall it sucks. That’s the last time I randomly buy a laptop Am seriously considering taking advantage of the work cycle scheme. I may sell my old one and then get a shiny new one that’s a bit more hard wearing. I took my bike in for a service last week and was told that the fork suspension is a bit buggered because “they’re not meant to last that long”. I’ve only had it 3 years. Sillyness. Keep meaning to find the time to ebay lots of stuff. It’s rubbish. I think “I should do it” then I think “but I won’t get the money straight away” and then days pass and if I’d have done it days ago I’d have the money. Slowly summer is slipping away. What little summer there was. SAD will kick in soon. This autumn will be heavy with suicides. So be thankful, dear readers, it won’t be you. Kris Searle is getting reviewed and played on Radio Kent on 14th Sept. Dominic King show, 6pm. Fuuun. Boris has announced he’ll “change the congestion charge”. The hippy stoners and stupid gays will vote for Brian Paddick. Could this be the end for Ken? The cynical part of me can see a plot to oust him. Splitting the left vote, forcing a strike when there’s no reason to (Bob Crowe is not a socialist, he’s a rich businessman, nomatter what the press’d have you believe), watching his support dwindle. Sucks. I think Ken is better than the rest of them and should be protected as a national treasure. EmoShort: <> I think of settling down, but more and more I cannot see it happening in London. AKQA has offices all around the world and I’m mulling over the possibilities of requesting a transfer somewhere else, somewhere away from the UK. A part of me wants to settle here, but it’s so very expensive at the moment that I would be doing myself a disservice. Plus I feel stagnant once again, wanderlust is hitting me and I don’t currently have the funds to go a wandering. Which is no fun. Plus I’m increasingly missing having someone to go wandering with, which is a bit bad considering I’ve never really had anyone to go wandering with cept for Chris and I really didn’t see him enough when we were together to go wandering anywhere. I long to be able to get up early on a Saturday morning and go out and do things with someone I love. Maybe I’m getting dappy in my old age. Maybe it’s the weather. I don’t know. Night swimming deserves a quiet night. So says my oggplayer to me. Prettiness. Speaking of pretty, I’ve been reading lyrics for songs by Portishead that I really really love. But I’ve never really listened to the lyrics, which is unlike me. So, for your delectation I shall dedicate Roads to you all: <