In a strange city. One might feel this is somewhat unexpected or somewhat expected depending on your point of view, but still. Sometimes things just hit you a bit. It took me 10 years to get over the fact I was living in London. I’d often just stop on a street corner and marvel at the sight of so many big buildings. I miss that sense of wonder, I really do. Moved to Charlottenburg at the weekend — a much nicer flat, 4th floor with a balcony instead of ground floor with bars on the windows. Heating that works instead of a boiler that goes out every couple of days leaving you to wake up or get home frozen. The internets. A dishwasher/washing machine combination that doesn’t fry the fuses. Lightbulbs in the living room. That kinda thing. There be some pics on flickr (or facebook) if you wish to have a peer. Been feeling a bit ropey the last couple of days. I have a bad taste in the back of my throat that won’t go away, having had a peer it could be a throat infection so I’m gonna take it easy for the next couple of days and see if it goes away. Stressed at the moment too, so not sleeping too well. I’ve had a week of classic anxiety dreams, everything from watching my gran fall down the stairs to being made homeless to dying. My brain doesn’t like being out of control much and reminds me to sort myself out So mamy plans depend on so many variables. It’s challenging. I’m not exactly being as proactive as I could be and the people close to me are getting it in the neck a little at the moment as my brain, frustrated with the lack of changes it can force upon me, tries to force them upon everyone else. And whilst I deride other people for being reactionary and not realising it I’m actually doing the same, which is somewhat poor of me. Still, we live to learn. Back in London this weekend, which will be good as it’s payday and I’m missing L more than I should be really. Which he’ll probably find sweet as he gets crushed to death with hugs, but isn’t exactly useful for either of us Tempted by the idea of Discomon on Saturday night. Is anyone else going? Ms Krotkrot sent me an invite and I’ve never been, but I went to his last effort and it was marvellous fun, complete with a musical cabaret version of The Silence of the Lambs — small clips of which can be found here and here Flying back here on Sunday, but this time from Heathrow as, irritatingly, they’ve stopped the flights from City Airport. Can’t be helped really. Three weeks in a row this time, first weekend I’m having L out, treatments allowing and stuff. Second weekend, Mum and Andy are coming to visit. So I’d better make sure I keep the flat spotless for them... Things I’m amused by, number 1. Viscount Rothermere. He’s the man that owns the hate spewing shitsheet that is the Daily Mail. Amusingly, it’s been discovered that he’s a non dom, living in France, apparently, to avoid paying tax here. Someone should tell the Daily Mail, they’d be outraged! ...oh. And I’ve not even started on the fact that the group is owned through tax havens such as Bermuda There’s a demo on Tuesday about it and you can read more in Private Eye or on their website - though I’d suggest buying it, the cooking tips alone are worth the 17 groats. (I must remember to do this) Dollhouse continues to grow on me. It was quite silly in the first couple of episodes. I know Joss’s work and know how he sometimes takes a bit of time to find his footing so have been watching it mostly out of loyalty, but the last episode, the Joss penned “Man on the Street” was Joss on top form and most definitely kicked the show into shape a little. What with the end of the awfully tedious but terribly popular BSG, Her