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just to quell everyones beliefs that i typed that gargantuan hairy email during company time, i didnt. i typed it in the early hours of each night via candlelight with an old 50s type writer.but what i did ,was etch my thoughts into my forearm with a bllunt rusty meat cleaver so as not to forget them.
lo and behold a new week began and i am thankful. last week was pretty toit. benny from my office chooned me he was keen on a footie match, and i responeded with an , 'ai i is there like a bear'. and so last tuesday we blazed a trail outa the office so fast that before you could finish reading the irish book of inventions or the ethiopian cook book we were at the station and off to Loftus road footbal stadium we did go.the home of queens park rangers, a mighty side indeed. its absurd cos the stadium sits at the intersection of south africa road and bloemfontein road.we sat in south africa stand.these folk here go nutter for their footie teams,they swig their booze,munch their fat chips,stick their kids in little supporters t-shirts, swear like a storm trooper and chant great lil warcries.all making for a fun family night out,the only problem is chances are if u support a shyte 1st division team,then you gonna go home cryin week after week.anyhoo the game turned out allright,it was a little school boy-ish.football was far from the greatest,and mark fish put in a sterlingly shyte performance.
thursday 11th saw me with my classical cd collection amounting to zero and many other classical aficienados mosey on over to the royal albert hall, its a concert hall, a round one in south kensington. its interior is decked out in red plush seats and red curtains,a real pimpin 60s fit out. anyhoo the cheap seats were being sold round back, didnt i feel like a commoner. so i splashed out 4 quid and went to stand in the 'golden circle'.the circle is in front of the musicians, so youre basically right up their nostrils, and only an armstretch away from scratching their foreheads,-i suppose the acoustics arent so great at depth.so im standing in the pit minding, minding how hot it is and i happen to over hear a conversation. the lil lady, 'so she's got a new interest. the old dude in khakis responds, 'right, a boy friend?, whats his name?' she replies, ' a horse, its a horse.' welcome to london my dear boysatnding within the pit with me was like standing in a bag of liquirice allsorts,there were just so many types of different folks.the one oak that killed me was this old dude, a scrawny rat i might add,with shoulder blade length greasy gray hair, wearing his cycling kit-.cooked,
sunday carved it up like a carazy man at the design museum.it was uber toit cos they had the history of the surf board exhibition. now im loving surfing,its culture,its freedom its creativity and the surfer uber babes that seemd to enjoy it too. did i mention the great view of the thames from the museum.it was also groovy cos this museum was like the mini-me of museums,1/8th the size of nearly every other museum i had trekked through, so one could complete the museum with daylight to spare.oh and the toilets.you see im a lad that can appreciate a well designed toilet.i hope the dude takin a leak didnt mind the photo i took....oh well.
wednesday the 17th saw me tubing my way to limehouse, a once town hall, then a boxing gym and now a venue for DORKBOTS conventions, dork being the operative word.and oh my word were there dorks.this was a proper geek fest housed in a truelly colonial mansion-symetrical staicases,extremely high ceilings, ornate wrought iron balustrading,a massive glass window covered in growing ivy lighting the stariwel ,real timber strip floors and a whole lot o geek-izadry. great building indeed. the leader of the revolution was this spaniard, probably alfonso was his name,he like many of these other turbo nerds had big afros, glasses, and spoke a language i had only read about in comic books or seen in late 80s movies.anyway the first techie freak ,ben,,went on about a database of foods which he had scripted in the form of a computer programme, anyhoo he's hoping that a potential cook can grip his/her laptop, type in carrots and come out with about a gazillion things a human can do with carrots.so not to bore me or you folks ill kill this stroy pronto, but believe me it was atrue story.
farewell folks, this weekend sees me in manchester the home of man united.ooh cant waitfrom the scratchings of a lad who listened to the jackson 5 growing up, adieu