Win some, lose some
No theme or method behind this entry, just found myself at home early enough for Ch4 News and realised it's a long time since I saw what was going on in the world. The usual mix of chaos, pathos and surreality. I'm pretty certain that the perceived detatchment from world affairs is connected with an increase in the tone and tempo of my social life, and less time in front of the TV. A certain hedonistic tendency prevailed this past coupla weeks that hasn't been evident since January. Friday in particular, hanging with the party people of a Shoreditch basement, reminded us both of Berlin, back on that first weekend of December.
Good times, and a richer experience of the city than I've allowed myself for a long time. The expected fatigue hasn't really materialised, which is also encouraging in terms of my general health. I am feeling a little guilty, but this demonstrates a recognition of the need for self-restraint... hopefully! The sun came out today after what had also been a pretty dull weekend, which also helps given that we sleept through a good share of the daylight hours. I was take it easy next weekend, but then I got a Wang email, reminding me that there's a Haywire session on Friday night!
During Saturdays chill period I watched Arsenal nick the F.A Cup from under Man Utd's noses, like Ninja diamond thieves in a dodgy crime-caper. Lehmann first kept them in it, when Rooney and Ronaldo roamed through the field at will, and then saved them, literally, in the penalty shootout. I amost felt sorry for the scum, probably because it reminded me of Chelsea's scuppered assault on the Anfield Massive. On Sunday I slept through Chelsea's victory parade, several miles from the Kings Road, but reading Frank Lampard's football writers acceptance speech, eating out that evening, kind of made my day. Good on you Frankie, keeping things, and other people, in perspective... even when you couldn't dream of more personal success.
Quite the opposite of Blair, as the Ch4 documentary that follows the news shows, exposing the synthetic events and 'black-ops' orchestrated by Labour activists in the weeks leading up the election day. Laughable really, but then it worked, didn't it.
Good times, and a richer experience of the city than I've allowed myself for a long time. The expected fatigue hasn't really materialised, which is also encouraging in terms of my general health. I am feeling a little guilty, but this demonstrates a recognition of the need for self-restraint... hopefully! The sun came out today after what had also been a pretty dull weekend, which also helps given that we sleept through a good share of the daylight hours. I was take it easy next weekend, but then I got a Wang email, reminding me that there's a Haywire session on Friday night!
During Saturdays chill period I watched Arsenal nick the F.A Cup from under Man Utd's noses, like Ninja diamond thieves in a dodgy crime-caper. Lehmann first kept them in it, when Rooney and Ronaldo roamed through the field at will, and then saved them, literally, in the penalty shootout. I amost felt sorry for the scum, probably because it reminded me of Chelsea's scuppered assault on the Anfield Massive. On Sunday I slept through Chelsea's victory parade, several miles from the Kings Road, but reading Frank Lampard's football writers acceptance speech, eating out that evening, kind of made my day. Good on you Frankie, keeping things, and other people, in perspective... even when you couldn't dream of more personal success.
Quite the opposite of Blair, as the Ch4 documentary that follows the news shows, exposing the synthetic events and 'black-ops' orchestrated by Labour activists in the weeks leading up the election day. Laughable really, but then it worked, didn't it.
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