|We love the city because it lets us down
||[Aug. 1st, 2007|10:26 pm]
John the shady indie denier
|||||Consequence - The Notwist||]|
Leicester. I now live there. If you do too, please get in touch. I need to re-establish a drinking, gigging, middle-class tea-partying network of some description.
I thought I ought to get that bit out of the way first - I can't imagine many people will make it to the end of this post, frankly!
So, gosh. Much has happened. When I last wrote, I was just about to finish my job, leave Aberystwyth, and embark on a trip around Europe. All of these things have, of course, now happened.
Leaving Aberystwyth was a little more emotional than I was expecting, but hugs and tears aside the whole process went fairly smoothly and painlessly. Fitting the amassed crap of 3 or 4 years of independent living into the back of my parents' Vauxhall Astra was not an easy task on any level. Practical considerations alone were enough to throw even the calmest of souls, and I couldn't see out the window or straighten my neck on the drive home. Nevertheless we made it, and another little chapter was closed. I haven't really stopped to reflect on my time in Wales, but when that finally happens, there is going to be a real fondness there. If ever you needed proof that the brain blocks out bad memories...!
Travelling around Europe on trains. A fantastic idea and I suggest you all give it a go at some point. Plenty of good memories for me. I won't say any more since I'm sure you don't want to hear me banging on about what a good time I had. It would be rather like having holiday snaps forced upon you.... Err, on which note (cough) if you do have a desire to trawl through photos, there are some at www.twrist.net. They are mostly of non-descript European cities, most of which I couldn't tell you a thing about even if I wanted to, so questions are not welcome. Oh, also some new photos of Aber and such. Probably worth a look if you are stalking me (erm... anyone?)
On my return to the UK, I went and spent a bit of time in Edinburgh, which was lovely as ever aaand then.... Whoomph - dropped back into the real world. Shit.
I limped my way through an overdue essay (bizarrely, and perhaps by some divine volition, passing the thing), trailed around a few houses in Leicester, re-visited some old temping agencies. The same old story frankly. I've settled on a house on Queen's Road, which should serve me well for the time being at least, and I sign for that on Thursday...
Job-wise, well... rather pathetically, I spotted an advert for a job which is almost identical to what I was doing at Cambrian (yes, the very job that I once described as boring and monotonous). Knowing that I would be offered it, and not being one to cope well with rejection, I applied, and - bluddy hell - I start on Monday. This has perhaps not been the best decision I have made in recent times. On the plus side, I am being paid a fair bit more than I was at Cambrian, so I shall, at least, be able to 'find my feet' in relative comfort (and pay off those pesky debts). On the down side - the hours are long, the location awkward, the holiday allowance meagre and so on and so forth. My biggest concern is that I won't be stretched, I'll get bored easily, and I'll be ticking off the hours like I was at Cambrian. The worst possible fate. Maybe I'll be proved wrong, but needless to say, I will carry on looking for something to which I am more suited, and hold out for my first performance review in December...
Being a 'man of leisure' for two months hasn't helped any of this and I may have to admit that I am, in fact, just a workshy fop. Who wouldn't like a lifestyle whereby one just floats around, visits friends around the country, reads books in the garden? I am still expecting to stumble upon a source of labour-less income. Any ideas would be welcome. Of course I'm still holding out for those Premium Bonds...