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May 22, 2005
Dan with guns...
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February 18, 2005
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After 3 weeks of lying about, gymming, eating sandwiches and losing pounds, I decided to go out and get myself a job, just to pass the time and whatnot. Being a man of leisure (without Hamish's jaunty accent or, well, any jaunties really) this sort of thing is necessary to really appreciate what you have, and what you don't have to do. So 4.3 seconds after making this decision I was gainfully employed at The Walkabout, a huge chain pub of cheap beer and "Snakey-Bs".
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This is good for me, but not so good for the Columbians, Italians, Spanish, and sundry other multinationalitied residents of Anne's flat, who are out every day trying to find real work, but can't because they ain't from Down Under, and being men, can't get away with "hire me for I am hot girl, yes?" that would work if they were.
So the place is a full on pouring-10-beers-a-minute-packed-to-the-full-thing that is a bit like Oxford Tce on a Friday night if you took all the bars combined and put them all under one roof with tacky aussie memoribilia. Fill it full of aussies, saffas, coked up geezers and the odd drunken kiwi, and you have somewhere I am very glad to be on the other side of the bar on Friday night, because I would be curled up in a corner hiding should I be there as a customer. Its quite a cool job.
In other news, hotmail hates London.
In more news, today I finally, finally, finally got my entry date. As far as I know, on March 7, I finally make the trip to Lympston Commando (awesome) with freshly shaved head and pack full of boot polish. Much guilty extra running to be done for the next week or so.
More hurried netcafe hasted stuff soon... ««
January 26, 2005
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| I am feeling fat and sassy | | |
02:49:53 AM |
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Well, I'm back in London. Dirty old one degree London. Smelly expensive full of geezas London. Yay.
Melbourne was excellent, a couple of days with Debs, Jessa, Elise, Elise, assorted flatmates and everyone else in the city where its warm and nourishing vegetarian food and nectarines are readily available. Thanks to everyone there and everyone in Chch too for that matter.
Am going to write tons of emails to everyone soon hopefully, but in the meantime am restricted to what minimal time I have in dirty London netcafes so joy.
Also, screw you Charlie and your having parties as soon as I'm gone and so forth. You'll get yours!
November 15, 2004
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| I always feel superiror(sic) to Tim. | | |
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If not much else, Bermondsey has its fair share of ex-servicemen and veterans. Koen and I were running along Jamaica Rd on Friday and got to the local memorial in time for the 11 o'clock service, which was fairly crowded. Afterwards we went to the memorial outside the Marine Reserve building, formerly home for part of the London Regt.
Koen is a large South African training to get into the Irish Guards. He came to England to apply for the Paras who his father served with, but wasn't accepted because his chin was rewired after a motocross accident. He's going to have to work a bit harder, anyone I have to slow down or take breaks for is in deep deep trouble.
»»One of the few good things about working at the Greg has been getting to know the regulars who've served, we've got Marines, Paras, Royal Green Jackets, Royal Engineers, you name it. There's Mike who was a bombadier on a Lancaster, and finished in the RAF Gunnery Regiment. Bonus points for everyone who knew the RAF had its own infantry division. Their main job is airfield protection, and according to Del who did some excercises with them when he was in the Green Jackets, are hardcore mofos. Mike's wife June brings me bread pudding, which is nice. There's also Al, a nice but completely senile toothless old duffer who served in Borneo, Malaysia and Zimbabwe with the beautiful lions and the tigers and the black man, who are alright by him. And the prostitutes, who can do things to your tonsils you wouldn't ....oh god no. He wants to steal my boots.
Was thinking about heading out to Whitehall to watch the service at the Cenotaph, but had to get up early and will stay here all day and mind the closing down of the pub. A lot of the old boys are on parade there with their units, and because we're Bermondsey, a lot of the younger ones will be marching with the National Front. Instead watching it all on the bigscreen, the Lancashire Fusiliers just marched past, who "in Gallipoli won 6 VCs before breakfast".
So today's the last ever day of the Greg. Will miss the place, its been home for a year now. Everyone is still sorting out their accomodation due to various messes, and looting the place for all its worth. Will miss the place, a bit.
And now, without further ado, some dodgy recordings of Bill Bailey's 'Part Troll' live act: First Bit(170k) Second Bit (470k). ««
November 3, 2004
Hi all.
We were on the telly! On a cable special entitled "Britain's Most Haunted: Live" on Halloween no less. 10 seconds of blurry scarified Greg action and a few 2 second close up shots of cider at the bar. I shall treasure the tape always, and hopefully never get around to watching the actual show.
»»Right then, the pub closes on November the 15th. The owner has decided he'd rather not lose any more money and has chucked the lease. Thanks, 5 months of Graham. Have tried to see who's taking over, and if they'll keep people on, but at this stage we're assuming we'll be chucked out because the brewery is nice like that.
So I'm hiding from the Winter and coming home for Xmas, (hi Mum!) leaving Dec 2 and arriving Dec 4 due to pedal powered airways. After that will come months of extremely cheap living and running around in the sun, and hopefully catching up with everyone around the country. Then back in late January by which time I hope the navy will have decided I am no threat to national or squirrel security. All going well with them, I probably won't get the opportunity to spend much time at home for several years, so hope to make the best of this.
From the 18th to the 29th of November am off to Egypt to battle The Mummy, and avoid the winter and bludging off of people in London. This will hopefully be as awesome as Turkey, and make up for the miserable lack of travel at all over the last 6 months. In between as much time as possible with Anne and yay.
See you all in a bit. Noone go anywhere fast. ««
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