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Tramspotting: 07/06/2008 - 07/13/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Saturday, July 12, 2008. As I tap away diligently on my keyboard it dawns on me that I have yet to write a post about Glastonbury. I guess, 'Got wasted. Smelled,' doesn't make for good writing. Nor good reading. It's been a few weeks now so I guess what memories I have have faded into the grey matter. Never mind. Labels: orange broadband is shit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Who I am will be explained on here hope...
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Tramspotting: 08/24/2008 - 08/31/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Friday, August 29, 2008. Ok So this one's called: The Best Feelings Ever. I kind of drew up a rough sketch as to how to write this on the way back from the store. It's now 7.00am. Craig and the Old Man have gone to work. I've just trekked to the Post Office to get some baccy from the newsagents, to skin up. Full Tilt has been fired up. It's time again to write. Wednesday, August 27, 2008. They are not as immediat...
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Tramspotting: 07/13/2008 - 07/20/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Wednesday, July 16, 2008. You're watching World News Tonight, I'm some guy in London", "I'm some dame in Washington" and I'm Tim Horner in Newquay. Nuts to writing anything inanely intelligent tonight. It's just gone 3.30am, I've got two Full Tilt poker windows open, I'm checking my emails, watching News 24 and writing this. Details can be obtained at a later date. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Who I am will be exp...
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Tramspotting: 12/07/2008 - 12/14/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Wednesday, December 10, 2008. Oh my monkey. You went to the gate,' was the consoling response of my girlfriend as I started telling her about my night out on the town. Why are you sounding so concerned, I thought. I had a really a good night. It turns out that metaphors for drinking can often be misleading. Have you ever drank in a place like this? 55 was exactly as I expected that night. Folks of my age, you...
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Tramspotting: 09/28/2008 - 10/05/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Friday, October 03, 2008. Train time again. I'm sat waiting to depart on the 0925 to Stansted Airport. I never realised how busy Liverpool Street Station is, having passed it daily to and from Front. Time to rest before the fun of checking-in and security. Looks like the poker is as close as it has been for a long time. And they've been going a lot longer than me. I've necked a comped cup of brown water, and now ...
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Tramspotting: 10/05/2008 - 10/12/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Tuesday, October 07, 2008. Fucking Britain, I can't escape its ineptitude even when I'm almost two thousand miles away. I shouldn't be surprised by my current predicament, we are talking about Her Majesty's handywork after all. At the Consulate, or rather the reception of the building the Consulate is housed in, the security guard told us that we needed to make an appointment. How do we do that? Am I the first Br...
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Thursday, February 19, 2009. I haven't died. I've just temporarily moved my writing to another blog. Go check it out: Written In Poland. Tramspotting will return when I return to the UK (and stop writing in Poland). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It's writing practice. Having left school again, I don't want cramp in my hand (or brain) when I write again. Like this, like this:. Dress Up To Mess Up.
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Tramspotting: 09/07/2008 - 09/14/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Saturday, September 13, 2008. I may be extremely tired and a bit hungry, but at least the hangover has finally gone. Gone too has the stress of getting to London and being unable to get hold of my friend Felix. Felix, who I had come up to London to stay with. I've just noticed that once again I have limited battery life, this may be another brief post. The low battery light has come on. I don't have much time.
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Tramspotting: 11/02/2008 - 11/09/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Thursday, November 06, 2008. The same city that has: found me enjoyable and well paid work, a cool flat (that I pay considerably low rent for) and oh yes, the most insane, intelligent, funny and beautiful girl in the world? Yes, it is a little odd. Fuck knows what I may have written if McCain won. How can one be unhappy when high street banks up and down the high street have giant images of John Cleese? A reliabl...
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Tramspotting: 10/12/2008 - 10/19/2008
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It's like Trainspotting; but a little slower, a little less Class A, a little less Scottish. Tuesday, October 14, 2008. Facing said problems, my only outlet for frustration related ventilation is this Notepad that I'm using (with the honest expectation of an iminent system failure, leading to my laptop to crash). If it worked on Windows 3.1, it seems to work fine with me. So what shall I do with myself while I wait for the technology to sort itself out? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Like this, like this:.
