I’ve just scared myself by noticing that I’ve now had this journal for 10% of my life, thats just over 3 years 7 months, sometimes I hate having a brain that thinks about things like that. So anyway heres a review of my year:
“Well thats one mystery solved. I woke with a shock last night, so much so that I jumped out of bed.”
“Four jobs I’ve had: postman, clockmaker, industrial spy, arms exporter”
“We arrived at the base around lunchtime, I’m not sure its the first time I’ve ever been on a military base, but certainly I’ve not been required to sign in to a museum for a very long time.”
“Following my interview last week I’ve accepted a verbal offer for a job based near Fulham Broadway, in London.”
“The slouch started with an abortive run to a pub near the station – so we ended up milling around at the station, allegedly the site of the biscuit incident, for a while, awaiting the arrival of anyone unfortunate enough to have been trying to use the trains from Stanstead or beyond…they’d been replaced with buses.”
“This morning I was trying to catch the tube to Earls Court – I was waiting on the blue line platform, they were having signalling problems so things were running a bit slowly and there were a lot of people about.”
“Back online again now. And I’ve eaten too much cheese over the last few days.”
“I board the district line at Fulham Broadway for my journey home.”
“Kiva takes Prosper to another level. I like both of these sites – they both provide an interesting view on people helping other people out.”
“As is typical technology mocks in suspicious ways, playing me the mad capsule markets just as the heavens opened upon my arrival in worthing.”
“What a beautiful spring morning? A touch of frost in the air, enough to wake you up but not enough to make you cold.”
“I’ve just bought a book containing a section on “poking: effectiveness and danger of reprisal”, complete with a graph and everything.”
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