I think I may be one of the lucky ones. Plague has receeded - I feel human again, apart from a lung-wracking cough.
On my way to work yesterday, a man with a bell and a cart full of bodies pushed past me. He was trying to paint something on our front door. Weird.
how does one plant seedless grapes?
I am ill. With Avian Bird Flu. Possibly SARS. My head keeps spinning round and round and every time I cough I have splitting headache.
Have just booked a holiday, though - going to Barcelona for four nights, leaving a week today!
Anyone have any suggestions for things to see while we're there?
Sunday afternoon in Camden Lock, pouring rain, stalls cooking weird pots of bubbling ethnic stuff, people huddled under tarpaulins, canal clogged with discarded litter. Days like this, Camden has a strangely post-apocalyptic urban shanty town vibe about it. One of the stalls pumps out driving, throbbing dub beat and eerie melancholy piping melody drifts over the market.
Sun is shining,
Weather is sweet
Make you want to move,
Your dancin' feet.
But to the rescue,
Here I am,
Want you to know, y’all,
can you understand?
I have a box of stuff for making hair extensions which, due to a fairly significant change of image, I don't have much use for anymore - but there's some pretty cool stuff in there and I would hate to throw it out. Some monofibre hair, hair for dreading, variously coloured plastic lacing, spirit gum, other miscellaneous stuff useful for making tie ins.
Free to the first person who can collect from Monkey Central
since the week after new year is a rubbish time to have a birthday, I have decided to move mine to the slightly more fashionable (if overcrowded) weekend-after-next.
On Friday 27th, I will be having birthday drinks in Quinns. Not particularly original, but effective nonetheless.
7pm until they throw us out.
Bring yourselves, and any other people you might be able to rope in to help me get battered.