New digs

The Clapham adventures are over, and I for one am very pleased. 9 months spent living in a cupboard above a high street was more than enough. The place was certainly very convenient but the lack of space, constant noise of vehicle and pedestrian traffic and the regular piles of fresh vomit outside the front door really took it out of this old man.

So I gave notice there and moved to Wimbledon. Address provided upon request.

The place is wonderful and my new flatmates are very pretty. (One of them is reading over my shoulder) Actually, the place is a bit of a score. There was a few things that sold me, namely a big room, king sized bed, ceiling fan (that'll come in handy), watercooler by the bed, big garden and gas barbeque out the back. Gas barbeques have been missed. The usual option here is for charcoal, which I just can't figure out at all. They take hours to start and end up smoking rather than actually cooking your meat.

The new job is fine. Nothing to get overly wonderfully magnificently excited about, but absolutely incredibly superbly better than the last job, which was slowly driving me insane. This job may well do as well, however there are advantages for the bigger picture.

Have been enjoying some culture in recent times, the highlight of which was undoubtably a trip to Shakespeare's Globe to watch a version of King Lear. The Globe is a recreation of the original theatre in Stratford-upon-Avon, tudor decorations included. (And not the dodgy Stratford in east London) The stage is fronted by a large standing area. At certain parts of the play, the cast left the stage throught the crowd. Twas an excellent night, with a hey nonny nonny. Nonny nonny ho.