Quality, not quantity
Well, that’s my excuse for posting on this blog a damn site less. In reality my brain is functioning about half the time outside of work at the moment, that and the fact that full-time work, commuting and other regular activities hardly seem worthy of mention. From never having enough time to put everything I wanted to on my blog last year, to blowing the dust off this one. It’s a shame, and incontrovertible proof that work is bad for you because it dulls your mind, deprives you of anything interesting to say, and leaves you wanting nothing more than TV and food.
So here is an abridged, condensed, snack-sized fill-in session a bit like the one they do at the beginning of an episode of Lost… except without the polar bears and clouds of black monsteryness.
- Over the last eighteen months I have evidently turned from a reasonably well-organised stress-monkey into a reasonably well-organised chill-monster, then latterly into a completely disorganised idiot. Can hardly find my arse with both hands.
- Moving into a flat in two weeks, my first ever place on my own. I am so excited about this I could rip a tissue. Needed: a sofa, a bath mat, lots of low-energy light bulbs, and something to do three evenings a week.
- Work is the same as it was before, but fortunately I now have the countenance of a Hindu cow and the patience of the Dalai Lama, so have not yet torn every last hair from my head.
- London is the same as it was before – if it were a movie, somewhere between Carry On and Scorcese’s After Hours with a really bad soundtrack, much tackier than you could believe possible, so dirty even the dirt is dirty, and so expensive you have to wonder what the difference is between stepping inside the M25 and getting mugged on a daily basis.
- People in suit trousers and shirts still run self-consciously back and forth to a lamp post in the shadow in Windsor House while they try on running shoes at Run and Become. This still makes me laugh.
And now on Lost… Nathan must turn up every morning and key in some numbers, or there may be another incident. Or not.
Quite Random is the blog of Nathan Nelson, a human male who lives in the UK and is not entirely sure what he's going to do when he grows up but is interested in international development, photography, secularism, technology, music and movies and other things anyone of his age would be.
I used to be organised and then I got bored of it. It’s over-rated…
I also used to be patient and risk averse….what the fook happened?
Where is your flat?
Your arse in behind you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to thank me.
Arse found. Cheque’s in the post.
Seeing as how the web has ears (in a very non-literal sense), I cannot divulge that here, suffice to say it’s South West.
Hey, I was one of those self-concious be-suited types - a few years ago!
The trouble with “Run and Become” is it’s hard to tell whether it’s a running kit shop or a spiritual centre because of all the Sri Chinmoy stuff. A bit off-putting.