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It has been a while since I last updated, it seems. Getting slack. But soon I will have my flashy new laptop and will be constantly on the net, until I get bored and go to the pub, generally. So … Continue reading

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Friday night went to out with Duncan, Amelia and John to see the fireworks in Lewis, a town near Brighton with a long tradition of holding immense bonfire night parties. For a few hours a variety of people in well … Continue reading

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I suppose the major news of the last few days needs some form of comment from me, though for the life of me I can’t think of anything to say about it. All been said already, I suppose. The one … Continue reading

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A good weekend, then, though a hectic one. And I’m very tired indeed. Most of the time was spent with Gwen, really, and with Ronni and Aine. Gwen’s leaving Southampton for good after 8 years there, a good portion of … Continue reading

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A break from Brighton now – a few days over in Southampton, to visit a couple of parties, set off fireworks, dress up, al that kind of thing. Then on return I’ll be moving into my nice new house in … Continue reading

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So I’ve got a house then. Official resident of Brighton. Walked all the way up the hill to go to the landlady’s house. I impressed her by not realising I had to, in essence. Impressing old ladies is one of … Continue reading

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Holy shit. John Peel died. Actually quite upset.

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Into the final furlong. Today I had an interview, the sole purpose of which was to judge the compatibility of my character. Quite a stressful situation. I’ve been quite a nervous and shy person for a good deal of my … Continue reading

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Number 13 it may be then… I have an appointment to meet the other occupants tomorrow, lets hope I don’t mess it up. It would be a lot easier to find a flat if I was a girl, or gay. … Continue reading

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When I got to Brighton I’m sure I didn’t realize exactly what it would take to find a flat. A swathe of alternative candidates are whirring around, getting the paper at 8 and phoning every available property immediately. It’s a … Continue reading

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