For some reason unbeknownst to me, I suddenly have a wireless internet connection in the flat we've rented. My only guess is that one of the other flats has switched on their internet connection and I'm getting a borrowed signal.
A slow, borrowed signal. I'd feel bad about it, but I'm not that nice.
And what do I do on these nights alone in the living room with full control of the TV? I watch random semi-porn. I'm amazed that these channels exist. There's no longer a need for random chat up-lines where you have to use your imagination. Punters call in and give instructions and the girls do them on TV. I find it very, very wrong and yet I can't help having a quick peek to see what's going on. It's either I do that or check out Big Brother.
As you can see, night-times are boring. I checked out an indie club earlier and was unfortunately bored shitless. Right now I'm watching an episode of Red Dwarf right around the time they introduced a different Kochanski and everything went to hell. And where the fuck is Rimmer?
Bored out of my wits at the indie club made me think of my whole trip in general and why I don't reckon London is home anymore. Because my crew ain't here.
After years in Malaysia, I'd made new friends and formed close bonds. My whole crew from way back when I was in uni, or even when I was living on 38 Basing Hill in Golders Green.
Memory lane didn't seem as memorious as I thought I'd be. It was just a place.
Geographical location doesn't make much difference besides weather conditions and exchange rates. It's your friends, family, whoever's closest to you that makes home.
That doesn't mean I'm not having a good time, though. Went shopping with my dad today (DVD's galore), then went out for dinner with Zana, my ex from way back when. Tomorrow it's party time with Man Method, followed by a train trip to Donington to check out Sabbath. That's got me kinda freaked, though. The earliest train back from the gig is at 6 in the morning. Where the hell am I gonna stay?
Time for sleeps, me-thinks. Sleeps and chills. Maybe a DVD. Nights.
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