All's well that ends well.

Congrats!

I've idiotically locked myself out of my John C3 account. I sincerely hope this can be rectified soon before I start thinking of it as the cherry on a fucking great big ironic cake.

Well done Adam!

Walking to the station yesterday, I witnessed the strangest thing. A dentist - in his work wear - sat outside his practice heckling ladies and laughing to himself as they walked past. It was 8.30am.

WTF?

Rimbaud III wrote:Walking to the station yesterday, I witnessed the strangest thing. A dentist - in his work wear - sat outside his practice heckling ladies and laughing to himself as they walked past. It was 8.30am.

WTF?

Thats how dem teet doctors roll in SE23. Cat-callin' the ladies and scrapin' the plaque in between swigs of supermalt and tokes out of a broken coke bottle.

Yesterday a mate phoned me up to say he had a spare ticket for Grinderman last night. An added bonus was that Suicide were supporting, or so I thought.

Fuck a duck was I wrong wrong WRONG. Instead of sounding like Suicide, they seemed to be doing cover versions of ropey EMF extended-play dance remixes, just bland shit clattering Eurodisco. We missed the start of their set, so maybe they thought they'd get all the troublesome good stuff out the way early and just pump turd for the latter half. I suprised myself at how appalled and disappointed I was.

Grinderman were pretty good. They seemed to be on their way to a "rock lookalikes" party, with both Ellis and Sclavunous going as latter-day Richard Manuel. Casey was doing a good Bob Rock, but I wasn't sure about Cave. David Crosby's evil raven-haired twin was the closest I could get.

In various spots all over the NYC subway system, there are drains in the floor. They collect the run-off from heavy rains, spills in the pedestrian tunnels and, of course, gallons and gallons of hobo piss.

For the first time, I saw some MTA employees cleaning some of these things. God help me, it's burned into my brain. One guy crouches at an open drain and runs fresh water into it with a hose. Another guy crouches at the next drain "downstream" and scoops out the accumulated detritus with is pretty much a large soup ladle.

The stuff he was pulling out of their looked and smelled like Satan's diarrhea. Imagine heaps of watery black tar with the texture of kitty litter mixed with corny syrup.

I should've known something was up way back at the end of the tunnel when I saw several women walking toward me with their hands over the noses and a look of traumatized horror in their eyes. Since bath night was last night (whether I need it or not!; I kid), I knew this couldn't be because of me. But I had no idea exactly how bad it would be until I saw it for myself.

I have a new job! I will be the Admissions Officer at Nottingham Trent University School of Law and Social Sciences. This is the first permanent job I've secured in about 8 years.

I doubt it will be wonderful and exciting and all, but it means a steady income, and knowing that myself and Dindon can meet the rent.

I am exceptionally content to know that next time I'm on holiday/touring I'll be GETTING PAID FOR IT due to the miracle that is ANNUAL LEAVE.

Yay!

I thought my job sucked.

Ty Webb wrote: The stuff he was pulling out of their looked and smelled like Satan's diarrhea. Imagine heaps of watery black tar with the texture of kitty litter mixed with corny syrup.

Have you ever seen someone clean the grease trap at a restaurant? Dear god.