Psst! (Moving On)

This turtle’s travels will soon be coming to a halt, give or take a couple more posts.

For current musings and activity, head over to Salon du Thé.

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Back to School

Ephemeral, mercurial summer. Seemingly here one day and gone the next in a flurry of settling into new abode, gigs, bashes, festivals, weather grumblings, a not-quite-there heat and lazy hazy sundays… Suddenly, the early August chill attained a permanent air, a heads-down vibe permeated the atmosphere and September had arrived.

Incommunicado

Much like a chav in a filing cabinet, next abode has been sort-ed. The imminent move – more physically demanding (for my friends!) but less stressful than the search – has rendered my room and house awkward to negotiate about. It’s amazing how much junk one can accumulate over three years when one derives one’s enjoyment (and to an extent, identity) from literature, film, music and *cough* fashion. Much of this detritus is currently strewn throughout my room and house, sitting half in half out of boxes, garbage bags or in their own peculiarly categorised piles.

But as of this time next week, I shall be kicking back in new, infinitely smaller flat, feeling calmer, more well-rested and (hopefully) quite minimalis. A pure white room, as immortalised in one of Ab Fab’s 60’s flashbacks is probably too much to hope for but remains the Holy Grail.

But as with all things utility-wise, it will take awhile until the new flat’s telephony is up and kicking.  Until then, updates, news, reviews, musings, meanderings etc. will be put on hold.

Until then… err… then.

So this is the New Year

The bright lights, overindulgence and the relentless pressure to celebrate of the Christmas and New Year season have receded into the background. The initial shock of the yearly increase in public transport fares has come and gone (Let all tourists beware: it is now £2 for a a single non-Oyster bus ride). We’ve had the sudden plunges in temperature, mild days, wind so strong the rail system was reduced to a trickle and the City’s main thoroughfares were shut down in case the scaffolding adorning many a London building would tumble down. And of course, we’ve had the yearly snow which never fails to amaze Londoners… and bring their public transport system to a juddering halt.

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Hiatus

Work – don’tcha hate it when it cuts into fun times? Just getting to grips with new (more intense) job, new (longer) commute and associated increased bzziness/effort/tiredness. Generous ETA for next post – next weekend. However, hope to get to it a bit sooner. A veritable cornucopia of things to vent/add my 2p worth in but it will have to wait for now.

À bientôt.

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