communal food?dont even mention it mate. and no i wont fucking say hello. talking of which - fucking, not greeting - we're just gonna have to cut down on swearing in the paper. you offer them the freedom to say anything and all they produce is a volley of 'fucks' for fuckssake..

trying to book for sweden this winter is proving more stressful than i thought - altho, booking holidays invariably is more stressful than i think so i dont know why im continually taken by surprise.. i can get flights for like 100 pounds to gothenburg but it seems that the train to norrland might cost like a hundred as well grrr. nik and cecilia might be coming whichd be cool.

spent yesterday running around in the woods near steyning which resulted in the dramatic calling out of a cop helicopter complete with a 2000AD style searchlight.. think the people in the nearby conference centre shat themselves having a helicopter hovering ahead in the pitch black in the middle of the countryside with people screaming and a powerful searchlight scanning the grounds. o and the dogs. did i forget the dogs? apparently they bite.

so rachy wrote me the nicest letter in response to my last blog. let us, shall we say, forget it. she has helped, i have helped, we are helpful. the time has passed all is sunlight and wonder.

no but seriously, wonder. i randomly (but not so randomly considering the date yesterday) walked into a full scale fireworks display on the level. bonetired and just standing there watching like 4 displays. and joel came out with a cigareete and all was nice and at peace.

the joy of our new washing machine is great. no-one else knows this, but every morning i go downstairs and offer adulations on bended knee before this, the local god of cleanliness.

and u know, you're welcome to come round and join me whenever you want.

have u noticed how much more beautiful things are in winter? the countryside for example. absolutely stunning and silent, only disturbed by some cows occassionally (and us). and the trees. maybe its cos theyre so close to death. but yeah. nature pulls it all out in spring and summer, but the faded remnants of that glory are so much more poignant.

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