eventually i got well again. eventually the police has found a precinct to patrol. eventually the booming french past-time receded back to 250 torched cars a night.
nothing much happened this week, due to my brush with a cold. there is not much to report. looks like work is picking up again. might fly around a bit to the netherlands, to spain and italy in a short while. somehow i have not gathered any excitement for it, but this time i will be planning the trips so perhaps it wont just be airport-hotel-conference-airport, so maybe i should be a bit excited.
apart from snowboarding in france in december, i am flying home for xmas, so the family is all excited. i get to choose what food mom's gonna be cooking. i am being spoilt and i love it.
grandma called yesterday and i almost slipped up and got that feeling that frodo's got when the golden eye is looking at him. you see, mum and dad have not told her that they're off to new zealand in january, cause she would be pissed and worried. instead they concocted this story about looking after my nephews in germany. so there i was saying, yeah right they are going to NZ in january, and she went no they're off to germany (i could feel they eye on me, swear to god). so i went you're probably right, i cant keep track of them (parents).. i think i got away with it. smooth, real smooth.
today it's all misty in oxford and cold as well. frost on all houses almost like a fairy tale. today i might order a digital camera, send in the interview to russ, go to the zodiac to get some punkrock injected in my ears, wash up, laundry, cook food as well as get cracking on the visa stuff (i've been postponing it long enough).
karl
ps as a bonus i might use some braintime to get going on another story. i got some good feedback on my nazi piece from the southern hemisphere and my very own editing princess. who you might remember from earlier posts such as "why do american punkrockers go out with the new wave hookers. he he
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