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take pics plz
put links in this thread
so I'm missing it
it's not here yet but I have tons of snow pics from previous winters - I just want to see blighty wrapped in a white blanket
My digi cam is broke. BROKE.
I have a pretty 150 year old bird bath that looks very Victorian right now covered in snow and stuff.
and roundish curves... no pics.
*I NEED A NEW CAMERA YES BUT AM WAITING FOR SALES IN JANUARY
I did try though
so i spent bloody ages trying to get a good photo with my crappy camera phone, but it just looks like rain, or a blur. I took a video and tried sending it, but she rejected it, and said "don't bother, i believe you".
I think she just likes the control.
none stuck though :(
Picturesque North London
it was all just slush when i saw it.
it was really touch and go as to whether i'd make it here. i'd finished uni and finances had forced me to move back in with my parents in a suburb of newcastle, and i had this shitty temp job working as a temp in the finance department of a big pharmaceuticals company. i stuck with it for about 3 months even though the pay was shitty and the job was shitty, and my whole life at that point was really depressing. because it was a small town without much going on, i'd taken to sleeping with sixth form girls, who were the same age as my little sister and would have been her classmates if she hadn't gone down a bad path and dropped out at 16, and everything was generally getting me down. it built up to such a head, and one day i was having a cigarette outside work and this guy got talking to me about how he was a musician, and he was a guy in his forties, with a horrible seventies 'tache, and you could tell he was never going to make it and that day that conversation depressed me so much that i quit my job, didn't go back, and got on a bus to london with a backpack full of essentials two days later. i knew exactly one person in london who turned out to be a coke fiend and very sketchy company, and i had one week living on his couch in which to get a job and then find a flat.
i got a temp job helping a blind guy at kings cross do the platform announcements, which was fun because it paid well and i got to do the announcements myself sometimes. from that, i took the first accomodation i could find without a deposit, which was a room in a shared house in forest gate for £70 a week. it was a terrible house, mice, cockroaches, no living room, no windows in my room, but i felt pretty optimistic in it because it was a start. other jobs and eventual stability came later. but the point is, the people who lived in the house were all from south africa.
the nature of the house was that a lot of people passed through it, and the time i ended up spending in it, i was sharing with three guys and two girls. the guys were two brothers and a cousin and they were white south africans, and they earned their keep doing odd bits of builders work and security jobs. one of them actually ended up working security for Madonna the night i was working as Pudsey Bear on BBC Children in Need night, which was a weird coincidence. the two girls who lived there were friends from South Africa, and they were black. the house was hell to live in because they brought all the racial tensions from their country into that house and it was something i didn't care about in the slightest, but that attitude was somehow alien to all of them.
the whole time there was a palpable air of tension in the house. the white guys would call the black girls uneducated. the black girls would call the white guys fascists. they'd throw eachother's food out. they'd play music against eachother's walls. it was so petty it would have been kind of comical if it weren't for the deeply disturbing underlying issues.
one day though, it snowed, and i'd had to trudge home in it and was pissed off because my feet were all wet, my jeans were wet. i was soaked and freezing. i arrived home though, and i found the five of them out in the front garden together, quiet, not at eachother's throats, just looking around in this slightly stupified manner. it turned out it was the first time any of them had ever seen snow. they took loads of photographs of it. it was a nice night.
from a mobile that's bloody good quality
thats amazing mobile quality
its 77 degrees here and its nearly fucking november. i hate sunlight.