Thursday, October 27, 2005

Home Sweet Home

I'm back in London, of course. Oddly, I'm not getting that 'everything looks fresh' feeling I've had on returning here before. Maybe that's because I've lived here longer now than any other place I've been since leaving the nest. Whatever. It wasn't something I was particularly looking forward to anyway. Really, I just wanted to see familiar people again (which I've started) and put my life together.

You can help with this last thing, possibly. I need a job and somewhere to sleep between socialising and working again. Ideally I'll be able to keep plowing the Whitechapel/Bethnal Green/Stepney residential furrow I've been working the last few years, but I can't afford to be too picky. Send it all my way.

As for work, by all means let me know if you or someone you know (of) is looking for a violin/bow maker/repairer, researcher, sound engineer, stage manager, dogsbody, pretty face (I can try).

Happily, I have loads of wicked friends, but more are always welcome. Especially if they have details of the zombie crawl on saturday (which I lost by daft email erasal), or some other kick-ass hallowe'en party.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Stop that train...

Nobody seems to be able to find ferries that run around Spain and Portugal, so train it is. That puts me in Paris tomorrow, and I do hope to make it to Bar Dix in the evening for sangria goodness. I'll be the one with no hair. That's right, I went through with it and had my whole head shaved by a proper barber. Cheeky bastard left my eyebrows and took my nose (shoddy work), but I still tipped him more than two bits. It was a good shop. The mirrors had loads of looney tunes figurines along the top of them. I forgot to take a before picture, but that's just as well. With three months worth sticking out at all angles I looked pretty lousy.

Felt sharp for the night out, though. As it turns out the sound was weak and nobody danced, but I discovered that I still remember how to drink. Now if only I could remember how to stop.

See you London folk on Wednesday. If you didn't get a flyer for the Pick Me Up party and want to come email me today and I'll forward it on to you when I hit Paris.