Friday, 13 April 2012

Senate House




Went to Senate House today to get a wider selection of books to read for my dissertation. What a weird place. It was basically shit. The building was massively confusing, the book selection was basically poor, almost what you'd get at any library... I managed to find one book that I quote-mined, and even that I only really did to justify having gone there. The Ge
rman Historical Institute will be better, perhaps. Gotta wait til Monday for that.

I learned the little riff in Hate To Say I Told You So by The Hives. S'just the same power chord in different places, but I feel quite good about it all the same.

Today I'm makin... Enchiladas! Fucking love enchiladas. I'm gonna put so many in my face. Actually, I thought of making a food blog a while back and photographing the stuff I made. Maybe that's a bit narcissistic though. Ah fuck it what's the harm. I'd need to brush up on my presentation skills though, that's probably the least developed part of my cooking.

Really wanna go to a raucous gypsy rock/swing gig and get hammered on s
pirits and dance around - been doing this essay for days and days. I think it would blast the cobwebs away good and proper. Maybe Jess and Molly will be up for going out on the lash when they get here. The best kinds of night are when you head out basically planless, wrecked and hyped up, and end up in a million different places and seeing loads of people you know. It makes the world feel like home. It's funny though, even when there is a plan, the plan really only ever amounts to a combination of people, a variety of intoxicant and a location. These are the only variables. =p I like that though, really. It leaves things open-ended.


Today I saw two massive murals by Southbank. One said "Life is to blame for everything" and the other was a big clenched fist with "fight the nothingness" written underneath it. I thought they were pretty cool.



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