Tagged: London

It’s only Wednesday evening and I’ve already ditched the vaguely less unhealthy diet (ie less than 3,000 calories a day), and opened a bottle of red wine.  Actually it was already opened – I’m finishing it off. I am questioning things at the moment.  Particularly in terms of where I work and where I live. Why do I live in Harrow?  Am I still happy in my job?  Is the commute worth it?  At what point do I get fed up of being on junior pay?  Am I still a junior developer?  Should I start looking for another job?  Should …

On the off-chance that someone who doesn’t already know me reads this, a little introduction. I am a lifelong Tory.  I have always voted Tory, I am pretty much in love with Margaret Thatcher, I was a great admirer of David Cameron – and I always vote Conservative. More importantly, I am a free-marketeer, I am an economic and social liberal – though I believe in individual responsibility and minimising government spending.  Though occasionally the Conservative Party can make me wince socially – they have proven time and again that they are the only political party that will allow a …

It always tickles me when you speak to an immigrant and they reel off all the places they have visited; Buckingham Palace, London Eye, Tower Of London, Natural History Museum, Science Museum, Imperial War Museum, Transport Museum…   You name it, they’ve done it.  You name it, I haven’t.   It isn’t because I don’t want to go.  My to-do list is chocka with cultural activities, parks, museums, restaurants (and pubs) that I want to go to.  Unsurprisingly, I make it to the pubs – probably because it is easier to find someone to come with me, “do you want …

You know when you ask someone how they are?  Many people just give the same answer every time – their cat might have died but they’re fine.  They just had an amazing blow job but they’re still fine. I normally think and give an answer.  Occasionally if I’m tired, in a rush, too many people have asked me or just don’t like the person asking me, then I’ll give the bland answer.  But I like to treat people’s questioning of my health and happiness with respect, and give them a considered answer. At the moment, it is noticeable how often …

I’ve finally done it.  I have moved to London.  Harrow to be exact.  Well, to be more exact, Rayner’s Lane – or that is the closest tube station anyway, at just 6 minutes walk from my house. Chosen for convenience of location above any other factor, it is just 35 minutes, door to door, to Baker Street, and 45 minutes, door to door, to work, in Amersham.  Rayner’s Lane has the added advantage of not only being on the AIR CONDITIONED Metropolitan line, but also on the Piccadilly line. Sure the area isn’t cool or edgy like Dalston, Peckham or …

During March’s monthly no computer night, and I actually ended up laying down and allowing myself time to do nothing but think, which is quite unusual for me. The two important items on my thought-agenda recently have been what next step to take in my career, and where to live next. Firstly I would like to progress my career.  At some point I want to be doing web development, but I would have to start way down the pecking order on a lower wage.  I am not yet developed enough to be doing this.  I am happy in my current …

I like to extend my birthday celebrations as long as possible, so 10 days after my actual birthday I headed to London to meet my sister.  Shoreditch, to be exact.  On day 2 of my detox, to be exact.  Much more sober than those asking me for money.  I don’t give to those begging on the street and certainly will not be contributing to their merriment if I am not allowed.  Rant over. First stop was a roast.  It was National Yorkshire Pudding Day so I had an extra Yorkshire Pudding and they were the best. I wanted to have …

Sven at Matter back in 2009/10 was just a match made in clubbing heaven and when Matter sadly folded and became the dross that it was in the intervening years, there was a hole.  A big hole. Maybe like the dreams of a perfect world of global peace and an economy that would always grow, circa the turn of the Millenium, it was just one of those brief moments of a utopian life, cruelly taken away with a return to reality. Sorry but you cannot have things that good. However when LWE announced that they had gone into partnership with the …

I bought my ticket in June for this.  I like to be prepared.   A mini-disaster nearly struck during the week when my wonderful clubbing partner announced that she would not be able to make it however I had bought my ticket so long ago that there was no pulling out for me.  I didn’t want to go by myself but I was up for the adventure.   A slight side-track perhaps but beforehand I went to an all you can eat buffet place for dinner, and had lots of gravy.     Yes, even on dessert.   You can …

As Erick “I DJ to stick my cock in bimbos” Morillo once sung, “I like to move it, move it”.  Actually, I don’t, I hate moving. But still, it is time to ask myself where I should be living. Don’t worry, friends, lovers, groupies and future haters – I am staying in Reading.  At least until my house music revolution has propagated me to playing alongside Paris Hilton at DC10 every week, or on the off-chance that my plan fails and the lure of Shoreditch proves so much so I can finally wear purple leggings, string vest and a sailor’s …

I kind of feel that I am at a crossroads in my life at the moment. I do not have a defined career goal, and now the shackles of employment have long been released, the world is kind of my oyster if I want to go somewhere new to find a job. But I am not the travelling sort, I like my life as it is, and have become quite appreciative of myself, but my life is missing something. Instant pleasure would be gained through being able to enjoy the music I love so much, in my local area.  But …