Original reply deleted because I realised I'm whining and should grow the fuck up.
Right. So I'm stuck in Slough for a year, I've got a massive collection of books, films, music that I enjoy. I've got a nice house, a fantastic wife, *love*, a huge comfy bed, a nice comfy sofa, electricity, food, a breadmaker ffs. We've got a car and a motorbike, and hopefully one of the other cars will be back on the road soon. We've got a pretty, lovely, relaxing garden (that needs weeding). And I've got the best fucking job in the world.
I don't feel like that sometimes, but it's damn well true, and I just need a slap occasionally. And sometimes I need Just a song about ping pong on 7" of vinyl, followed by a fairly random jaunt from the 60's to the 90s, and then some shite 70's LP and the world is a better, shinier place. Fuck Slough, I can deal. :)
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Date: 2009-10-02 03:52 pm (UTC)Right. So I'm stuck in Slough for a year, I've got a massive collection of books, films, music that I enjoy. I've got a nice house, a fantastic wife, *love*, a huge comfy bed, a nice comfy sofa, electricity, food, a breadmaker ffs. We've got a car and a motorbike, and hopefully one of the other cars will be back on the road soon. We've got a pretty, lovely, relaxing garden (that needs weeding). And I've got the best fucking job in the world.
I don't feel like that sometimes, but it's damn well true, and I just need a slap occasionally. And sometimes I need Just a song about ping pong on 7" of vinyl, followed by a fairly random jaunt from the 60's to the 90s, and then some shite 70's LP and the world is a better, shinier place. Fuck Slough, I can deal. :)