Why Liverpool is not known for its world class musem exhibits.

timoth — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 06:50:00 GMT

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I don't have much in life, but fuck I've got a nice hat.

timoth — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 06:12:00 GMT

Greetings all,

Well, I'm about four months late in doing this, but as someone who didn't start university until 28, that shouldn't come as a big surprise to those who know me best.

I've decided to start updating the blog because I've got so many half-finished e-mail conversations lying around (usually on my part, occasionally on the part of others, no names Andrew...) so I figure it's easier to just update the lot of you at once.

Everyone's pretty much heard whatever parts of the Thailand odyssey are suitable for their consumption (lovely temples, mum!). I arrived in the UK on April 7th and immediately went to my new job tending bar in Hounslow, which is zone five on the tube.

I witnessed my first attempted murder five days later. In my place of employment. Nonetheless, I made it three months and it changed me as a person. If you never thought you'd see me slap my hand on a bar and scream "You! Out!" and be obeyed then you haven't seen me post-Hounslow.

I've done a lot of the usual London things; Buckingham Palace (kind of over-rated), been very drunk in Soho (Rob's fault), seen lots of lovely paintings, almost shagged a Brazilian and got chucked (I still maintain it's perfectly okay to make fun of someone's religion when they're a fundamentalist christian and work in a gay bar), shagged a Canadian twice and I think I've been chucked (note to self: stop shagging people who describe themselves as "basically single"), and spent about four weeks looking for loopholes in the citizenship regulations of various European countries because I never want to go back to Australia (as far as I can tell, having a Norwegian step-great-grandparent doesn't get you very far).

I've now left the pub and after a quick trip north to Liverpool where I didn't understand a word anyone said for two days, I'm living in a hostel in Brixton, am unemployed, having lovely chats over coffee with people who barely speak English, and am pretty much loving every moment (apart from the bits where I panic about being unemployed; yeah, y'all knew that was coming).

The photo was taken in Picadilly Circus after the unofficial 2008 HAHS London reunion. Rob lives here, Belinda is just visiting, and I'm... I dunno.

The hat is from Petticoat Lane Markets. I haven't yet decided whether to leave it to any boys my sister craps out, or be cremated in it.

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Why Liverpool is not known for its world class musem exhibits.

I don't have much in life, but fuck I've got a nice hat.