It’s not hard to push it out of my head, sliding like dough through a grate. Goodbye, goodbye, don’t need you at the moment: a Polaroid coloured memory of a fresh flowered boy – pale blue eyed film student wrenching at the nostalgic tic in me (Em: Steve No. 3!!!), Hyde Park drenched in summer sun, my mother manically twiddling her thumbs (‘Can I call? Would she mind if I called again?’), friends at home, friends abroad (but not my abroad) – fluidly leading lives disconnected from mine, hot steamy rockstars and beautiful kids embroidered with indie stitches making love in dirty parties outside of my reach, London people people real people leaving marks, leading lives with jobs and friends and weekends and hobbies – push out! out!
Leave me to .click. again.
In the last three weeks I have gone for interviews or trialled for the following positions: Retail Sales Assistant, Credit Controller, Telesales Operator, Cocktail Waitress, Corporate Receptionist, Reservations Agent, Front of House Hotel Staff. I am about to embark on a 2 week assignment doing Data Entry but still constant work seems to evade me. Nevertheless I have had fun traipsing through London’s suburbs to attend these various appointments because the sky has generally been stained summer blue with very Sydney like T-shirt weather. When it does rain it leaves as quickly as it came (very quick) and is light bearable rain rather than heavy, paralysing downpours. x M
ps. Today at my interview for a position at HMV, when asked what album I would like to buy next said “Clor, definitely,” and gushed about their performance at The Windmill in Brixton. And guess who should, just a second ago, sit down at the computer facing me in this internet cafe… yes, the lead singer. London is full of celebrities doing all sort of ordinary things. The other day off High Street Kensington A. saw Joseph Fiennes ride past in a bicycle (he is in town doing a play). And my flatmate swears she saw Kate Moss in Topshop a couple of months ago.
