The Ghost part 13
Old clothes. I find it hard to throw away a load of clothes from the early 1990's.
I have a cabinet filled with a number of tee-shirts and jumpers I will probably never wear again and a few items on hangers that sit there looking uncomfortable and unwanted. SF mentioned the orange quilted Chipie jacket I wore to every acid hazed event from 1989 to 1998, until it was literally worn out. It is sat there in my wardrobe reminding me of other times: fond and simple times.
Been in Leeds for 2 whole nights so far, a third tonight and a whole days work in a school on Friday. I'm looking forward to this as it's more like what I want to do; I think?
Made an effort on the food front last night. Bought strong flour from Millies and created luxurious homemade pizza a la Leodis. Blanched asparagus spears, refreshed in cold water, slow baked santorini tomatoes, wilted rucula, buffalo mozzarella, rosemary and four cheese sauce as the base. Flawless. I offered one to Anthony, but he was off to get his helmet polished. They were so nice that I had both! All that bread! My word; gas?
Wow, body of marble. Every aspect a work of art, crafted from the whitest fault free calcite.
Stiff neck 3 days. Tension maybe.
4 pints at North bar: 1 Morehouse, 2 Bristol Port cider, 1 Odell's ipa. Slowly winding down to zero.
The social fund owe me £17. Which should arrive by Friday or Monday. Very useful. Finally I will get my P45 from Millies on Friday. Got a feeling I am due a tax rebate. A large one.
Pizzeria Leodis.
It's now been 2 hours since I left the flat. I've had lunch. But now I know I've got to move. I wish I could just chill somewhere: the flat is somewhere to sleep, eat, wash and be bored. I am infinitely bored.
Went to sainsburys picked up things for pasta tonight - portabello mushrooms, smoked bacon and, for tomorrow, breakfast juice.
Today is listing lists. They list heavily in Headingley like a spiraling bent tower of serialisms.
I am in the clock cafe in LS6; now known as LS6: A successful venture.
Cracking ass: first place.
Pete, and Colin and dog, Ringo, who dislikes black trousers. Actually attacked bad fitting black slacks. We were in hysterics: 'keep your dog under control'. It's such a small schlaffy. Miniature Schnauzer.
Beer for outer space. Schnapps of Tabasco.
I don't want anti-semitism to become my tomb stone epitaph. I do accept everyone as an individual. But I can't deal with the reality of belonging to something hereditary and self perpetuating or a club that pretends it has god given speciality. It is arrogant to forget we're all in this existence together; we're meant to overlook the larger community?
Shockingly hungover at 6am the result of over consumption of Kalms herbal sleeping tablets: 6 not 3 and an empty stomach. Threw up some yellow bile and lots of empty retching. Got to work on 50a in the outskirts of Kirkstall. Had to hold in the rising of my retching. Thought I'd have to get off early, but just managed to stay on the 20 minute journey. Those hungover journeys are some of the best of your life? Depends where you are heading I guess. I arrived with 20 minutes to spare, having first taken the wrong turn. It was the most impressive and clean environment I'd ever seen for a kitchen. Spotless. Satanically clean. I had some time to adjust to the menu for the day: fish and chips for tots: 20 miniature portions. By 7:50 I was hurling all my mouth into a spick and span porcelain toilet. Finally there was a little more yellow bile than the air I'd had before. And the stars in front of my eyes. That solved the first problem of the day. From then on I needed coffee. I felt so unprofessional in that state, I am glad I didn't need a knife once; I'm sure I'd have cut myself freely. The combination of 3 pints of Cider, 6 Kalms and 4 hours sleep: not a great remedy for a long life! Coffee: 2 * instant teaspoons(life measured in coffee spoons) and on the path to that Friday
I have a cabinet filled with a number of tee-shirts and jumpers I will probably never wear again and a few items on hangers that sit there looking uncomfortable and unwanted. SF mentioned the orange quilted Chipie jacket I wore to every acid hazed event from 1989 to 1998, until it was literally worn out. It is sat there in my wardrobe reminding me of other times: fond and simple times.
Been in Leeds for 2 whole nights so far, a third tonight and a whole days work in a school on Friday. I'm looking forward to this as it's more like what I want to do; I think?
Made an effort on the food front last night. Bought strong flour from Millies and created luxurious homemade pizza a la Leodis. Blanched asparagus spears, refreshed in cold water, slow baked santorini tomatoes, wilted rucula, buffalo mozzarella, rosemary and four cheese sauce as the base. Flawless. I offered one to Anthony, but he was off to get his helmet polished. They were so nice that I had both! All that bread! My word; gas?
Wow, body of marble. Every aspect a work of art, crafted from the whitest fault free calcite.
Stiff neck 3 days. Tension maybe.
4 pints at North bar: 1 Morehouse, 2 Bristol Port cider, 1 Odell's ipa. Slowly winding down to zero.
The social fund owe me £17. Which should arrive by Friday or Monday. Very useful. Finally I will get my P45 from Millies on Friday. Got a feeling I am due a tax rebate. A large one.
Pizzeria Leodis.
It's now been 2 hours since I left the flat. I've had lunch. But now I know I've got to move. I wish I could just chill somewhere: the flat is somewhere to sleep, eat, wash and be bored. I am infinitely bored.
Went to sainsburys picked up things for pasta tonight - portabello mushrooms, smoked bacon and, for tomorrow, breakfast juice.
Today is listing lists. They list heavily in Headingley like a spiraling bent tower of serialisms.
I am in the clock cafe in LS6; now known as LS6: A successful venture.
Cracking ass: first place.
Pete, and Colin and dog, Ringo, who dislikes black trousers. Actually attacked bad fitting black slacks. We were in hysterics: 'keep your dog under control'. It's such a small schlaffy. Miniature Schnauzer.
Beer for outer space. Schnapps of Tabasco.
I don't want anti-semitism to become my tomb stone epitaph. I do accept everyone as an individual. But I can't deal with the reality of belonging to something hereditary and self perpetuating or a club that pretends it has god given speciality. It is arrogant to forget we're all in this existence together; we're meant to overlook the larger community?
Shockingly hungover at 6am the result of over consumption of Kalms herbal sleeping tablets: 6 not 3 and an empty stomach. Threw up some yellow bile and lots of empty retching. Got to work on 50a in the outskirts of Kirkstall. Had to hold in the rising of my retching. Thought I'd have to get off early, but just managed to stay on the 20 minute journey. Those hungover journeys are some of the best of your life? Depends where you are heading I guess. I arrived with 20 minutes to spare, having first taken the wrong turn. It was the most impressive and clean environment I'd ever seen for a kitchen. Spotless. Satanically clean. I had some time to adjust to the menu for the day: fish and chips for tots: 20 miniature portions. By 7:50 I was hurling all my mouth into a spick and span porcelain toilet. Finally there was a little more yellow bile than the air I'd had before. And the stars in front of my eyes. That solved the first problem of the day. From then on I needed coffee. I felt so unprofessional in that state, I am glad I didn't need a knife once; I'm sure I'd have cut myself freely. The combination of 3 pints of Cider, 6 Kalms and 4 hours sleep: not a great remedy for a long life! Coffee: 2 * instant teaspoons(life measured in coffee spoons) and on the path to that Friday
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