The Book of Sifty

Dreams take you forward 3:32AM

The other day I was watching something random on TV talking about time machines, some propeller head said that there have always been time machines of a sort in peoples heads - your memories take you back in time and your dreams take you forward. I like that.

Just spent last night in Cambridge. Getting some stuff to ship back to NZ, so I don't have so much to carry. Also this mean that I can take my bike home as luggage, as I'm travelling through the States i can take two pieces at 32Kg, (64kg total)rather than asia where I can only take a total of 20Kg on some crappy flights! So my bike goes at no cost, as long as the box is under 32kg, which it better bloody well be otherwise i can't pick it up!

Anyway you may have heard of the train derailment the other day out of London, where six people were killed. This was an express train to Kings Lynn, stopping only at Cambridge, and one that I potentially could have caught. As I may have mentioned in the past these trains go very fast, and blow through some stations which they aren't stopping at, at speeds up to 100 mph. The last carriage of this train derailed when a point came apart underneath it. It split from the rest of the train, rolled over and up onto the stations platform. So today coming back we went through the station where it crashed, it was only last week and they've repaired the damage. The train slowed down quite a lot through this station, although it had flown through every station up to there, and every one after that.


Freaky.

'We be (day) clubbing' 4:14AM

Well last week was a bit of write off. Managed to ring some agencies about some temporary work and get throughly pissed off with how useless they can be. Rang some places about drug trials too, but again they have nothing, and weren't super helpful. I thought I'd jacked up some work for three days marshalling cars at some event, up north a bit out of London, three 12 hour days and accomodation provided. Perfect. Employer dude is all keen since I can speak decent English, unlike most people who called up. He tells me all he has to confirm how hes getting us back from the station to where we are working/staying. Fine. Expect when I ring him back the next day, it turns out he has too many people and doesn't need me anymore. Typical story around here, and a real pain in the arse! Employers will get extra people interested assuming that some will be no-shows. Made more annoying since he claims he left a message on my phone. Which was complete bullshit, I would have prefered some honesty.

Anyway stuff work! Taking off to Italy tommorrow with Marcus for ten days.

Spent most of last week enjoying the sun and a mini 'heatwave' they were having here, well okay 25C is hot in London!. So yeah lots of sitting around in parks. Friday I was going to head up to Cambridge, but got talked into a party in north London with some friends of Marcus and Jo, who are both sharing the lounge with me currently. Rained all night.

Saturday Mike and Jane called to say they were coming into London to talk to a travel agent. The nicer of the two kiwi Tania's at the flat was also twisting my rubber arm to go out clubbing.

So Tania, Marcus, Jo and I all headed up to the George pub for one of the now lengendary chicken pie lunches. Excellent hangover/clubbing recovery food. Mike and Jane wandered in about 1/2 an hour later and joined us for some beers. Shortly after that two of Tanias friends joined us. Candice and Mark. With the exception of Marcus, who is from Perth, all of us were Kiwis. Mike, Jane and Jo all piked on the clubbing so the rest of us left, my rubber arm fully twisted and plans to head to Cambridge that night ditched.

So this club event was somthing I'd been meaning to go to for ages. Its a day club, from 2pm to 10pm, where you can then go onto other clubs (if you have the stamina!). We rolled up about 3pm, Tania had our names on the door, so we got in an express line and only had to pay '6. Infact I managed to not pay anything, since some how I walked right up to the table where people were being stamped, and paying, and got a stamp, but never handed over any cash. The security guy moved me on and suddenly I was half way down the steps without having paid. All good. Completely un-intentional, but good.

Now it was a funny feeling walking into a club at 3pm, okay it was grey and almost raining outside, but the club was, dark, loud and full of people all dressed up. It felt much more like 3am, not 3pm!. We all left the club at various times, Tania and I last, meeting up with everybody else at a local pub at 9:30pm. The others had be-friended a classic group of English people and we all wandered to the upstairs part of this bar to play pool. Australasia vs England. Comfy couches, beer, moochy choons and a relaxed pool games were a wicked way to comedown after 6 hours in a club, and quite a bizzare and pretty backwards way to the way things normally work out.