November 12th, 2004

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Memory for Places

It struck me this morning how much I associate memories of people with places. I didn't plan to go there, but I found myself unprepared in a haunted place. There, despite the morning light and clear glass walls, were shadows of good times, bad times and endless possibilities that dared me to grasp at them only to disappear laughing.

Not the best start to the day, but take-away for tea maybe.
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Big Brother is watching you On the Buses

No, not some obscure political reimagining of Blakey...

I was on the bus back this evening and they had a secured flatscreen (behind the bulletproof glass) which alternated promises about news, gossip, quizzes and soap news with live CCTV images from (at least) 5 cameras around the bus.

My god, now I need to put make-up on to go into town and back.

Despite fine offers from pax_draconis I think I'm going to stay in tonight. I'm shattered. I left the house this morning when it was dark, and when I returned it was dark. Bah.

This is the problem with LJ, we all think we are so close, and we know nothing about each other. I'm going to rectify it. I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me, something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.