Wednesday, 23 September 2009

London calling..

So, the birds are flying south and my dear companion has flown north and I'm left in King's Lynn alone with not much else to do but check my flickr stats every five minutes and twit every last banal detail of my daily routine. I think I'm slowly coming to terms with the end of the summer, and for the first time in three months I want to go back to London. Our house is as close to being ready as it will ever be, and a fresh start awaits.

This week hasn't been completely uneventful - I've been taking tentative steps to creating a lo-fi/surf/shoegaze band with a friend and I've also gained ownership of yet another camera (I think the collection is hovering somewhere near 10..) Combine that with the aural pleasures of The Big Pink and Health's albums and a growing appreciation for daytime property shows and Strictly - It Takes Two, and I guess it's not so bad. Really... Ok, I think it's time to go.

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