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a deep sense of golrofferty

I think there should be a word for the feeling of disappointment
experienced when you are expecting one flavour, but upon putting an
item of food in your mouth, you experience quite another. Like when you
bite a chocolate chip cookie expecting sweet maryland delight, but
instead are rewarded with the rancid taste of coconut.



All suggestions for this new word are welcome. I shall forward the best
entry to the oxford english dictionary recommending its inclusion in
the next edition.





    


1.7.04 11:20


Hardening to the world

Ooh I'm ever so cross.



About a month ago we got a phone bill and my ex-flatmate said he'd take
care of it, since most of the calls were his anyway. This suited me
fine since the bill was already overdue, and when he didn't even ask me
for any money at all I thought it was a pretty good result.



Oh how foolish I am.



A couple of weeks later, after the flatmate had moved out, we got a
letter from BT saying we had 2 more weeks to pay or we'd get cut off.
We called them back saying we'd paid already so they asked us to get
the number of the cheque that the bill had been paid with. So I called
the ex-flatmate to get the number, but when he answered I wasn't sure
he could here me and then we got cut off. I tried again, but it got cut
off again. So I figured the reception was bad and left him a message on
his answer phone. About a week later we got another bill, for a further
100 quid, and me and my other flatmate hardly use the phone. By now you
can imagine I was pretty eager to get in touch with ex-flatmate. But as
he continued to ignore out answerphone messages and texts one thing
began to become painfully clear: we had been 'gypped'.



He had actually taken the phone bill and just chucked it in the bin,
knowing that he'd be gone before any consequences were felt. And I feel
terribly naive. I actually can't believe that he could do a thing like
that, worse still that he could actually lie to our faces for the sake
of a couple of hundred quid. It makes me angry. But most of all it
makes me sad. I'm one step closer to being a hardened cynic, and one
more step away from my wide eyed childhood innocence. Drawing dinosaurs
just won't be so much fun anymore.



But there's one last chapter in this gruesome story of crime and deciet
in the seedy heart of clapham. We'd recieved a couple of letters
addressed to him since he left, and I figured since he wasn't likely to
be giving us a forwarding address I might as well take a look. It was
from a debt collection agency asking him to pay a credit card debt of
200 pounds. I recieved this information wit a certain amount of glee.
He may have ripped us off, but he was going to lose just as much from
the late payment fees. I even wondered if we might be able to use these
letters as leverage to get our money back. But then I wondered if he'd
just signed up for the credit card at our address with no intention of
ever paying it off. Was he adding credit card fraud to his list of
crimes? It may be petty, but I really don't want him to get away with
it. But what can I do?



Sorry folks - I just needed to get that out of my system. Don't even get me started on the goddamn insurance company. Grr.



EDIT: the rage has passed a little - so I'm removing his name from this entry.
5.7.04 13:30


We now return you to your normal viewing

Don't you hate it when you blow your nose and water squirts out of your eye? I know I do.



I think I'm plumbed in all wrong.
5.7.04 15:18


My banal dreams

Last night I dreamt I saw Harry Hill getting off the bus. I asked him
for his autograph, and looked in my bag for some paper. While I was
looking I noticed I had fifteen pounds in my bag that I didn't know was
there. I found some paper and got Harry's signature. Then I remember
him looking around for other people wanting his autograph and seeing
how disappointed he was that there weren't any. I started looking in my
bag for the money again and my alarm went off. This dream was
exceptionally vivid, but also rather dull. Please explain what it means.
6.7.04 11:06


A little bit of politics

Today the government announced it will be encouraging schools to adopt
uniforms and house systems, to encourage children to feel a part of
their school. This might seem like a return to old-school values, but
certain evidence indicates that they are hoping to tap into popular
interests to encourage children to stay in school.

A leaked report
indicated that all schools would recieve an additional 500 pounds
funding for the purchase of a sorting hat, on the condition that
atleast one of the school houses is 'noticeably evil'. Also the
government has set a target to get atleast 50% of secondary school
pupils travelling to work on a "magical train or other mystical forms
of transport".
8.7.04 16:48


I am never eating in pizza hut again.
9.7.04 16:32


In summary

Spent saturday morning making a big pile of badges for the 'badge bag
of mystery'. Was sent out as a vanguard to the common to meet anyone
who arrived on time. Stood there for 10 minutes by myself holding a
dinosaur baloon and a twister board. I was frightened that no one would
come, that they were all there and couldn't see me, or that everyone
thought I was mental. Nick and Maisy arrived, shortly followed by
queener. Badges were distributed. I ceased to feel mental. Rain starts.
Drinking starts.



Next 9 hours are a drunken blur of colours, sounds and
brownies.



I come to playing MarioKart. I am winning.









Thanks to everyone who came to Em's picnic - you were all much more
beautiful than I could have possibly imagined. But none of you got the
quincy badges. They are mine. All mine.
12.7.04 15:04


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