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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Like the mythical bird, the phoenix, I have arisen from the ashes of the last week of my life, reborn with the knowledge that, the one and only, northlondonhippy….
Oh fuck it, this intro looked a lot better in my head than it does on my computer screen.
The truth is, I haven’t posted anything in a while. Blame a recent bout with the flu and a lack of focus on all things hippy for my lack of participation. I even missed a couple of nights at work, which means this hippy don’t get paid! That’s how fucking sick I was.
I’m at work tonight, it should be my last shift of three, instead it is an orphan night; a guest appearance and to be honest I’m not really up for being here.
I’m feeling more than a bit drained. I’ve got a slight headache and every time I go outside for a cigarette, I return shivering. Oh poor hippy, boo-fucking-hoo!
I don’t really have much more to report, life’s been in a holding pattern since I was laid low by this lurgy.
Oh, I can share some tech-geek news, my AirPort Express thing-a-ma-jig died on Monday night. Right in the middle of surfing, it just went. It’s dead, it’s ceased to be, it’s an ex-AirPort Express, blah blah blah.
As much of an Apple-mad consumer as I am, they are dreadful to deal with when something goes wrong. I spent forty minutes on the phone with customer support, trying to sort it out. I had two options, and I have chosen what I hope is the easiest of the two. I’m going to visit the big Regent Street Apple Store in central London, where I am promised they will trade me a brand new AirPortExpress for my dead one. We’ll see!
I hope it works, as it would mean I have a new one in my hot little hands comes Thursday morning, which is my first chance to get into town. Cross your stubby little fingers for me!
Like I said, I ain’t got nothin’ tonight. But I’m alive and on the mend. What more could you ask for?