Inner city pressure
Inner city pressure
Counting coins on the counter of the 7-11,
From a quarter past six ’til a quarter to seven,
The manager Bevan starts to abuse me
Hey man, I just want some Muesli
– Inner City Pressure, Flight of the Conchords (I love these guys at the moment! This is my favourite so far.)
So I’m back home! And I find it quite telling that so far I have managed to go on a PC World spending spree – not spending my own money, you understand – and eat 4 days’ worth of advent calendar chocolates without yet unpacking my clothes or making my bed. Priorities in place: check. Next? Well, it would actually be really great if all of my London friends could think long and hard about whether they’ve got any long-harboured grudges against me which they’d like to get off their chests.That why I could be a loner and have more time for coursework, see? So think long and hard about it, please, and (don’t) get back to me if you think of anything.
The last couple of days of term were great fun, unless you were Michael trying to get to sleep above my room at 2am on Thursday night whilst the rest of us rather raucously judged each others’ music tastes with plenty of shouting and singing, not to mention beer and Peggle. Oops. Sorry. Friday night was more peaceful, to be fair, as we watched Doctor Zhivago into the early hours. Although it was rather long I was in exactly the right mood for a film to take its time and really enjoyed it. It is quite difficult to stop yourself adding “comrade!” onto the end of every sentence you say afterwards though The other highlight of the final few days was seeing Promise again; she was in a particularly inspiring mood and filled with stories that make you appreciate what is right with the world. So yay!
Tonight’s Wit and Wisdom is a topical one…
Part 4: On London
“When I arrived in London, I am sorry to say the voice of conscience was again stifled. As the train drew up on the platform, I jumped out with the glad feeling, “I am here at last.” I was very stiff, dizzy and tired with my long journey; but there was no time to think about it. I was pushed from side to side. Men with boxes, omnibus conductors, cab-drivers, guards, passengers running madly after their luggage – all perfectly bewildered me. […]
“What is the matter, Jack?” said I. “What is going on? Is it a fair?” But Jack laughed so much at this question that it seemed as if he would roll off the omnibus. “Why, Charlie,” said he, “it’s always like that.” “Always like that?” repeated I. “Yes,” said he, “always in these parts of London.” I was too much astonished to answer, and only gazed around curiously on all we passed.”