The walls, the walls

Street. Also, drunk.
Originally uploaded by afarrell

I think you know what I'm saying.

I'm sort of back at the situation I was in at my first flat (and which the sheer size of the bedroom in the Dalston flat mitigated against): One day last month I had a lot of stuff on my desk. A pile of CDs;* a mound of old unopened bank statements; a pile of comics. Then stuff happened and then more stuff happened, and I never got the change to breathe (this is a lie - I had it but p1ssed it away on other things that made me happy) and now when I get up in the morning I move a bunch of stuff off my chair/desk onto the bed so that I can turn on the computer, and last thing at night I have to move a bunch of stuff off the bed so that I can get in, and it's all gone a bit Svankmajer:

Still, that's why I came back from the pub at a decent hour so that I could fix it all OH BOLLOCKS IT'S MIDNIGHT.

*I very rarely use society's last taboo, the semicolon, in this manner. Am I doing it right?

Oh and also (remedial manners)

Thank you everyone for the kind wishes, and those brave few that came out to the pub. At one point it did appear that there might be a relay race of well wishers until I left the pub unable to see, but in fact it was all over by about 9.00. Now: who's for Poptimism this weekend? A Popular special, where they only play #1s!