Zero Gravity - July 01 2002

I woke up at 7am (30) with the little Casio alarm going bleep bleep,
till I turned it off. There's a kettle in the room which still had
water in it from yesterday so I boiled that and had a coffee. And a
smoke. And I lay there listening to the radio, "Leicester Sound",
smoking my cigarette.Then I rang my wife and I could hear the cats
yowling in the background. Apparently I have got her out of bed.I
finished my smoke and walked into the shower. This has a large knob you
turn to get the water hotter or colder, so I turned it on and the water
hit me very cold that I gasped, and swore. But I couldn't get it to go
hot so I showered in cold, and messaged ... about that as well. I had a
quick tidy up, glanced at the nicely filled ashtray and then went into
the main building for my breakfast. Given that I had completely emptied
my stomach last night I was quite hungry. So I had an orange juice and
a bowl of cornflakes and left the phone on in case ... replied. I had
the full english breakfast of two sausages, two bacon, scambled egg,
fried bread and a tomato and a cup of coffee. From time to time I
looked at the phone willing it to beep a reply to me, but it didn't.
After breakfast I settled the bill and left for the town. It was
getting hotter again and I had changed my clothes for a pair of
Wranglers, and a white Ben Sherman v shirt. I stll didn't have the
courage to wear my wraparounds. I had tried them on yesterday before I
went to Enigma and thought I looked very Velvet Underground but decided
that since I couldn't see properly through them I didn't need them. I
made my way into town and took a couple of photographs of the church
and this building on stilts. And the street. And there I was in the
town square once more. I sat down in the bench in front of Woolworths
and lit a cigarette. At this rate I would run out, so I bought some
more in Tescos. Then back to the seat, and sat there and wrote a song
down that I used to like singing. Then the phone beeped, and it was ...
so I called ... and we talked for a bit. That was nice. I was still
seeing double at times and if I closed my eyes and sat there in the
sun, when I opened them again I felt a bit weird. So I got up and went
in Enigma where I had a pot of tea and called ... and apparently I had
flushed the toilet, leastways I hope I had. I had bought a book from
the Book Cabin, and I quickly wrote two pages of a story but I don't
think I'll finish it.

It was a long walk to the station, but the train was only five minutes
in coming, so I slunk aboard and found my radio which I tuned to the
World Cup Final. So I am sitting there listening to the final,
completely wasted and unable to do anything except watch the world go
by my window at high speed, while the Brazilians and the Germans run
around a football pitch on the other side of the planet. I am sitting
there and I want the Germans to score because I am fed up with the
Brazilians winning everything. I lost reception past Luton or Bedford
or someplace and turned off the sqawling static that impinged directly
onto my brain. At St Pancras I bought another Big Issue and the go down
inside the bowels of the Earth to get a ticket to Tower Hill by way of
Monument. I was standing in the queue waiting and there was a girl
going to some far flung place and I don't even have a valid passport.
Another chap had left his bags to one side and got told off for being a
security hazard, he looked foreign, probably didn't know. I am sitting
on the tube trying to figure out why Monument isn't on the Northern
Line. I get off at Bank and walk through to Monument and then Tower
Hill by another tube. I still don't know who won the world cup as yet,
and at Fenchurch Street I use the wap on my phone to find out, but the
match hasn't finished yet. I get the 14.10 home and I arrive at last
home again at 3ish. On the train I have written some poetry which I
then carefully upload (it disappears about an hour later)onto the site
and then spend ages talking to ... on chat. I take a look in the web
chat room and I am still typing up yesterday's entry for my diary as
well as talking to ... and making sporadic comments in web chat.

A while later I am reuploading my poems again. Then I post the diary
and I am still talking to ... and then I come off the net for a bit and
I am watching the John Cusack / Kate Beckinsale film "Serendipity"
which I think is worth watching although I think it got panned at the
flicks by some reviewer. The story is one of frustrated romance and how
two people seem destined for one another. It's a nice film and I
recommended it to a colleague today (1). Then I caught up on what had
been happening in Big Brother. Tim is now on the rich side on his own,
where he belongs the poseur. Kate was on the rich side but in an
appalling misjudgment gets the extra question wrong and has to join the
rest of the housemates on the poor side. Tim stands safely on his side
of the house preaching rebellion but when asked says there is no way he
is going to the poor side. Apparently he has been threatening to leave
if he doesn't get his way. The irony is that he is popular with Kate
and Adele, although I am at a loss as to why.

I pay my credit card bills and then go to bed.