viewing a flat in Beckenham. the area is quite nice. it's what London is like in
Hollywood movies starring skinny girls.

  • 1 red telephone box,
  • street lined sparsely with trees,
  • a few wee local shops with wee local names,
  • a pub that has chosen muddy chartreuse as its entire colour pallette the

apartment itself, I think, is up too many stairs; the building smells really
weird, and the bathroom has rust and age but it's affordable, in a nice place,
the front door of the place opens into the patio of a Spanish restaurant, but it
has so many stairs and they are tight and dark and old and dirty and creaky, and
the place looked damp, and the place smelt damp maybe for six months it would be
okay 

I don't like the taste of IPAs. But I do like that people don't stare at you
when for opening one in the street, the way they do if you open a Stella or a
Guinness.  the bitter taste of hops is the bitter taste of classism i deserve it
Struggle Session IPA 

i'm not in a good place 

not.to be maudlin but these days even when I'm having a nightmare I'm
disappointed when I wake up 

fella called Pat just walked up to me in a park and started telling me about how
he was a jockey.

in 77 he lost 7.6 stone and raced the County Christo (?)

he has photographs
he told me he was related to the Taoiseach

"sleeping in the park? sure we're all prime ministers"

he asked me if i'd rather a cider or a lager and he'd get it and come back and
meet me.

i told him i'll have to go here, Pat and he asked me my name and i said chee. 5
minutes later he said "who are you" and i said "chee" and he said "aye i've
heard of you"