so, here i am, a few months later, writing from the Basement.

we've flown the nest, and as far as i know it's been gutted and redecorated, so it'll be our nest forever. which is a lovely thought.

sitting here at the end of the tunnel, three essays behind me, is a pretty sweet feeling. now it comes to planning where to go, what to wear and who to see.. starting tomorrow with CONTROL part II, which is at cockpit (always a good start) and features my lovely friend matthew, otherwise known as Monsieur, dj purveyor of all that is disco, boogie and proto-house. he ALWAYS plays me diana ross, and he always gives a bloody good show. good show!
the basement is starting to look like home too, since i put up a curtain. thank god for pulling eversoslightly too hard on the disgusting office blind on the window. it was spoiling my decor, which is mostly polaroid-and-painting based. i've got the lovely joy division next to my lovely wardrobe. it's pretty much perfect.

it's time to go for drinks near THAT house now. let's hope the view through the bar window is as tasty as the cheapskate £2.50 fake-tail i already know i'm having.