, Leicester is at least 6hours train ride away, and yet again i can't fit it around work..,next year i hope.Still not sure when i will actually be able to return to leicester, i am hoping it will be sometime next year, possibly april or may, but it all depends on when i can find somewhere to live there.I have no idea how i am going to do this.Somehow i have to find somewhere to live before i move up again, then i have to find a job.The job bit shouldn't be so hard though.
. We have already started looking for places to go out and have found some cool clubs and bars.My brother and i are very different so we have have to find a good mix.So far we have found a pretty good looking dance club.Numerous bars..,a rock club, and a couple of interesting looking fetish clubs, but that all depends on the dresscode.In short it should be fun.
I was sure that they where not that big, but maybe i was wrong.I love those woods, if i am feeling low i can alsways be sure that a walk there will make me feel right again.Its also a seemingly limitless source of inspiration and although its not that far from the village it always seems so far way from the rest of the world, and seems to shut out the sounds of civilisation very nicely.All thats left, are the sounds and smells of nature, and of course its visual beauty.Unfortunately though there are those who don't have such reverence for our land, and occassionally you find rubbish littering the floor where others have camped and not cleaned up their shi9t.Fortunately my sister also shares my disgust for this act of disrespect towards nature.I just hope that her friends also do.Maybe there is hope afterall.hehe.
Anyway..i feel that i might as well carry on detailing the events of the wet and windy sunday, seeing as i am currently in the mood for writing, and also my internet connection doesn't seem to be playing games with me.
..yeh, so my brother always seems to complain about my choice of drinks, but he's just repressed, or too cowardly to try new things.I on the other hand like to try new things, and favour things that actually taste of something.Don't get me wrong i do drink lager, and strongbow and stuff like that, but they are not my preference and it always amuses me to hear a dedicated stella drinker bitching at a dedicated carlsberg drinker about how he/she can't drink such s*@t....because....,it tastes awfull?...sorry but they all taste pretty much the same to me, perhaps...just maybe there is a veeerry slight difference, but its hardly going to shatter my taste buds and make me recoil in horror, it all tastes like piss after three pints , they only difference is that some are stronger than others, and some contain more weird chemicals in the brewing process than others.These chemicals of course affect people in all manner of weird and wonderful ways, its no coincidence that people who drink too much stella often turn into crazed berzerkers, but despite this rant i have nothing against people who drink that stuff, as i say, i sometimes drink it myself.. if i am desperate, and as long as i am not on the recieving end of stella rage then its all good.Alchopops however are a different thing though, lets not go there...i will save that one for a day when i have nothing better to say..,or for hate alcho pop-drinkers day, its a new national holiday by the way..,hell we seem to have one for every othe week or month, why not have one more.This one encourages buying guns and population control though, not the purchase and celebration of alchopops.....,yes this IS positive consumerism.(ok that wasn't funny...perhaps a bit too misanthropic for my own good).
So after the pub we went for a meal in the kookabaa(i think thats how you spell it), its an aussie themed restaurant run by local surfer kids(i think that you can possibly predict what the interior looks like...,go on its fun.BE CREATIVE!.
I stuck to a nice straight jack.I wasn't much in the mood for heavy drinking anyway.
After we had finished our meal we wandered down to the harbour wall to get alittle wet.
It was high tide and combined with the winds and the sea spray it made for a refreshing end to the evening.
The waves were pounding against the rocks and the sea wall with such force that the water was shooting up into the air about ten feet and falling over the wall, the hand rails and onto the pavement awell as anyone who was standing there, namely us and a few other crazy locals.
We then finished off with one last drink in' the deck', before the walk home to a nice warm house, to watch a bit of dirty sanchez (my brothers idea again...,who would have thought), and an episode of Firefly.
All in all, quite a nioce sunday evening.