hickuphelpline

I have a job! Yeeeeayeah!

No more poverty for me for a little while! I have also cleaned my bedroom windows today. Well almost all of them. I couldn't do the left side of the dorma. My bedroom is so abused. I have stains on the walls from a party that was more than a year ago. Last week somebody stuck post-it notes above my bed with SPAM written on them and little pictures of spunges it was an actor. That gang is full of actors. I suspect that wanted to make me dream of cleaning them. On the subject of dreams: the one and only time I listened to Mozart as I slept I dreamt of a rather enjoyable war.. When I saw Blake Morrison recently and asked him how literature (I currenty deem it the best education) could be brought to areas like Stanzz and Radford in Nottingham, he said something rather creepy about the Nazis listenining to Mozart as they conducted their <cleansing> ? and said that there is no "us and them". That theatre was the most middleclass gathering that I've ever been to. What was worse was that he presumed that I hated hip hop, even though I'd mentioned to him that poetry and writing is already proliffic in the hood here.

Coincidentally, the best original line that I heard on a bus today was "I'll touch your belly like Nesquick."