Saturday, 9 May 2009

Smoothies a Nangman.

When Ice Cream hits  on  the mic, the haters  come up.

On Wednesday night I was supposed to be somewhere in Stepney Green for 7 o' clock. I left my house, locking the four locks behind me and a had little bit of Capital Gold Jazz Legends Disk 2 in my ear. I was enjoying myself far too much to be paying attention to where I was, and soon found myself lost. Instead of turning and re-tracing my steps, I did a Forrest Gump and just carried on walking and did some thinking. 

A number 25 bus went past, so I climbed on it and ended up in Oxford Circus. Now with the Lost in Translation sound track playing, I pretended to be in Tokyo for a bit. 

I thought about cities and how much I like them.

After trying on a few garms I couldn't afford, I got on the number 8 and came home to watch the last 20 minutes of the Apprentice. It was a bit boring, and Ruby Wax scares me.

Thursday was a good day.
Took the pimped out riot van to Harpley P.R.U. An oasis of calm and reflection. /. 

A Pupil Referral Unit is where students are sent if they have been kicked out of mainstream education. They stay there until they are found a place at another school or are ready to go back. Having taught a lesson there nearer the beginning of the year, we recognised a few faces. 

After getting over the disappointment that no, Tim Westwood is not still on the van,  the students were fun to talk to and get to know. One of their teachers seems to know nearly everyone in the music industry. Go Vader. 

There is also a very wonderful TA. Hello Shane from Ireland.

After laying down some grimee choonz and having lunch from a proper East End cafe, and after Lucy had dropped hers on the floor (with a little help from me, stupid Elle Woods) we drove to George Greens and worked with the van there. 
Here I am known as Ice Cream. Yeh. 

Saw Phoebe in the evening and then Friday happened as well. In the evening I was feeling all weird so I went and did some thinking and eating just outside St Paul's. It was nice and I cleared my head and went off to see Lyd. 

We sat quietly for a bit and didn't understand why people don't just sit quietly more often.






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