There is life in the beyond

Leave london. Do it. I did. I didnt even mean to, and now i am so taken with the beyond that im not sure i want to go back.

Cambridge is great. Its got bare good stuffs. Like cafe's. And bridges. And idiots on boats. And a market with fruitjuice. And a library. A bloody amazing library. And jazz in pubs. And stupid monday nights.

Im not partaking in it, but i know that its happening, and other people are enjoying it on my behalf. Some beautiful individual, probably with good shorts and nice eyes and a cute smile and nothing else specific he could be anyone, is currently not dancing with the hideous bleary eyed nerved up caffein high delerious monster that is me post library whilst the monster is not getting some rest but is rather sat on the sofa, very very nervous, parousing the internet for things to say and things to fill in the immense silence which fills the countryside, which she should ofcourse, atleast pretend to like.

This is not fair, but I can be no-one else for two more weeks, and i just have to hope that at the end of that i will be instantly more attractive.
Infact, ive been kept in the library against my will for the last 10 days. Thats why I am here, i didnt want to leave my city. But i need to do this to survive, and have thus learnt that survivng london is sometimes most succesful when attempted outside london.

So come to Cambridge. S'pretty close by. You might even end up in jamie olivers restaurant without knowing that that is where you are. I thought that pasta was nice, i thought it was unusally busy for a monday. I thought taking my lunch box in was in appropriate. The clue wasnt in the name or anything.