Yesterday was all a lie

You can turn over new leaves, even when you dont really mean to.

I ended up in the best place this evening. I danced with strangers, no, I twisted low with strangers, i drank organic cider which tasted like cardigans and wonderful at the same time,, i listened to songs about catholic girls getting off on bicycles, i met some kids from my home town. I was warm, I was welcome, there were photos on the walls, all neatly balanced with inexcessive fairy lights and a good amount of comfortable seating. It is the cafe i have been wanting to establish for myself for most of my life, only better. It has knitting evenings, and charity all tied up too.

Thank you Anne-Marie for being a friend who plays gigs and playing one there: please check out her songs cause they get better every time you hear them.

Lets not all go there all the time, because the bubble of happiness vibe might get popped, but should you ever venture to bethnal green, I strongly recommend it.

Things noticed on the way that i must do: Museum of Childhood

New Leaves for this week

There are none. I have had exams. This is a valid excuse.
No its not. I've had one exam. I spent the night before watching lolcats and texting people to tell them i loved them.

I also worked out that in my young life, I have sat more than 100 exams. Assuming each exam is about 2 hours long, thats a significant portion of time to be sat at a freezing cold desk reciting things you will forget a few hours later. Because that is all they are, memory tests, and thats why I am really good at them.

My new leaf for this week then, is not stressing over exams or coursework, because most of the time, someone other than your own temperamental memory, your pride, or that sickly devil who sits in your stomach singing songs about failiure and ingratitude, deserves your attention more.

First stop for new london leaf: Wellcome collection exhibition. It sounds fascinating. I have spent too years walking past the photograph of a giant armpit in a rush for piano lessons, and now I am going to go and see what its all about. I might even join the club. You get free coffee. There is good in the world.

A new leaf every week

I have lived in london for almost three years. Over all, I hate it, which is why I have to work to make hating it so much worthwhile.
This year, I am going to do something new and exiting in the city everyweek, and every week, try and make myself hate it a bit less, to dig a bit deaper under the dirt of crime and selfishness and pollution to see what good shit is going on for the sake of being damn cool. It must be here somewhere, its just got covered up, like your keys do when you get lazy and dont wash your socks.

This blog will document my challenge: to fall back in love with my home, they say theres no place like it. Well, that is certainly true. Amoungst the fly pits, amoungst the rot, my heart is still here. I want it back.