“You’ve got a figure
like a nigger
only bigger”
As for what’s going on in the second spread, I’m open to any suggestions.
So, I went along for the results of my personality test at the Scientology Dianetics Centre yesterday. It was surprisingly uneventful other than the fact that the building was amazing and the girls were all beautiful.
I would go into more detail but really I wasn’t paying much attention when they analysed my test results what with all the attractive architecture and Scientologist girls.
Suffice to say they told me i wasn’t achieving my potential and that Scientology and Dianetics could help me do that. As long as I bought lots of books. And DVDs. And volunteered down at the Centre. You get the drift.
They gave me a nice DVD too.
I’m going to go back and take some photos later in the week but for now here’s a photo of the central staircase.
I developed this in our home darkroom and wiped it dry with a polyester jacket because I was too lazy to get a cloth.
Fortunately a few scratches can’t diminish the delights of Butlins in rainy December.
More photos on my Flickr
House sharing inevitably generates passive aggressive behaviour patterns, which although tiresome, can lead to some wonderful intra-house correspondance.
These are a handful of the notes I’ve collected over the past three years of sharing a house, and as soon as I can dig the rest out from under my bed I will add some more to the collection.
Once I found a discarded notepad in the Hobgoblin pub in New Cross.
It started off a bit strange, with shopping lists for “leci”, “tobac”, “T Bags” and “puff”. Then it had a design for a water tower, and a page about electro active polymers. Then a page that said “The actions the Jews are taking justify what Hitler did to them”.
I feel a bit weird keeping this book with my personal effects but I can’t bring myself to get rid of it whilst I still have no idea what it all means.
Below are a few pages of the notepad reproduced for your viewing displeasure.
My grandparents moved to Spain last year but before they left I got to root through their photograph collection for a few gems. Here are some of my favourites.
I collect a lot of strange artefacts from Deptford Market so I thought I’d take the opportunity to catalogue some of them here.
These are some photographs from the News of The World archive which were “found by a bin” so Peter tells me.
The photograph of the toilet block that George Michael was caught in is quite a scoop, and surely worthy of a photography Pulitzer.
I used to be something pretty special.
For some stupid reason I have decided, with only a few days notice, to apply to do a Masters starting in September.
Planning Fail.
Back here after I’ve filled in forms until my brain turns to mush.
In other news, finally going to meet Sophie at the Dianetics Centre on Tuesday. I want to smuggle in a dictaphone but I’m scared they have scanning devices.
Forms make me paranoid.
I am definitely not going to answer this time. Probably.
Update @ 21:53: She didn’t even call. What an anticlimax. I think they’ve realised they aren’t gonna turn me.