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Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
berlin ahoy
Back in Berlin for a couple of weeks. Been listening to Mark Thomas’s podcasts recently, “it’s the economy stupid” is def worth a listen. Ok, so I know I’m about 6 months late, but great listening if you want to understand how we got into this state and how the government is failing to do the right thing about it. Depressing knowing that the tories started it, Labour continued it and the prospect of a tory government won’t make anything in the slightest bit different. We really have no choice at the next election.
Work was ok today. Thought it’d be a bit of a nightmare but I think the worst is yet to come. Bleh! London was lovely at the weekend but after an aircraft delay and Heathrow Express delay I got to see less than I wanted. Feh. Can’t complain, tho I probably will 
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iTunes Music Store fail
Argh!
So I’ve been working hard, doing lots of late nights and stuff, which is why I’ve been quiet of late. I’m also rewriting the blogging stuff on freakcity from scratch which is keeping me busy on the evenings I get home from the office before 10pm. They’re be nicer, SEO friendly and shitloads faster, which is nice.
Went to the iTunes music store, thought I’d look up The Gift — an alternative Portuguese band who sound a bit like The Postal Service (although they were doing it earlier).
Noticed a third album I didn’t have. Downloaded it. The WRONG Gift.
I now own an album about prayer, shit lyrics, shittier guitars and wailing. What’s worse is that I gave them my money.
""I know what you are thinking
Your life is such a mess
Spinning out of control
But there is a light at the end
I prayed for you
Last night, last night
I prayed for you
And hoped you would see the light
I know you are afraid
Afraid to be lonely
And you are so confused
But you are worthy of the one who is true.
I prayed for you
Last night, last night
I prayed for you""
I can’t do any more. I feel dirty. REALLY dirty. And not because of guilt.
Had a weird dream last night about Dan, my ex. No idea why. Staged his own suicide, had everyone believing he’d died and making me feel bad for telling him “no” and leaving him just before he did it and then it turned out it was a trick, all my friends were in on it and now I was being hunted by him. I’d analyze it but I think it’d be too funny.
I guess that’ll teach me to spend so much time working...feh!
Flying back to London for the weekend tonight. Hopefully for a nice swim. I haven’t been back since I moved in with Liam, missing him and missing the pool. And the sofa
If anyone’s around and wants to come say hello/visit the new pad/do something interesting, I’ll be around during the day as Liam’s on nights