Pay phones and Letters

This is written during a brief hiatus from blogging, when I had no internet connection for three weeks

I need to make a few private phone calls and I’m looking for a pay phone. What the hell happened to pay phones? I’m not going into all the details but I just need to make a private call without someone nosy trying to overhear a conversation with a person he/she banned from his/her life for a ridiculous reason, ever since my dad past away. I’m surprised that these days you’re basically forced to have a mobile, what if I don’t want one?

Same goes for internet, I’ve applied for a connection because when I tried to arrange things from London I was told I couldn’t until I was registered and each registration should be done online… What if I’m nearly 80 and I don’t understand a thing about computers? Which is extremely unlikely -the bit about computers that is- because computers *read Apple Macs*, internet and everything related is my juice but you’ll get the point, don’t you?

I really would like to make that phone call but I have no clue where to go… How come I feel so utterly lost again, having no answers to all my questions and not knowing where to go or who to turn to to find these answers? Thankfully, I received a letter on Tuesday from my provider. Only three more weeks to go until I’m connected again but hopefully with a bit of luck I’ll receive the package next week so I can install the network.

Along with the news from the provider, I received a really sweet letter all the way from Malta with a beautiful symbolic gift from my friend Wen. I’m trying to keep my chin up and endure all the madness, sadness and chaos but I really had a tough TOUGH TOUGH week. So when the letter came in it changed my mood completely and lifted my spirit.

Horror Night Wasted

C. invited me to a party tonight, a farewell party for a -now- ex-colleague of the Times. We would take the bus so C. would come over to ours. Because she was running a bit late I. brought her over and decided to take us to Stratford because we had to change buses there. He took us to the bus station where we had to wait for ten minutes for the bus to arrive. When it did, it was jam-packed.
Just outside of Stratford a Caucasian man got of the bus clearly annoyed by two other guys who were black. The Caucasian guy tried to stay reasonable and tried to explain his annoyance to one of the guys but didn’t succeed, he then turned around to walk away but the moment he turned he got hit by the black guy. He hit the man so hard he hit him unconscious and he fell flat on his face. He was just lying there for ages not moving anything while a huge pool of blood started to flow from under his head/face.
I was totally horrified having to watch all this from the bus. Scared that the man had died. Chris and I ran up to the driver telling him not to leave because the man was still unconscious and bleeding severely. The bus driver called an ambulance. It took ages and I had to call A. just to vent. I felt so helpless and angry. Pointless violence, I just hate it. It was quite shocking to see and I was very emotional being a witness of all this…
Chris left her mobile number with the bus driver in case we had to come to the police station and point out the guys who did this or leave a statement. I have a very clear picture of what happened and what both guys looked like. They just ran off as fast as they could. Tossers. Anyway after about 15 minutes the man was conscious again but still suffering from memory loss. As soon as the ambulance was there we left and took the next bus down town being totally absent-minded.
I didn’t really feel like going to a party anymore because I had this looping movie in my head. I needed a strong drink to be honest. We got off the bus halfway and took a cab to the Ivory House where we were supposed to meet up at the Bang Bar. After finishing two bottles of wine I had a really nice evening I have to admit… Chris and I both had a great time. I’ve met some people from the Times, also got into a conversation with a total stranger. Some Italian guy, who probably still has to come out of the closet and find himself being gay.
He moved here two months ago and knew no-one. So we ended up comparing situations. I handed out my business card to several people and will have to meet up with one of the designers for lunch. He was interested in and impressed by my knowledge, which is good because it’s networking and will bring me possible assignments. He made it all sound promising! Like all graphic designers do at some point I will have to exchange some software since I promised him… Funny how that always seem to happen, must be a designers thing…
At one in the morning I hailed a cab and we drove home to I.’s where him and A. have been composing music all evening. It was good to be back again. I had a really nice evening even though it didn’t start off well. Met some really nice people, had a good laugh and got pretty wasted. Talked to Christina and Nicole again who I’ve met at the Barbie auction preview at Christie’s [see post and pics here –>]
I can’t remember when I was this wasted; it has been quite a while since I have been taking meds that didn’t allow me to drink alcohol… Let’s hope there will be some assignments soon… emoticons/wink.gif