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Saturday December 31, 05
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10:58 AM - the end won't be long
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How remiss of me to have neglected my diary for so very long. New Year's Eve seems like an appropriate enough day for an entry - whilst I'm still lucid at any rate.
Life's been rather hectic lately, traveling all over the show with work and losing touch with all my friends; however, I have (rather unfortunately) managed to catch up with all of them over the festive period. It's almost taken me back to the good old days of University - which seemed awful at the time, I must admit, but I now look back on with fondness - when everyday was a new drunken adventure. We thought those days would never end, sonny. We really did.
Lost in Cambridge city centre, a couple of weeks ago, it was getting close to midnight and I was trying to find my hotel. Driving down some cramped one way street, I finally saw something which looked like it could have been it. I only saw it at the last possible second - before I even knew I'd found the hotel I was already past it, and this was a one way street, so I couldn't turn back. This, I realised at the time, was in many ways a metaphor for the way my life had turned out - past it almost as soon as I got there; I didn't even have chance to park the car and take a look around. Of course, the difference between life and my expedition to Cambridge was that in Cambridge I simply had to follow Cambridge's tedious one way system back to where I had been. If only the same were true of life.
About a month ago, the Galloping Sausage having broken down one time too many, I decided to treat myself to a new car. I've still yet to name it, but it's a rather fine silver Ford Focus. The first car I've ever bought (my parents bought me The Sausage); it's not brand new, but I am the only owner (it was a demo model). So far I think I've driven it about 4 times, including the journey home from the showroom, thanks to the amount of time I spend traveling and such. When I was in Germany a couple of weeks ago I got to drive around in a Mercedes for the week (the joys of booking your own hire car). Have you been to Berlin? It's a rather beautiful city, you should really go, sonny. I never even knew that, in the days of East and West Germany, Berlin was actually slap bang in the middle of East Germany, and that West Berlin had been a tiny island of West Germany, marooned there, the only way out either by plane, or a specific road. How very, very strange.
Anyway, I'm off to phone the Samaritans. Toodleoo.
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It's one of my resolutions to go there in 2006!
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