A life without pugs

And I was so good in July. Sigh.

The problem with this blog is, at times when nothing happens I am too bored to write about the nothingness. And at times when things happen, they usually happen all at once and leave no time for writing about them.

Like in August, some silly kids burnt half of London down, rioted in front of my house and made me afraid of leaving the house in the middle of the day for the first time in my life. Also, I had half a dozen job interviews, actually got a couple of jobs and have been working my first shifts. Plus I went to Brighton, Bristol and Manchester. Ros' sister Lins came to london and Loriot died and I lost a phone and bought a new one.

All in all a brilliant month, despite the Loriot thing. But, y'know. He was very old and he had lots of pugs* in his life, so I think it's ok.

September I decided to start off a little differently. Cause it has been a year this month that I moved over (2.9. it was...). Champagne! Music! Fireworks!
And I know it a little now, this London and I have some ideas of what I like and what not so much. So this month is the month of lists. Cause I love lists.


Let's go.






*pug as in the dog. Quote: "A life without pugs is possible, but senseless." Loriot.