I hope you are all well, and those of you in the UK are still enjoying the snow. It is STILL raintastic here in LA. You don't really get much rain in these parts so it's a big novelty for most people even a week into events. For little old me though it just reminds me of home, and of those depressing journeys into work. The thing I am least looking forward to going back to England is the commute into work, and especially when it's chucking it down. In fact thinking about it makes me shudder like Ian Curtis during one of his turns.
As you would have guessed by now the Emster hasn't had time to do her blog entry. She would have not have made such a crass joke about a dude with epilepsy. Emma is the nice one, and I am the rock n' roll rebel pushing back the boundaries of blogging.
I digress though. Why hasn't Emma submitted her entry? It isn't because it's going to be some great piece of literature (she told me to not build it up like a buttercup). The truth is that Emma had to work all weekend (how rubbish is that?) and as such her creative juices have been well and truly drained. If Emma was a bath all of her water would have gone down the plughole in a very quick fashion.
While Emma was working I spent Saturday and Sunday tweaking and rehearsing a work presentation (which got postponed anyway but that is a different story) so it was very quiet indeed in the Ollington residence. I did take a walk into Venice to go to the hairdressers. It was a lovely afternoon and I made a compilation on my ipod for my special stroll. I got the time wrong though and I arrived a hour late for my appointment. Sadly Brooke Tittinger (as my hairdresser is called) couldn't fit me in and I had to go without a ruddy haircut (but I was able to do a little shopping). I get my haircut here fact fans:
http://www.venicetrim.com/
I will miss my haircuts at 'Trim'. I love it there, they offer you a drink of beer and wine. I never accept but it's nice to be asked. I have booked another appointment with Brooke for this time next week. I will endeavour to get the time right this time.
It was weird spending the weekend by myself. I am someone who has always very much enjoyed his own company. I never get bored of pottering around, in fact there is always too much to do, read, see, etc. I will say though that as Emma and I have been joined at the hip the last year I didn't enjoy the Sunday half as much. It didn't help that I had this presentation hanging over my head but it wasn't just that. In fact while I didn't get bored I did get a tad lonely.
Adjusting to life in England will be weird in so many ways, and not just because of the rubbish weather. The Emster and I practically lead the same lives now and I really enjoy it. Gone are the times when we are often out and about doing our own thing... Of course it is very healthy indeed not to do everything with your partner (and we don't) but it has been smashing hanging out with each other all the time.
We have had a ruddy nightmare this week surviving on about two dollars. Our bank has messed up our money transfer from pounds into dollars (again) and we have spent all week worrying that a few grand had disappeared into the interweb vacumn. Luckily the bank realised they never bothered pressing the 'send' button (after a week of telling us we had to wait about thirty working days before we could chase it) and we may have some money at some point this month. Banks eh? If I didn't know better I would say they could be in trouble soon.
Despite the rain, work and money shenanigans it's actually been a fine and dandy week. As David Bowie sang on Ashes to Ashes "I'm happy, hope you're happy too". But having said that he also said on the same song "I wanna axe to break the ace", and I have never wanted an axe, nor have I any ice to break. I like my ice to be in cubes in a freezer. I can them put them in my Sprite Zero to make a delicious refreshing soda even more tasty.
Catch you soon,
marc x
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