what i have done

yesterday i walked from oval to balham, along the northern line - oval, stockwell, clapham north, clapham common, clapham south, balham. it took about 1.30 hours. between oval and stockwell were a forest of high rises and council flats. also found a square called albert square. towards clapham everything gets better, shops (i bought a half litre bottle of soy sauce and copy of possesion by a.s byatt. i bought the book because it was recommended by my NY friend anna. she said it was one of her favourite books of all time. i've had a flick through it, and it seems a bit wanky and pretensious, with pages of critique of victorian poetry and REALLY long words). along side the common were lots of white georgian house, with tall trees and fancy cars, all covered in bird shit. between clapham south and balham was suprisingly trendy with lots of cool bars and resturant, filled with fine young things. as you approach balham it gets chavvier, with a mcdonald and wetherspoon ruining the view.

after reading olav's biog i've been thinking of the nature of this weblog. why am i doing it? one reason is record those moments too easily forgotten, but life is filled with a million moments. what ever i write is going to be part of my selected memory anyway. isn't it? life is in the detail right? so should i write that i'm sitting on a wooden chair, listening to guns and roses, whilst writting this? it is sunny outside, i feel a little bit hungry and i can see a world cup wall chart and ryan adam on the wall in front of me. there is a fly and i keeps buzzing past the screen. the keyboard i'm using is blue, i'm wearing shorts with no top. i haven't brushed my teeth even though it's almost 12. who is interested? reading back it could be interesting. didn't kerouac just write down what ever popped into his head, no matter how banal it seemed? when i was young there was a period were i was paranoid about losing these moments and used to save everything. i used to horde reciepts, ticket stubs, leaflets, stones, carrier bags, leaves, sweet wrappers... anything that might remind me of what i did on that day. obviously this couldn't contine after a few month and my parents made me chuck it all away. i still remember looking over it one last time and could just about remember every memory attached to every bit of rubbish i had. i guess these weblogs and notebooks are just an extension of this.

i have just read my last post on BB3. i wrote that in a rush at daryl's house. it's a bit rubbish. i also want to change the layout of my weblog to have smaller font, so expect to see some changes soon!

oh yeah, yesterday i also went to the channel 4 indian summer thing in regent's park and went for a curry in brick lane with a load of indians (raul, dip, dal, prenord (sp?), and a girl who i can't remember the name).