A Travellerspoint blog

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I've not posted in a long while because my ass has been busy, mainly slaving away doing Fiverr gigs. I was going to write a post entitled 'The rise of Southampton and my part in it' but Travellerspoint did not save my draft and my life has moved on.

Last night I hosted the inaugural meeting of a Writer's Group I set up through Couchsurfing.org. We met up at The Chapel http://www.thechapel-broadstairs.com/ and our group consisted of me and two lovely girls that sat opposite me and dazzled me with their intellect and literary chops. (And it must be said, their attractiveness). We all had a go at writing the first chapter of a story we made up on the spot. We also got progressively drunk on fruity cider. One is a psychologist who juggles in her spare time and the other organises music festivals and is about to go off to Europe for a month, which might have an adverse effect on the writer's group. Happily, the Thanet Loop bus runs past midnight and I got a late bus back to Margate listening to the fascinatingly frank patter of two drunk girls on the back seat. One in particular was looking at pictures of blokes- perhaps on FB on her phone- and was brutally honest about what she thought of them. They were on a mission to go to a friend's house and drink some more.

In other news I've ordered some humane mouse traps from Amazon, so I can catch and release them. In the park or McDonald's or somewhere. I thought sealing that hole up would do the trick but I was in bed the other night and heard one of them rummaging around in a carrier bag I'd left on the floor. I then slept on the sofa in the lounge for the next 3 days. The trouble is, this house really is OLD.

I was also in London the other day and went to the Merge festival on South Bank. Saw two one girl plays in a caravan and had some literature typed for while I waited.


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Down at Fraggle Rock

Down on the ground outside my Victorian abode the locals are often quite vocal and like to exercise their lungs in street slanging matches. Fights may break out, insults are traded.
Last night I heard this harsh insult delivered betwixt two who were breaking up. "You’re a fraggle, mate.” I wondered if it had anything to with the immediate vicinity, which is called Nayland Rock. Could Nayland and Fraggle have got mixed up?

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A new friend

I was sitting on my sofa watching the updated, 2014 edition of ‘Loose Change’ on Youtube. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a black thing dart across the kitchen floor. I knew it must be a mouse/rat or a particularly large spider but managed to convince myself that it had never happened. A few minutes later I saw the same thing. I convinced myself it was some sort of optical illusion and went and hid in the bedroom. Then I heard rustling and looked through the internal window between my bedroom and kitchen. There was a mouse trying to get into one of my improvised bin bags. Then it darted into the corner of the room. When I finally plucked up the courage to approach the corner of the room I saw a Tom and Jerry style mouse hole in the exposed floorboard underneath the kitchen counter. Honestly, I didn’t think holes like that existed outside cartoons. The first thing I did was log into a an ultrasonic video on YouTube that plays a high pitched sound that is meant to discourage mice. I also tried to make some noise with the hoover but seeing the mouse in the hole, probably about to come out again I knew more drastic action was necessary and stuffed a facecloth in the hole and another under the loose skirting. He hasn’t nibbled his way through it yet.

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Beginner's luck

I woke up this morning feeling pin sharp. I haven't felt this way in a long, long time. Suddenly I can do things like washing and tidying up much faster. Hope it lasts! (This is probably how normal people feel all the time). So anyway, my birthday was spent soi-meme, as per usual. My mum said I should go out, but on my own? I eventually decided on the bingo. It cost ten pounds for an evening's worth of tickets and 3 pounds for a beer. I won 80 quid, so it was worth stretching my legs but I didn't enjoy it. The caller races through the numbers like a thoroughbred on steroids- it's not glamorous like in the Aviva advert. I don't know, why not combine it with a bit of cabaret?

My only other contact with the outside world that I look forward to is on Wednesdays because I always sit next to an Estonian woman about my age who I have a good laugh with. She is very good at maths and I can use her as a crib sheet. Quite good looking too, but spoken for.

I have a Canadian friend who is doing a master's degree in film theory in Glasgow. It's possible that before my film wraps up totally I'll go up there and film him. I take it as a good omen that one of the characters in my film, Kevin, is from Glasgow.

And that is about it on the news front. I'm mainly living inside a cocoon as I was in China- doing my little projects. I plug into the national conversation by keeping an eye on Southampton and the Premiership and watching Downton Abbey, which I've found disappointing for all sorts of reasons but is not without merit.

Weather,16 degrees, sunny, windy.


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The man at the back

Bus didn’t turn up (Stagecoach, an old old story), was about 25 minutes late. Laurie was well in to a lesson on displacement (when less reactive atoms are exchange for more reactive ones) and I struggled to get to grips with what he was teaching. He was showing how a battery works. A negative and positively charged piece of pure and impure copper in a sulphate solution. He always invites questions if we get confused. I was trying to remember all the basics we’ve been taught so far so and trying to put all the jigsaw pieces together. I asked Laurie what I thought was a reasonable question, why blah blah- to which a girl at the front- an attractive BBW as it happens- said ‘Why do you have to make everything so complicated? .’
‘Who?” Said Laurie.
‘That man at the back’ the girl said, without even turning round. ‘You don’t need to know why, it just does.’
And that just about sums it up. In China I was the monkey, in England I am the man at the back…Perhaps that should be the new name of my blog.
I’ve just devised a way to get to the front but that’s another story.
Having been a teacher myself I must say that I know one of the big problems in the classroom is not (just) the teacher but other students. If you are discouraged from asking questions by other students what can the teacher do? Well Laurie did his best- he came over in the break and explained it to me in the time he had. It’s not really difficult to understand it’s just that there are component pieces to put together and if I’m not careful I’m going to start missing out components.
Laurie asked us where we were all from, as in previous years some have come from as far afield as Ashford. One student said, ‘i get extra points because I come from a rough town. I’m from Margate.’ When she found out where I was from in Margate she said ‘Ohhh, be careful. It’s rough round there.' And to think, it's not even the roughest part of Margate.

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