We met in borough. She wore cyan. I wore crimson. We spoke of the past. Of what could have been.

We ate at a French restuarant. The waitress looked in awe. Young lovers. We drank Pinot Grigio. Tasteless plonk.

We will run away, to Vienna. We will make love and ask Frued what he thinks. We will have two children. Perl and Ruby; after the sirens of London. We will be content.

I am a writer who has forgetten how to write.

Think i’ll compile a list of what i’ve learnt about how to do revision in the past few days. Mike has some tips on where to revise [http://www.michaelhorlock.com/?p=42|here]

A picture of Roadkill for no apparent reason other than I took the picture.

Do:

Sit in a quiet and secluded area that is hard enough to write on and bright enough to read. Split your revision into manageable chunks and leave enough time to get through them.

Don’t revise with me, we’ll end up doing bugger all. In this case, swinging.

Don’t:

Meet up with a girl and go to a place with the intent on working. Go to the library and then sit outside for a social of drinks and ciggerettes. Go to the park and try to write. Take short 30min breaks at the nearest greenery. Take a motivational drug and expect it’ll motivate you to revise and not masterbate with intense concentration.

Steven whined at how the transfer process of Return of the Kings was such a pixellated mess, of how he could see when a blue screen was used, why oh why had they used a lower compression rate, surely if it was due to the length of the film they could have used 2 DVDs. He whined at how silly it was that in this day and age Coppermine used tables instead of CSS-P for positioning, why Menalto gallery 2 didn’t have an import function for Coppermine, why Drupal couldn’t intergrate nicely with Coppermine and at why he wasn’t making any money on his website. Why oh why indeed.

Instead of splashing out on an Ipod Mini he instead shelled out on some rather nice closed back headphones from Sennheiser, of course this was the consumer range and everyone knew that you might as well buy moderatly expensive open backs like the px100 rather than cheap closed backs but what they hey. He’d also resigned to looking like a pillock wearing old school headphones, jaded with the view that Natalie Portman would like him; with or without hair.

Steven had a number of films lined up for the coming Exam season ahead of him, Vera Drake, King Lear (Educational-Wahey), Star Wars: Clone Wars Series 1+2(Cartoon), The Woodsman (German), The Sea Inside, Before Sunrise(Before Sunrise was the sequal to the touching “Before Sunset”, where 2 strangers meet on a train while backpacking, there they decide to spend the hours before sunset getting to know each other- Very dialogue driven.) and Coffee and Ciggerettes (Black and White). He quietly thanked Guy for letting him borrow a couple of the DVDs from the Library for free.

Somehow he thought, he wasn’t going to get much revision done.

His closet love for comics reared it’s head, with him visiting Online Korean Artist, Derek Kirk Kim‘s Same Difference and having a re read. While subscribing to various Comic Blogs.

Irrate and sweaty at all the whining, he decided to calm down and watch that documentry on Pete Doherty, “Stalking Pete Doherty“, airing at 10pm on ch4.

Steven met up with Harri to try out his new found [abbr: NLP - Neuro-Linguistic Programming] skills, after successfully realising a [wiki: rapport] already existed he drank his tea and left.

He pondered on the meaning of life as he walked home, the soundtrack to his turmoil being “The Shins – Oh, Inverted World”. As he was pondering, an urge to shit forth his lunch materialised and he dashed home. After struggling for his last [http://blog.whatfettle.com/archives/000001.html|neptune's kiss] he noticed his nails were growing rather long and cut them.

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