Room 101, Begone Junk in my Trunk...

Evening all,

Busy day today. Had some serious miles to cover via Paddington and Kings Cross. The rail network did good, so there's a small miracle in itself. I find myself with a little time on my hands now to write a few words, so write I will!

Blog entry number 101, and the last time I reference the number of entries for ages (I promise). 101, 101, what can I say? Ah, yeah Room 101. So, Room 101 is a place to banish all the crap stuff in your life. So, from this blog forward I'm moving on. I'm focussing on the new and the positive things in my life and ditching the shit. Excuse my language, I do try not to swear on this blog, but 'ditching the shit' has a certain je ne sais quoi about it, so I'm leaving it in. 

One thing's for sure, if I don't channel my energy into making 2013 and all the new and wonderful things in my life, the tired old shit will start muck spreading it's slurry all over the shiny new grooves. I add at this point that my health is very much a part of the current and immediate future. It's also a core aspect of this project so I'm not going to stop harping on about it if I've had a bout of pain, or I've got some concerns, or if I'm happy with progress. But, there's a saying I read recently that rings true for all of us, especially this time of year; "You can't reach for anything new, if your hands are still full of yesterdays junk". So, Room 101, take the junk from my trunk (although my arse is still like a bag of bones right now) and I'll reach for the stars and see if I can grab a glimmer of light in the process. 

Plenty of mileage again tomorrow. A meeting in the North and another one in London. 3 more on Wednesday in London and maybe another couple in Brighton on Friday before hitting the tracks home. If my leg after one day of sitting on a train is anything to go by, I'm going to be in some discomfort by Friday. Be warned; self pity is only 72 hours away...

Dinner tonight was an experience. I've never been to a Brewers Fayre before. Nasty business it is too. Huge people shovelling all you can eat Chinese grot down their flabby throats. 2nds, 3rds and 4th helpings being put away, sweat dripping from every wrinkle and groove. Kids being shown how to 'get value for money' from the bottomless cups of Pepsi is pretty upsetting to watch tbh. However, the fish and chips was damn fine. It's because I'm kind of in the North and you simply can't serve rubbish fish and chips up here or you'll get lynched by the Sweaty Gang. Apple pie went straight back to the chef who microwaved it mind. I didn't need it anyway, a lifetime on the lips...

This might not read like Jack Kerouac’s ‘On the Road’, but London’s calling and there’s always a seedy bar and Beatnikery to be had there. Hold on to your hats, this is the calm before the storm. Or the calm before the slight breeze at the very least….

One Love

Jez

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