Diary of an up and coming sociopath

That’s it then. I’ve left Oxford for the last time. Well, 28 Morrell Avenue, at least, I’m relatively certain that at some point in life I’ll return to live in Oxford, since it’s a pretty nice place. Small enough to walk around, yet large enough to be diverse. I would not be against living there in the future. However, that day, should it ever come, is far off. Far, far off. Foor today, focus was placed on actually leaving Oxford.

But first, yesterday. Friday the 13th. That didn’t actually affect anything, now that I think about it, but still. Yesteray we finished packing and tidying (more or less) and had a brief chat with the crooks at Isis. We seem to have sorted out everything that needs it there, for now. Terry came up in the van and took a load of furniature home, and then after he’d gone we walked down to the comic shop and I got the latest batch of releases. On the way, I stuck some of the stickers I bought to various things. These stickers read simply “Trapped in sticker factory - send help” and I stuck a few of them about Oxford in order to add a touch of surreality to people’s days, or at least, I hope it does. Speaking of which, when we walked down to Isis, we spotted, written on the pavement, the missive: “CHALKING IS THE PREROGATIVE OF THE ACTIVIST” A powerful message, I’m sure, but it doesn’t really mean anything, nor was it spelt correction. That’s their misspelling, not mine.

Later on, we got fish and chips for dinner. We had no place to sit and no way of cooking any food, so there seemed little reason to try and cook any of the food we pretty much didn’t actually have left anyway. I ran into the co-op and got two mint crisps, and it made me wish I’d taken the opportunity to buy more while I was so close to a place that sold them. Ah well. I went to bed reasonably early.

Saturday morning, Nikki and I packed up the last stuff in our room, chucked out all the crap we had no room for, and then loaded it up. We got to vacuum seal the duvet, which turned out great - we now have a kind of ultra-dense duvet/rock/carbonite thing which is quite small but still strangely heavy. Vacuum sealing certainly is the future. I took Ian and his stuff to George’s place, and meanwhile Nikki began her drive back, since she’s learning to drive again. Reminds me of the time I drove to Worcester, before I had my license. After dropping off Ian and his stuff, I drove back with all my stuff crammed into the car. It’s often a worry to consider that were I to crash, not only would my car be destroyed, but most everything I own. In fact, it’s best not to think about it at all.

Mum helped me unpack my stuff, and with nothing else left to do for the day, I went up to Nikki’s, realised Id forgotten the CDs I was supposed to be taking, brought he back here, gave her the CDs, took her home, and then went to meet Josh, Al, Jo and Si at the pub. We spent an hour or two at the expense of about £3 each playing ont he quiz machines, and basically, we lost all our money, but in a fun way, so it’s alright. At Josh’s we watched some live Cure concert, and it has to be said that, like Frank Black, Robert Smith has really put on masses of weight these days. He looks like an old woman. He should probably give up his goth makeup because it no longer works.

Well, that’s that then. 3 years of Oxford living comes to an end. Hopefully a few years of London living can soon begin.