Diary of an up and coming sociopath

We eventualyl sent Tom off with a smile and a wave on Sunday morning. He made it to spain fine and is now enjoying it as much as he enjoys anything, I guess. He gets to be bored and discontent in a new environment, anyway, which is all any of us ever want.

Which is probably why I’m glad to be going to Reading tomorrow. The weather’s looking a mite dodgy but who honestly gives a shit? I think the fact I’m getting a bunch of time off work might be affecting my perception here. I much enjoy the new job to the old, but work is still work, and time off is still great. It’s not that I love being unwashed and filthy, but it’s been 3 years since I last camped at a festival and the whole experience is taking on a rose-tinted nostalgic hue. Who knows, maybe I’ll re-evaluate after this.

There’s probably going to be an extensive post detailing everything with painstaking attention, but I just thought I owed it to myself to actually do an update of some kind before disappearing for 4-5 days. I can’t remember being out contact with the blog for that long before, in fact. I may find some time to get online in some form (since if Tom can manage it using a mobile phone in spain, I’m sure I can do it from a few miles up the road)

I’m still working through Lolita. The book, I mean, you bunch of comedians. It’s turned from a literary curiosity into a damn good read during the course of the week. I actually find the narrative pretty funny a lot of the time (it’s supposed to be funny, I think) Tom told me he only knew the film and even sight unseen I was thinking “It won’t be as good as the book.” I was thinking of reading some essays about lolita to see what people have analysed out of the deeper layers of it, but I’ve been on the internet long enough that I know putting the word “lolita” into a search engine is probably not the smartest idea. Even now, the amount of times I’ve written…that word makes me wonder what sort of traffic I’m going to attract.

Ah well. Guess I’ll sign off until Monday. We may come back sunday night, but I don’t really fancy the chances for any blogging afterwards. Should still be contactable by text, if you just can’t live without my witticisms. Unfortunately I’m not about to give the number out over the internet, so you’d better hope you’ve got the right number.