Leaving London

I left London a few days ago. As usual, when I leave London on holiday, I took the bus in the night. As usual, I put my backpack in the place provided for big bags. As unusual, the driver looked at me suspiciously and told me to take my bag with me. I guessed it happened to me because of my tanned skin (yes I have been sunbathing) but the same happened to a blonde so it must be the newly felt fear.

In theory, I am now on full holiday, treating my broken arm as best as I can, giving it excercise and getting even more tan on the way. In reality I must have been looking for a job, because I have found one. More on another day.

Feedback

AnarchoBabe says in one of her posts [no longer available..] that she likes mine, which is a real joy to read. Hers are really interesting too; unlike mine, they always talk about hard facts and happenings, rather than thoughts or useless rants like mine.

Sexual stereotypes

This is meant to be a funny joke that shows what are our stereotypes back home (the text is not mine)

In a pretty and desert island in the middle of nowhere, the following people were shipwrecked:

Food

I saw a program on TV, about the food we buy in the English supermarkets – I guess they will be the same as in Scotland and Wales but the program seemed to be focused in England, with a short walk to Europe that only materialised in Madrid.

Indy London

Bad times for indymedia London. I’m not sure when there were better times – probably when it was called indymedia uk – but for some time, most of the people who actually run it have been struggling to leave it in ‘good hands’ in order to move on and dedicate ourselves to other projects.