A friend told me this morning, quite happily, that he has no problem eating in McDonalds. I got quite angry.
A friend told me this morning, quite happily, that he has no problem eating in McDonalds. I got quite angry.
I have just finished the program. It has not been bad at all, at least it has been a lot better than last week… you always learn. For now, this is what I can say I should have learnt…:
>A friend of mine wants to pay his phone bill monthly but they are not letting him to do so. Why? Because he is a bl**dy foreigner. I guess they ave asked him how long he has been living here and since he has not been here more than 3 years, they have refused him as a customer. Why did they offered this to him in the first place?
I had to get on the tube today because there was such a big jam. It may have been half a year since I last used it. For non frequent users, the first thing that strikes is the obscene amount of advertising present everywhere, at least once you pass the barrier gates.
I very much liked and enjoyed the talk from the lady from the music industry in this Country. From a children’s play:
– I see, I see
– what do you see?
– I see a thing
– And what thing is that?
Many and very varied things have happened since I came to this Country 10 years ago. According to different witches and other friends, my personality has radically changed various times. Just in the first year I had my first job, I was sacked because I was useless, and before two weeks, I got a new one where my abilities were venerated – doing the same thing.
This came from Germany:
[1] http://hacklab.org.uk/
[2] http://www.hacklabs.org/index_en.html
[3] http://london2600.org.uk/
[4] http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/regions/london/
I can start and never stop. I have to choose yet another theme for my last article for my ‘journalism’ teacher. I had a list of possible subjects, but last Friday I could only remember the G8. He is great in distorting what people say, at least what I tell him – will it be this why he is a ‘good journalist’?
Dear Ben goes and says today that my final result on the current assignment will depend on the level of the other people’s articles. To make it even better, I tell the story to the angels of my guard and they answer that it is not that horrible.