anathemas anathema: [act of] curse, condemnation, disapproval

At last I read this famous book. I have used the chance to guess why it is a best seller… and I have mentally compared it with other books that I have liked a lot. “Un largo silencio”, (a long silence), or “La hija del canibal”, (The cannibal’s daughter) (I don’t think these two have been translated into English but I do think they deserve it – I could do it if it paid!) or “The name of the rose”. I’ll speak about those books on a later date.

I have no idea of what made my flat mates throw sulphuric acid down the toilet – funny word that the English had to borrow from the French because they didn’t find a word to name such thing.

I finally have a mobile! At last I am contactable, and I know what time I am living on without having to ask, and I also have an alarm clock. All in one.

The downside has been not to be able to get a mobile that “Ethical Consumer” considers the best, because the monthly charge was prohibitive. So, mea culpa, I go on with a company that has the call centre in South East Asia, where I am sure people are exploited or nearly… I know it because every time I call them it sounds as if they are far, far away, it gets cut often (although only for a few seconds) and they all have the same accent. When I first started with this company all had Northern English accents – so I presume they had the premises there -, it didn’t get cut and the sound was good. I would have changed but I had to continue with them if I wanted to keep the same number as before and a cheap rate. When I am richer, I will be able to be more ethical. Yes, it sounds horrible but that is how things are. And the same applies to fair trade and organic food, unfortunately.

My crystal bottle, which I always carry inside by backpack full of water, got broken yesterday. Nothing happens to clothes when they get wet, but horrible things happen to photo cameras and mobile phones. They stop working. Therefore, my mobile phone does not work any more.

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.

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.

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:

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.

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.

I have been disconnected for a long time because of a small device that adapts European cables to British networks. I am back to London and I don’t find it more changed than other times when I have come back after being abroad for shorter periods than this time.