Sunday 30 December 2012

Friday 21st December 2007 (pp1571-9)

Observe the portrait at the top of the page. It is one of my colleagues at the post office. He is described somewhere as eating christmas cake, watching star trek in the afternoon break, taking the lift. Sometimes I see him still in the library. I think I've seen him taking the lift there as well. He wears cool knitted waistcoats.

I went with my girlfriend to a gig at Fabrica gallery in Brighton. It was pretty arty. DJ Scotch Egg played and also someone called Goodeipal (I think that's how you spell it). He was a professor type guy and did a cross between a performance and a lecture about the threat of AI.










Friday 21 December 2012

Thursday 20th December 2007 (pp1560-9)

END OF BOOK! I might have stopped scanning before the end of the day. Second to last day at post office. It was a great job, didn't really feel that much like work. It just felt like it was the last few weeks at school before you break up and you don't really do any proper work, you just do pointless little filler jobs to pass the time before Christmas, no point starting anything new.



















Wednesday 19th December 2007 (pp1550-9)

I began writing little bits about my colleagues. I realised it was a good way of making up pages, and there were some interesting characters, people I acknowledge in the street for years after, we have been through this singular festive employment together.











Wednesday 19 December 2012

Monday 17 December 2012

Monday 17th December 2007 (pp1537-8)

Not sure what happened here. Maybe too busy buying presents. The end of the second page seems quite angry.



Sunday 16th December 2007 (pp1526-36)

Today I worked an extra day at the post office. We got paid extra. It was quiet, less people. On the way  home I went to a pub, that pub on the corner of Gardner street, can't remember its name, to do a bit of writing, and I had a nice hot chocolate.

Got home and my girlfriend was cutting Tiana's hair, or Ed's, and then other stuff happened, probably.