Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The Falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart, the center cannot hold.... said W B Yeats (a famous footballer :-p). That sort of explains how I feel this moment. Going to London for a day gives me the creeps (Correction London gives me the creeps). But getting my visa sorted made this impromptu trip to London inevitable. Just because I mention it in a lighthearted manner, London doesnt come closer mind you. I have to catch a disgustingly early flight (for which I spent my children's inheritance) from Belfast International to London Gatwick (I think this is definitely cheating, Belfast International being some 2 hours away from Belfast and Gatwick being in a totally different corner of the world), figure out a way to get to Croydon and then find the home office. So here I am in total anticipation of a treasure hunt which I know that I will hate. I think I will edit it when I come back....

Penury

Till date I kept this blog a la Gili... which I would describe as funny, sarcastic, light reading material. I do not want to alter my style, but this piece is an attempt to critically analyse my financial situation. My bank balance this moment is £ 3. I dont get paid till 22nd of December. I am trying to get my visa extended, and silly me, I forgot about the holidays. Honestly, I dont know if I will reach home in January. I thought Penury was a word which shouldnt be used in ordinary conversation (well, there are a list of such words, I call it the Tosh list). But I cant think of any other good words... any suggestions friend?? Let me try and define my biggest problem now. A bill. For £300. No, correction. A shame. Having asked daddy for the money.

That, inspite of wearing my contacts the wrong way (and hence being blind in one eye and having a headache on the other side) , inspite of being hungry the whole day, inspite of having to work tonight till tomorrow morning, is killing me. (What Tosh. This is really not what I wanted to write. And I understand that the style is horrible.) Its just a nagging reminder that I have to find a proper job. They are not very easy to come by, especially if you are a person who dreams about the creative director coming down to kiss you awake some day (And make you his copywriting princess and let you work happily ever after.) I listen around on my way to the bank to get an overdraft. I hear the same story... Hopefully the money will be there on time. So....

If you are a creative director, I will email you my address... kiss me awake some day.
If you are a stranger, I am not a pathetic person, although this blog is pathetic.
And if you are a friend, I am dying to be back, but I dont know when...

Hopefully the money will be there on time.