When I went to South Carolina in 2015, I didn’t want to come back. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where I cried in the airport and didn’t want to get on the plane. Not because I’m afraid of flying – on the contrary, in the sky is one of my favourite places to be – but because I didn’t want to leave Myrtle Beach.
I love London. I always thought I hated it, because it’s a city and I think of myself as predominantly a country person, but I love it. The anonymity, the melting-pot of cultures, the way my little corner of it feels like a community but also most people mind their own business.
I love that it’s a very walkable city, and few areas are more appealing to walk around than the Thames Path. Continue reading “Wednesday Wanderings: The Thames Path”
As we all know, I’ve been offline a lot lately, and work hasn’t exactly been as busy as it normally is, due to my organs rebelling against their allocated tasks and rising up in a kind of painful internal revolution.
I’m not blogging as often either, mainly because my brain feels like it’s made of cotton wool that’s been drenched in chloroform. But it’s looking like this whole situation is going to be dragging on for fucking ages, and so I’ve decided to return to doing a round-up post once a week on this blog, for four reasons:
- There’s generally one day a week when I feel vaguely alive.
- I’d like to keep some kind of blog activity going.
- While I’m not able to do anywhere near as much as usual, I am still getting some stuff done. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that because of the amount of time I’m currently spending lying on the sofa watching Netflix, but I think it’d be good to reassure myself that I am still living my life, albeit in slo-mo.
- People keep asking me for updates on how I am and what condition my health is in, and it’s exhausting to have the same conversation 46 times, so if you want updates, you now know where to get them.
So, without further ado, the round-up of the last week or so.
I’ve been going to my gym for about four months now, and I love it. It has lots of nice features: a pool, a punchbag, a jacuzzi, a sauna, and a lack of outbreaks of contagious fungal infections, which puts it several rungs above the bargain-basement-value establishment I was frequenting before.
It also has a different feel to it in terms of personal interactions.
I hardly ever go to the cinema these days. Once a year at most. But there was a time, when I was living in South Kensington and going to uni just off Kensington High Street, when I went quite often. And I always went to the Kensington Odeon.
It was where I watched Stardust and thought it was excellent; where I was so disappointed by The Golden Compass that I swore never to watch a film adaptation of a book again (something I went back on in later years, which was lucky; The Hunger Games and The Book Thief are excellent).