cornhole

30th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Jeremy stayed with us at my sisters house, we all decided that a day out to Restormel Castle near Lostwithiel would be good for the mind.
Can’t help thinking about how Cornwall can change and not change, so many great things have disappeared from St.Austell, and other shit gets placed there. The Cornish as a whole reject change [being Cornish myself, I know this to be true] even if its for the good of the people… unlike the new maccy dees, a woman several years back wanted to build a house for her son, the council rejected her plans and now theres a useless Maccy Dee’s in the same projected place. [I guess money talks] If thats seems like something absurd, the very fact that Truro cathedral, a whopper of a building, was going to be built in St.Austell - but after public refusal [this is hundreds of years ago] the Cathedral got built in Truro - Cornwall’s current capital. This is strange because St.Austell has about twice as many residents as Truro. The list goes on, St.Austell rejected inner town revitalisation projects, marks and spencers, but let a tower block be built and also kept plans to turn St.Austell into a donut town.

Went to my Grandparents town of Redruth later that day.

no more p13

29th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Woke quite early, put my clothes on, jun and I got into my sisters new yellow motorised love wagon. Drove Ruth to work and headed out for the Eden Project. Quite an amazing place, loads of huge biospheres stuck in the bottom of an old quarry, or to put it another way, posh visitors centre and car parks a plenty overlooking space age building site! Yep the Eden project is not yet finished.

Got a taxi to St.Austell station. Cost = 6. Now when i used to live in Cornwall I would have thought this expensive, but London has taught me the true meaning of expense. Minor note but St.Austell has actually changed since I left. A town that never really changed while I was there - changed while I was gone! The station has had a facelift, erm, well more of a knock it all down and lets start again shall we project… resulting in one of the most out of place buildings I have seen this year. St.Austell now has a drive through Mac.Donnalds - yeah, great. I dont mean to sound like a terrorist but if it were legal to burn shops I would make it my life long mission to rid this unhealthy science food outlet from our streets.

Went to Mevagissey for a few hours and looked at some sea and some boats and some seagulls. Who looked at us in return.

St.Austell will never be the same without Planet13, I dont recognise anyone there anymore… just sort of sat in parks pineing for the good old days when me mates and I would drop down to the local [o'calahans Irish themed pub], always be assured of a seat and someone to greet All those faces have gone now.

Arranged to meet all of my mates in o’calahans.

Hey Hey, it was karaoke night! Got slightly pissed with my sister, Jeremy, jun, Marcus, gazz, Pete and a few other assorted peeps. Sang raw hide with Jeremy on the karaoke stage. I’m glad no-one took pictures that night.

back to cornwall

28th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Today I woke up and got dressed, left the house in a casual strol and went to paddington station, there I took a train at 13.33 to Cornwall. Quite a whim I might say, but alas this was all pre-planned. I went to see my sister in towerdreath with Jun. The train journey down there was a bit long but as the grey drab concrete turned into green pastures a far, my heart warmed and my frown was turned upsidedown!

Got to Cornwall in the early evening and walked into towerdeath from Par station, the centre of the universe… no wait a minute, thats Bodmin, my mistake.

My sister bought a new car today [she wrote her mini off in a unmatched fight between big van and small car] its a yellow Ford fiesta, she paid 120 for it, the love wagon came with a hidden socket set too! Gary offered to get some rubbish from the bottom of his van and place it about the fiesta, just to make one feel in place :)

Went to polkerris beach in the evening, got a good old Cornish pint and sat out in the dwindling sunlight. I warned Jun about the Cornish accent, little did she belive me until the barman said wot will ewe be havin then me lover? and someone shouted ere! Jon yer taxis ere. She belives me now.

Went to a small local later that night and met my old photography teacher named Paul. He taught me how to operate all the machines in the _dark_ room. He also taught most of the year how to do photography when my other teachers were being stroppy!

Bed down, early morning.

back to england

25th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Right then, back to England. Back to work.
Woke up at 5am, even with the shutters closed, all French houses have these shutters… its quite nice.
Got a coach from the centre of town, it took 3 hours to get into Paris… so I also got to catch up on some sleep!
Poodles, cigarette smokers, motorbikes, scooters, coffee and soldiers… oh and double Decker trains on the Metro, a metro where yes everyone smokes. France I guessed, is a nice place. Nightmare getting on the Eurostar though, the rebooking queue took us well past our boarding time and French people were shouting and screaming all over to poor unsuspecting Americans holding up the queues a lot long than they should have. Getting our tickets signed and rebooked took about 5 seconds, even though we had to wait for about an hour.
By a miracle of fate the train was delayed and we were back on safely and on our way into London once again
I enjoyed my stay greatly and felt supercharged for life once again, London really can suck it out of you and make you feel down, getting out is not so much a good thing more of a necessity!

france day 2

24th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Woke up severally early in the morning, at about 1pm. The shutters had been drawn around the house the previous evening and I had no way of knowing what time it was, so my bodyclock said afternoon and my eyes said no! Night.
I had a hearty lunch outside in the garden with Shige, Michelle and Jun. We spoke that afternoon [and the previous evening] in a French, English and Japanese hybrid, with myself almost having to relearn the French language to keep up the pace.
Later that day I travelled to a castle that was being reconstructed in traditional methods, it was almost all open to the public, I was even able to walk in the aging loft amongst the rafters and cobwebs.
When drinking a nice pint in the afternoon post castled out I spotted a guy sitting with his dog… looked precisely like a guy I once knew of called Nigel. Maybe it was him, he lives out here some where, I’ll never know though because English reserve got the better of me and I didnt ask him.
Had a nice meal, the French way. Shige and his partner Michelle live in Paris for the majority of the time, this country house in St fargeau, bourgogne is their retreat. They get little chance to cook for more than two so at this time we were all able to enjoy the plus side of cooking food in large quantities.
Picked some cherries, helped mow a lawn, made a bonfire.

birthday in france day 1

23rd of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Today Jun and myself set off for France on the Eurostar train bound from Waterloo. I had to wake up a lot earlier than I was prepared to… after all it was my Birthday! We arrived at gare du nord or something, hell I’m English, we are supposed to be lazy in our view towards language of other cultures so if thats the wrong spelling so be it. It took a few aeons to get into France. I read the Edge and Wired from cover to cover. We then had to wait for another train to take us in the deep dark countryside where the inhabitants only speak French… English and German, how shamed we British are. I was off to meet a Japanese architect called Shige [pron: she'geh] and his partner Michelle. The train we took was very French, everyone was smoking and in the station were soldiers brandishing machine guns.
We arrived late in the evening, talked to our hosts till the late hours and went to bed.

toke on this

22nd of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Oh dear, my head is not working - absinthe and champers, too much of both at Oven Digital’s party. Spoke to toke from k10k, he was rather bemused to my identity and suffering from alcohol + antibiotics mix for his ears, which coincidentally was something his passing pal was suffering from too. The Kleber team partied in full effect, leaving an uber wake that only we know how to make.
Just went back to anti-porns site, seems hes had enough of preaching his twisted views to everyone… he got death threats abuse and someone even offered to remove his website [lovely guys] for him.
Thats what happens if you are bitter, twisted and have made your mind up about the world whilst still being only 18 years old. It’s my birthday tomorrow.

head in the oven

21st of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

After deciding that I won’t be going to Cornwall, a visit to Oven Digital’s 1st birthday party will be on the cards.
Visited styleproject earlier, on their front page was a link to a guy calling himself anti-porn. A fascist with very extreme views about all things sex, he made no sense.
Some of his views are as such:
1. no sex before marriage
2. sex for procreation only
3. woman must be in missionary position
4. no orgasm for the woman
He also wanted to fine people caught masturbating $100. Anyone who is caught watching pron is liable to a fine of $10,000 and homosexual guys n’ girls get put on death row with no reprisal!

victoria

16th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Football, bloody footy. Went to hearn hill near brixton with jun and Steven. We sat on some grass in the sunshine eating strawberries and drinking french beer. parted with Steven’s company after England won against Germany for the first time since 1876, or something.

Found out later that Steven woke up about 2 miles away in Victoria bus station… at 11am in the waiting area, with his jumper over his head.

flying

9th of Jun, 2000ce* in: diary

Thought I’d head off for Canterbury today, go and see kaori, one of my short Internet friends from cute japan.
We went out and decided to drink in the local called thomas, it’s owned by Mc.JD Weatherspooalds. Big beer and fries please, hold the Mayo.
Met some Japanese and hongkong people by accident after getting bored with kaori’s university mates. We had great fun and they were very surprised to findout halfway through the evening that I could speak Japanese. Got very merry, the hongkong guys were great fun… chummy loud honest guys, spent ages doing strange things that only people under the influence do. [like levitating in the pub and having piggyback fights]