I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.
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What is it with the English and their teeth. Did the MP for National Health in England miss the memo regarding denistry fifty years ago and have and the government hasn't produced another one since?
When I first arrived here I heard the jokes and rumors and sure I saw a couple of old drunks in and outside the pub who would put Nosferatu to shame, but I never thought too much of it.
But when you see it so often the blackened teeth or brown yellow stained gums you just cringe. I do not think it's a vanity thing but I do believe that washing your teeth with some sort of toothpaste does help.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm afraid of the medical practice, and even more afraid of the dentist, I think it's a little bit of a family pass-me-down as I dentist to me are like going to the grim reaper for a check up. I do however consider I look after my teeth a little better than most English.... well considering that they only wash once a week I suppose you can't really blame them.
Anyhow - totally bored at home, saw a guy on tv getting interviewed and it made me throw up a little in my mouth when he smiled.
The funniest commentaries of life, which you not only understand but perceive that momentary happening to also become evident in your life, would you have once wished that those tantalizing words were your own.
Is this a particular persistent meaning of writer's block?
Where you translate the consistency of life around you and find the impossibility of writing one sentence, a infinite task, like ascending Everest and bringing a step-ladder 'along for the ride'?
However, when you one day in your state of absence from pen to paper realize, that like a light-translucent to your moment, now rescues your neglected and worthy instrument of your projected state of mind.
Your ink now runs freely about the endless dream of paper.
Whoops - somehow I forgot I had a vent for my frustration.
I'm currently residing with Jo in her apartment in Tooting until new residence is found. She has been extremely helpful with my search for work and I've been promised opportunity's from agencies for the last couple of weeks that it has become depressing that none have arisen just yet. I am not worried about it all too much of late as I know the November period is very hard to find work, always has been.
In the last month I have moved out of my house at Northfields, of which I found it quite sad to leave in some regard. Even though sometimes I bitched about it to people about some of the inhabitants, I did find it a great house to live and relax.
Ben has picked up his bags after 10 months here in London and headed back to Melbourne on a one way, I do not see him back in the immediate future though. Sam and Nick have also grabbed their bags and headed back to Melbourne until January with a stop off at LA for a week.
I've been having some great thoughts of late but I have not managed or not bothered to write them down, I haven't become sick of this Blog, I've just found myself tied up for the last couple months in my own little syndrome and drama which I am happy to say should be all well and good by the beginning fo next month.