One of the things I miss about living in the countryside is being able to walk down the street without having some attractive young person with a clipboard appeal to my middle class guilt.
For this slice of Flat Cap, I thought I’d recite a recent occurrence from my ongoing London adventure. My flatmate is rather jealous: he says he’s been here for four years, and doesn’t have as good an anecdote as that which occurred on my second day.
I'm moving to London next week, starting a new job. So, from now, I might not be posting as regularly as I used to. In a toss up between churning out rushed shit or taking the time to write something that's worth your time, the latter will always win out.
Blogging is terribly narcissistic, isn't it? In essence, it's just somebody saying 'Here are my thoughts. They are interesting enough for you to spend some of your finite life reading them.' I'm disgusted at myself for having blogged for so long. Why the sudden crisis? This video blog, or 'vlog':
As I'm sure anyone who's studied literature can tell you, it's very easy to get tunnel vision. Having realised that I was doggedly reading fiction that would be considered 'literary', I decided to branch out a bit. Here's what I've enjoyed recently.
Today's Flat Cap nugget is a Tellybox that I did done made. Its source material is the cringeworthy Ed Miliband interview where he answers five different questions with the same answer.
During my London flat hunt, I got dumped by text. Not by my girlfriend, but by a potential flatmate. Saying that, it was oddly akin to an actual break up. I'd just said that I really wanted the room they were offering, then I didn't hear back from them for hours. Then I received a text...