A Moving Story

Well...not really, but I am in the process of moving. And doing an assignment I don't understand and worrying about why my car might be spewing oil. All fun things really.

This morning we all went to the Christening of my friend Tiffany's baby, Sasha. It was a really nice morning, but disturbing when the Macedonian boys insisted on dressing him in the gold chains they had bought and stripping him down to a nappy. Then Alek added a leather jacket. Tiffany wondered out loud why she hadn't managed to have a baby with a French man rather than a Kosovar...

Spent some time at my new flat this afternoon, with two of the flatties. At this stage, they seem to be amazingly nice and very engaging. Unlike tons of people, they've got actually listening pegged. I wonder how long before I wear this out.

This is the best procrastination ever!

The biggest thing this weekend though, must be George Clinton which I went to with my friend Meredith last night. It was the most fantastic concert I've been to in ages. So good. My favourite part was an electric violin solo. Great.

Back to boring Director and website. Grrr.