Maxwells vs The World

Heya,

Hehe, the two reasons are
1) Not enough experience
2) The client wants a contract to permanat role, and with your 2 year visa, your unsuitable for the job.

fuckers.

anywho. I recieved my student loan bill (thanks), however its no use to me, cos I dont have my NZ cheque book with me, so off it goes back home again so that dad or mum and sign the cheque for me. So when it comes to tax or bill matters, could you please just email me the amount, cos ill have to get you to write the cheqes for me back home.

I wish ive been keeping a diary on my return to london, cos some funny and freaky shit has happened, but as per usual I cant remember. Like a “cake on” made up india girl on the tube listening to some music on her walkman. She starts bobbing her head to the music, then starts gyrating, then POLE DANCES! wtf? man did the entier tube give her weird looks, not that she cared, she was having too much fun gyrating…(mmm, gyrate). I got a free ticket to see the last ever pumpkins concert by Michael Hudson, it was pretty cool. We have moved right next to london arena, where in the past week or so there has been britinay spears, 2 ice hockey games, robbie williams, the Who, and a few other name acts I cant remember the name on, gee its non stop concerts there, like every 2nd day.

The SAs we are living with are completly un house trained, Geri reckons that they must all have had maids back home cleaning up their mess. They all buy TV dinners and when I cook they call _ME_ a master chef, cos all the food I made looks _GORMET_ (sp?). FFS WTF? This is the person who couldnt cook to save his live 6 months ago (tommorrow is the 6mth anniversay of us leaving, 6mths eh?).

Geri is busy at work, and the boss already loves her, saying shes kick arse with customer service. Still havnt finished my camino diary and shit.

erm. yea.

bye.

loveyas.

Heya, Richard Here, using Geris email.

>P.S Hi Ricky, How was the concert, grr jealous!!!

short answer:loud and cool

long answer:

No Wonder your jealous, whats the chance of going to London, to have a friend ring you up saying they have a free ticket to the last ever show of the Pumpkins in London ever?

My Friend Michael Hudson (who went from stubbies shorts and short back and sides haircut, to full leather jackets, shaved hair and those chin peircings) rang me up cos we were to meet, and offered one of us a ticket. After initially saying no (DUMBARSE!) The smart part of my brain (Geri) kicked in and I gladly accepted. We caught the tube to Paddington station (eeek, there are two Paddingtons on the tube map! which one do we take?). We walked to the Sussox Arms in London St and sneaked up to the Michael person. He Shouted us a beer and tried to convince Geri to take his ticket, so the both of us could go. However the process of getting the ticket was a bit complicated, and Geri wanted us to go together instead.

Anyway, off on the tube to Baker Street (oldest tube station), then caught the metropolitian line (which runs parallel to the Jubilee line, but is faster cos it doesnt have as many stops) and to wembely arena we went.

Got the tickets by showing an order form from Michael’s ex, a letter from michael’s ex saying he can collect the ticket, and some id (whew). Then went inside at around 8:15 (after the support act, Catheryn wheel, had finished)

waited a bit, the concert started. Loud. Normally I have earplugs in, which cut out the HF noise part, leaving some decient sounds. Anyway, Billy Corgan was in this white trenchcoat, and musta been wearing white makeup cos his bald shining head was pretty white. Sorta looked like a cross between uncle fester and a white neo from the matrix. They played some shit I didnt know, and some shit I knew (bullet with buttifly wings, today (acoustic), tonight tonight, and another song I know but dont know the name of (disarm maybe?)).

Michael had gone to the concert on friday (front row!) and was pretty tired, so we hanged back just infront of the sound desk and watched from afar (bout 10-15m away). They finished the set with Drown from the simaise twins album, accompanied with lots of guatar solos. Did 1 encore, then finished.

Billy did some talking, hassling the american presidential elections, and the british MP that got mugged, and other tomfoolery. The support guartaist (the aisian guy that I can never remember the name of) introed the band. a FX guy, a pianiast, the bassest from Hole, Jimmiy thingyamabob (the one they fired for doing drugs, was back) and of course billy.

Yea, the concert finished, the lights went back on, everyone left, went to the tube station, and we all PACKED onto the tube (all 10,000 of us and wnet home. I said goodbye to Mike at the Baker Street station, while I went onto Kings Cross St Pancras, to connect to Nothern to get off at Angle, and bus to Lenio’s.

Whoops, I talk too long.

Geri wants to know when the operation is? (oops, we were meant to operate on his knee, not take his spleen out)

Thanks. haha, what was meant to be a quick reply just too my 1 hour. Buggar.

-Richard

Oh Dear.

If I was to write an “Epic” now, following off from our last one, I would be typing for weeks, the result been a small novel!

So this is gonna be a brief summary.
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