The world according to Nova
Email to chris:
you send the wierdest messages. let me just relay what I recieved on my phone this morning (that is if it is from you, I'm assuming so) it came in a 3 part harmony: "Hey there. Hows the shit. an having the wierd est time over here. Have already managed to get sacked from one job before they gave me internet access and email...hmm they was tipped off i reckon. what are you up to and how is the house treating you, Will make more of an effort to email once i get a job an [smiley face] d some money... but interestingly enough of and the janelle have found our good in a victorian mansion in the middle of zone one. Details at eleven" wierdo. so I'm guessing that despite, or in spite of the job situation you guys are having an alright time generally. nice work on the ye olde victorian mansion jobby! that's gotta beat living with your folks. what about the jelski? has she found a moderatum of success on the j-o-b (just over broke) front? ask her if she wants me to send her the link for teachers making 150 quid a day in london. it's been pretty crazy over here, my course isnt turning my crank, not that it ever did. Ms May, however, is up and looking rather dapper in her slinky and ever tasteful bottle-top number. at taekwondo my dojang was filmed, pulling all the moves, by a tv crew from south corea (they were making a doco on martial arts in unis) Simon returned from a jaunt in mehiko and vegas a couple of weeks back and is still recovering. the magic-alley party finally took place and was a success replete with all the designer-necessaries and alcohol required, a dj even came along on acid, offering his services freely for a 5hr set - mad!. 'twas a celebration of Si's b'day on the 28th of April and mine on the 4th of may(*thanks for the birthday wishings of happiness and good fortune by the way) so we dressed up - he in his brown suit, you know the one, and me in a l-b-d with long black knee high sox and a tie! crazily the l-b-d came from harry potter's room, amongst all the zoe, flo, and dan remna! nts that had been choccing it up all this time. ok, so about a week after the party #25 (being an endearing but temperamental old biddy) decides that it no longer requires plumbing and explodes the sewerage into the backyard - oh, crap and crap wrap everywhere! of course in true ridge/milk crate aesthetic style we left it about a week before getting 'round to speaking with ajit about it. he wasn't phased in the slightest and told us to ring ben the plumber (a dodgy mate) which resulted in ben the plumber coming by 3-4 days later and fixing EVERYTHING that has to do with plumbing in the house, even the back loo. there was not a water-related stone left unturned. so having done such a fine job ben the plumber decides to ring me up and ask me out for drinks...no, call me old fashioned, snobby even! but the idea of becoming intimate in any way shape or form with a fella containing actual crud under his nails is not something I wish to contemplate - am I too choosy? oooh oooh speaking of dating . tori (victoria from 21) is currently being pursued by 2 guys from the nth shore, doesn't rain, it floods aye. Scienceboy's happy with the result. And Em's started a 'book club' with the apparently hunky austrian guy in #19 who no-one else has actually seen though we've all heard much about him. back to #21, lucy kicked kate and jamie out of their terrace. kate was a real pain in the arse anyway and had a thing against Em. so ironically Em has now taken over her room. :) Apart from that not much more to say really except CHECK YOUR EMAIL!!! and that its been raining like a bastard for nigh on a month now, with floods (good for washing the excrement from our backyard and into Sam's) so I'm now beginning to long for english weather as matter of improvement. phew, methinks that's everything to bring you up to date - but there could be more... ;) write soon sonshine, we miss your music and lament our loss! holla ata brother, I'm out - Novaya Zemlya PS: oh yeah, the labour club has closed down. one of the bar gals apparently ducked over to the milk bar for a pack of fags and upon return was sacked and the bar closed with all the patrons told to "get out" (us included) by a big fat scarey man - helluva way to improve business. but the real reason of course is because dom had been, in simon's words, "cookin' the books" not to fear though as it's opening up deep on the underground, it's just, hmmph, it's so deep we don't know where exactly that is.
Email to chris:
you send the wierdest messages. let me just relay what I recieved on my phone this morning (that is if it is from you, I'm assuming so) it came in a 3 part harmony: "Hey there. Hows the shit. an having the wierd est time over here. Have already managed to get sacked from one job before they gave me internet access and email...hmm they was tipped off i reckon. what are you up to and how is the house treating you, Will make more of an effort to email once i get a job an [smiley face] d some money... but interestingly enough of and the janelle have found our good in a victorian mansion in the middle of zone one. Details at eleven" wierdo. so I'm guessing that despite, or in spite of the job situation you guys are having an alright time generally. nice work on the ye olde victorian mansion jobby! that's gotta beat living with your folks. what about the jelski? has she found a moderatum of success on the j-o-b (just over broke) front? ask her if she wants me to send her the link for teachers making 150 quid a day in london. it's been pretty crazy over here, my course isnt turning my crank, not that it ever did. Ms May, however, is up and looking rather dapper in her slinky and ever tasteful bottle-top number. at taekwondo my dojang was filmed, pulling all the moves, by a tv crew from south corea (they were making a doco on martial arts in unis) Simon returned from a jaunt in mehiko and vegas a couple of weeks back and is still recovering. the magic-alley party finally took place and was a success replete with all the designer-necessaries and alcohol required, a dj even came along on acid, offering his services freely for a 5hr set - mad!. 'twas a celebration of Si's b'day on the 28th of April and mine on the 4th of may(*thanks for the birthday wishings of happiness and good fortune by the way) so we dressed up - he in his brown suit, you know the one, and me in a l-b-d with long black knee high sox and a tie! crazily the l-b-d came from harry potter's room, amongst all the zoe, flo, and dan remna! nts that had been choccing it up all this time. ok, so about a week after the party #25 (being an endearing but temperamental old biddy) decides that it no longer requires plumbing and explodes the sewerage into the backyard - oh, crap and crap wrap everywhere! of course in true ridge/milk crate aesthetic style we left it about a week before getting 'round to speaking with ajit about it. he wasn't phased in the slightest and told us to ring ben the plumber (a dodgy mate) which resulted in ben the plumber coming by 3-4 days later and fixing EVERYTHING that has to do with plumbing in the house, even the back loo. there was not a water-related stone left unturned. so having done such a fine job ben the plumber decides to ring me up and ask me out for drinks...no, call me old fashioned, snobby even! but the idea of becoming intimate in any way shape or form with a fella containing actual crud under his nails is not something I wish to contemplate - am I too choosy? oooh oooh speaking of dating . tori (victoria from 21) is currently being pursued by 2 guys from the nth shore, doesn't rain, it floods aye. Scienceboy's happy with the result. And Em's started a 'book club' with the apparently hunky austrian guy in #19 who no-one else has actually seen though we've all heard much about him. back to #21, lucy kicked kate and jamie out of their terrace. kate was a real pain in the arse anyway and had a thing against Em. so ironically Em has now taken over her room. :) Apart from that not much more to say really except CHECK YOUR EMAIL!!! and that its been raining like a bastard for nigh on a month now, with floods (good for washing the excrement from our backyard and into Sam's) so I'm now beginning to long for english weather as matter of improvement. phew, methinks that's everything to bring you up to date - but there could be more... ;) write soon sonshine, we miss your music and lament our loss! holla ata brother, I'm out - Novaya Zemlya PS: oh yeah, the labour club has closed down. one of the bar gals apparently ducked over to the milk bar for a pack of fags and upon return was sacked and the bar closed with all the patrons told to "get out" (us included) by a big fat scarey man - helluva way to improve business. but the real reason of course is because dom had been, in simon's words, "cookin' the books" not to fear though as it's opening up deep on the underground, it's just, hmmph, it's so deep we don't know where exactly that is.
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