common people

Oh, the mundane and ordinary life of the working population. Get up, get dressed, get the bus, get online, get out, get the shopping done, get home, get undressed. Sleep.

Nothing much happens. I work – mainly on press contacts with Dazed, on flights and bookings, on everything and nothing – I eat – mainly vegetables and self-made sandwiches – and I sleep – mainly in my bed, sometimes in front of the telly. That’s about as interesting as it gets. Same old routines, just like being back at school.

I don’t complain, though. Strangely enough, just going through the motions of living an ordinary life feels comforting. There’s so little you can expect that every surprise, every word out of place gives you a feeling of exhilaration that would have seemed impossible just two weeks ago. It's dull, but it isn't.

Manchester. Whoah, what a fucking exiting city. Again, it proves my point: Take any place you like, it'll only be interesting with the right attitude and the right people. At the moment, even my hometown - that ditch - seems more thrilling than this city. Wait, before you get me wrong - this place is soaring. It's brimming with culture - high brow and popular. Museums, exhibitions, plays, shows, gigs, festivals, bars, clubs - all just half an hour away. Still, what's the point of going there alone? Strangely enough, I am happy with being out of gravity's centre at the moment and just sort of circling on the periphery of that big, bad thing.

This weekend, however, I'll go out. Dazed promised to take me. Fair enough. If not, I'm going to South, get wasted, dance and try to chat up guys that I wouldn't care looking at if sober. That's the point of the whole exercise, isn't it?

Saying all this: Dear visitors, who you have promised to visit me, there's lots for us to do. More than you could do in a year! So don't feel dishearted, just tell me (well in advance) when you'd like to come. One at a time, please - first come, first served.

More tomorrow or on Saturday. My dinner's waiting - I'm tired. Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep...