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May. 3rd, 2008 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI suppose we should be grateful that London didn't vote for the BNP. Because politically, I can see no light at the end of the tunnel, other than perhaps with my degree under my belt next year I can hurl myself towards the middle classes, ignore my working class roots, and embrace the fact that the Conservatives will rather like my new economic persona, presuming I keep quiet about being queer and about having some gypsy ancestry in me. Hell, with a bit of work I can lose the northern accent and then I will be just fine in the new regime. Although given the shite that Brown's been coming out with recently I may have to do this anyway.
I'm too young to remember Thatcher, although I remember Dad shouting "JUST DIE, YOU OLD COW!" at the news every time she came on. He still does, actually. I remember Major. I remember my father crying with happiness when Blair won. I remember the pay rise both my parents got as nurses, I see the bigger house we could afford to move to with it, I actually saw my high school improve (I started in 1998) as the funding went up, and then I remember it all going a bit wrong. But I remember it getting good, which means I remember (albeit dimly) when it was really, really bad.
I kind of want to move to London next year. (Oh, god, next year is when I graduate. SO OLD.) You know, just to say that I did it. I want a city job, to go on the Tube, to wear a business suit and unsuitable shoes. Maybe not, now. Let's see if London is still actually there by next year.
Erm. Yes. Last night, I finished my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest fic, and was going to do my essay, but ended up going to see Made of Honor with Sascha instead. It was truly, truly dreadful, especially to an audiencein Scotland. We then got hit on by the skeeviest old American golfer ever. I only feel slightly bad for telling him to go to The Keys if he was looking for a 'good night with some Scotch'. (There are unspoken rules in this university town. One of them is that The Keys and The Stables are Local Pubs For Local People. Ha!)
And now it is Saturday. I've had a lovely long lie-in, and now I have three days to write an essay on Henry VIII and the Reformation. Then it's exam madness for about two weeks and then I am FREE FREE FREE from having to think. But that is then and now it now. So onto the Reformation for me.
I'm too young to remember Thatcher, although I remember Dad shouting "JUST DIE, YOU OLD COW!" at the news every time she came on. He still does, actually. I remember Major. I remember my father crying with happiness when Blair won. I remember the pay rise both my parents got as nurses, I see the bigger house we could afford to move to with it, I actually saw my high school improve (I started in 1998) as the funding went up, and then I remember it all going a bit wrong. But I remember it getting good, which means I remember (albeit dimly) when it was really, really bad.
I kind of want to move to London next year. (Oh, god, next year is when I graduate. SO OLD.) You know, just to say that I did it. I want a city job, to go on the Tube, to wear a business suit and unsuitable shoes. Maybe not, now. Let's see if London is still actually there by next year.
Erm. Yes. Last night, I finished my
lgbtfest fic, and was going to do my essay, but ended up going to see Made of Honor with Sascha instead. It was truly, truly dreadful, especially to an audiencein Scotland. We then got hit on by the skeeviest old American golfer ever. I only feel slightly bad for telling him to go to The Keys if he was looking for a 'good night with some Scotch'. (There are unspoken rules in this university town. One of them is that The Keys and The Stables are Local Pubs For Local People. Ha!)And now it is Saturday. I've had a lovely long lie-in, and now I have three days to write an essay on Henry VIII and the Reformation. Then it's exam madness for about two weeks and then I am FREE FREE FREE from having to think. But that is then and now it now. So onto the Reformation for me.
