tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144326852011-04-21T18:09:04.097ZThoughts of a thirty-year-old living in south-east London.Bemusednoreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1122587471957552872005-07-28T22:51:00.000Z2005-07-28T21:51:11.963Z

This is Alfie. He's a bit of a cheekie chappy, pictured here when he first came to live with us about a year ago, but he is the most loving of our cats, who's always up for a bit of a cuddle and a tickle.Unfortunately, when I took them to the vet's the other week, it was noticed that he'd broken two of his front teeth, possibly by falling. He doesn't seem too bothered, but when I heard how much

Bemusednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1122325826405050672005-07-25T21:03:00.000Z2005-07-25T21:10:26.410Z

Jobs, eh. Who'd have'em? It's been a hell of a week, not really helped by the fortunately incompetant bombing attack on London last week. Again, one of the attacks was just around the corner from work, in Warren Street.It's a hell of a time to be living in London. I've been here for just over three years now, and I have to admit that I lost my nerve a little sitting opposite a girl on the

Bemusednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1121467038111066992005-07-15T23:33:00.000Z2005-07-15T22:41:55.833Z

London is great, isn't it? (Sorry, gratuitous photo of the Abbey after which my manor is known).After work, with no need for anything other than public transportation, I have been out for a few drinks, had some dinner, and come home to stroke my lovely pussies. Cats. You know what I meant ;)I know living in SE London can be a bit of a challenge sometimes (sitting in a restaurant next to

Bemusednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1121375177258405552005-07-14T22:01:00.000Z2005-07-14T21:08:56.396Z

Well, that was a strange experience.Hundreds and hundreds of people in a square in the centre of London and, if the grass were even harder, you could have heard a pin drop. It might not have been one of the media-favourite centres (King's Cross, outside St Pancras church, etc), but the workers from around Russell Square streamed into the gardens and observed the two minutes' silence like no other

Bemusednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1121272772844187432005-07-13T16:29:00.000Z2005-07-13T16:40:12.856Z

I work near Russell Square. Just around the corner from two scenes of devastation which were, last time I looked, still shrouded in secrecy behind large white screens.I can't say 'that could have been me', though, as my morning journey takes me from south-east London to Holborn or Charing Cross, each of which is followed by a hearty walk. So I don't get the Piccadilly line, nor do I regularly go

Bemusednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14432685.post-1121205254674036132005-07-12T22:45:00.000Z2005-07-12T23:04:28.116Z

Well, that was a bit of an adventure. We have three cats, rescued from the Celia Hammond place in Lewisham. These two are the boys, Alfie and Oliver. We got these particular cats because we didn't want kittens that anyone would go for. We wanted to rehouse 'difficult' cats, cats that had been without a home for some time. So, about a year ago, Meggie came to live with us, together with her boys,

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