April 29th, 2007

Yellow head

No One to Talk To

One of the big difficulties of living here, is that I have no one intelligent to talk to. I know this sounds very elitist, but I left my close friends behind when I moved here from Chester, and I've not yet found anyone with equivalent interests and outlook.

Both my brother Lee, and Jenny the other lodger, are really into psychic phenomena and other woo woo stuff, which I really have no time for. Lee, is also, one of those people who firmly believe the Moon landings were hoaxed. I can't even talk to him about this subject, as the whole crackpot notion infuriates me. No doubt, my brother is also a believer in the 9/11 conspiracy theory crap. I don't know, because I'd rather not ask.

I keep myself to myself here, and just get on with my drawing. There's not much else to do at the moment. I am planning a trip down to London in a couple of weeks, so I'm hoping I'll be able to meet up with some old friends there (and new friends if anyone's interested in meeting me).

Road and car.
Road and Car