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It has been hot in the U.K. I mean real hot! High twenties and thirties since friday, London was strangely quiet yesterday, the England vs. Portugal match managing to clear the streets better than a hurricane warning! For those who don't know - which probably means you don't care - England lost in a penalty shootout - again. Okay that was bad. Then as if it is not bad enough that one of my teams gets knocked out - It's all Eriksson's fault! - France, led by a mercurial Zidane, knock Brazil out of the tornament! Now I don't even care who wins the bloody thing!
All this warm weather - hot! - and lovely evenings is make me slightly melanchony. Walking through the park on the way home from work on saturday night and the park was awash with groups pinicing and couples strolling hand in hand, it was summer as seen through rose tinted specs. I was, admittedly tired from going out friday night an being up early on saturday morning, heading home to - unknowingly - watch Brazil get beat and eat Chinese food in my hot little flat. I am not getting used to this single thing yet, but at least I was to tired to really care yesterday. I awoke this morning with an impression from the strangest dream - it is quite unusual for me to remember my dreams - I dreamt that I had hair! Not like fifteen, twenty years ago, the years of afro and mini 'fro, it was more like the Rev. Al Sharpaton, but slightly curly. It was very strange. It's not like being bald bothers me, it suits my laziness, but still, in the dream, I was proud of my suddenly lush bonce. I can't remember anything else about the dream. Very odd. I have lost my Spanish teacher - I have no idea for how long, maybe forever - so I am plowing on on my own. I refuse to be defeated! Every life needs MASSIVE action at some point. I am almost at that point.

monday has been a throughly wasted day. goodnight.

Got a text from my ex-girl-friend today, just asking how I am. Hmmm. Bank holidays are....different now, being single. I don't want to get back together with my ex - covered that in previous blogs! - but there are things I miss and not just the obvious. Like I have said before, my ex and me were very alike, so when we got together we were just so comfortable in certain aspects. I miss our non-conversations; you know the banal how-was-your-day thing, the feigning interest in hair colour, playful grilling over another unnecessary pair of sandal-shoes-boots. Talk not even interuppted by going to the toilet, because she would just follow me! The touching and hugging, the sheer tactile approach of our relationship, that is something I really miss. We were very tactile, more so - for myself - than in any other relationship. Even towards the end, when I knew that we, perhaps, were not going to stay together forever. I still never pushed her away.
Bank holidays used to be filled with days out - planned by her - that I would acquiese to, not always with a great degree of enthusiasm, but do nonetheless. This bank holiday monday I have watched piss-poor telvision all day - at one point turning it off in frustration! - Also, I do not get paid for bank holidays, so I do not look forward to them at all! Being single sucks. But it is better than bein miserable I suppose and I don't suppose i'll be single forever....or maybe i will! Arrrrrgghhh! I may become an honorary member of the "Cliff Richard" club! Oh the inhumanity...!