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Jul. 24th, 2006 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI'm trying to think up a way to tell dad that although yes, I love the CDs he sent me in Cardiff, the majority of his music taste is actually awful. And while I realise cleaning toilets is not the most savoury of jobs and some sort of bonus is due, I do not agree that blasting some sort of R&B pap through the house is fair. Did I attack him with Matthew Good while I was hoovering? I did not. I guess the Good Omens Apocalypse fic I'm pondering will have to wait until... possibly tomorrow. When they've gone away to visit meiner alterer Schwester.
I spent the morning falling back in love with Southampton, bit by bit. Once you get past the civic centre, the enormous mall and all the concrete you suddenly hit this oasis - the old city. At least half of the old walls are standing and I ambled along the top of them, passing Tudor House, the Tudor Merchant's Hall, St Michael's Church, the Maritime Museum and a variety of memorials and statues. Everything was closed of course, it being a Monday, but I went and sat in Mayflower park, by the sea, and read House of Leaves in the shade.
Oh hell, it's been a good day so far. Dad can listen to his pap and I'll distract myself with more of my book. Worse things happen at sea.
I spent the morning falling back in love with Southampton, bit by bit. Once you get past the civic centre, the enormous mall and all the concrete you suddenly hit this oasis - the old city. At least half of the old walls are standing and I ambled along the top of them, passing Tudor House, the Tudor Merchant's Hall, St Michael's Church, the Maritime Museum and a variety of memorials and statues. Everything was closed of course, it being a Monday, but I went and sat in Mayflower park, by the sea, and read House of Leaves in the shade.
Oh hell, it's been a good day so far. Dad can listen to his pap and I'll distract myself with more of my book. Worse things happen at sea.
