I got the following in part of a salsa-scene bulletin from back home:
CHEAPER PARKING IN YORK!Yup, finally after a great deal of hassle from the public and local businesses, York City Council have agreed to lower their parking fees to a standard all night rate of �2 for non-York residents and �1 for York residents. I have spoken to the councillor in person and she says that this will be implemented at the end of November 04′.
So in case you thought York had a lot to offer (and it is fairly pretty, but not all THAT exciting of an evening) please bear in mind they don’t want your car. I suggest you take your business to Leeds where there is more of everything apart from churches and old walls. The drains don’t smell as bad there either.
When I was young I used to think I was different and strange. This is a perfectly normal part of growing up. During adolescence a membrane round part of your brain goes through a period of development and the extra blood and warmth in that area gently toasts the synapses that deal with your sense of self and individuality. This is where we get teeny goths, “you’re not my real parents” and all that stuff. When I learned about this, I thought “oh good! It’s not just me having all these crazy thoughts, it’s everyone, but they’re just too shy to say so”.
However, over time, I have discovered that, not to put too fine a point on it, I *am* different and strange, and there’s no point in trying to be normal cos I’m not very good at it. Most times I’ve started “is it just me or…” then it turned out yes, it WAS just me. Best I can do is keep a lid on it and avoid detection.
So, today I realised that I probably spend about 80% of my time worrying that the thing I’m doing isn’t the most important thing and that I should be doing something else. Do you get that? Anyone? anyone? bueller? bueller? No? Thought not.
Considering I spend more than 1/6 of my time sleeping, that doesn’t leave a lot of time for relaxing.