I'm having a bit of writers block at the moment and that is preventing me from posting a brilliant piece of literary composition. Instead I'm going briefly update you on what has turned out to be a very slow week.
One of my UK-based friends, a chap by the name of Sukhdip Singh had made a remark about all the new faces in neighbourhood. He noticed that there were a lot more "foreigners" in the country. Of course, I didn't say it at the time but that is probably what the BNP and the English Defence league are saying about him being in London.
On Monday went to visit my Grandmother at my Cousins house. Ended up playing Winning Eleven with him and it was a complete massacre. The score was 4-12 at the end.
I recently met a friend who told me two things. 1) He was getting married soon and 2) I was getting fatter. I told him to go f**k himself. Actually, I just smiled and congratulated him. Why do people like to point out the fact that I am a very fat man? It's not like I haven't noticed.
A friend of my fathers asked me if I was working. I said no. If I was still studying. I said no. If I was "relaxing". I nod my head with chagrin. Of course "relaxing" is a polite way of asking if you're unemployed. I could tell him I'm spend my time writing. But judging by this weeks post I better keep it to myself. I'm worried that I've reached a peak. I went through my archives (something I suggest you do) and realised I had written some pretty good stuff. And now am reduced to THIS.
The whole idea of starting a blog was of course to somehow land a job writing for a newspaper. But somehow that no longer seems feasible. Morale is low.
Like I said. A VERY slow week.
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