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But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
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   Wednesday, October 17, 2001
So I got a bike. It appears to have originally been a Paschley (sp?), but has come down in the world. However, it is eminently suitable for my needs, with the small caveat of where is it going to be kept? I suspect that it may spend a great deal of its time in the bike shed at work. However, it is quite comfortable. I've booked it in for a major overhaul next Thursday and need to get a lock and lights. After all, I said to the security man, as we both admired my latest lame duck, who in their right minds would take it. He looked around expressively and said people working here are in their right minds?


   Monday, October 15, 2001
I think I got thrown out of a shop today. It was a huntin', shootin' fishin' place and I was looking for something specific, which they didn't have (as I noticed with some relief, considering the prices). I was directed, with exquisite courtesy, to another shop and was halfway along the road when I realised that perhaps we hadn't presented the picture of ideal customers (I was wearing the blue silk lounge pajamas with a short black pvc coat, she was wearing the spiky collar, pinstrip jacket, black jeans and t-shirt with the "I'm a faery princess" logo). So we then went to Travel Light, where the sales assistant had more pressing things to do, like remain cowering in the stockroom, until we left (they didn't have what I wanted, but even so ...). I barely got through the door of the Army and Navy stores before the shop assistant told me she didn't have what I wanted, and I didn't even have the spiky collar with me then! The sales assistant at Tescos lifted up my basked with disdain, which was quite unmerited, as it contained politically correct things like organic bananas, fresh basil and Scottish lamb. At which point I started wondering if I was over reacting ...?


   Sunday, October 14, 2001
Big problem with packing: I wear a lot of black (everyone wears a lot of black), but that actually means something to the person I'm going to visit. So I have to look out for the blue stuff (just about acceptable) and make sure I have suitable clothes (boots, warm clothes). I've got the boots, but not warm trousers. I have black trousers (unacceptable), hippy brown snakeskin trousers (great for the self confidence, but not warm), denims (unacceptable where I'm going), blue silk and velvet lounging pajamas (well, they may do in a pinch, but they'll probably get ruined after I've stepped in a few bogs).