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[because you give me options]

Ok, so it has been a while since my last post that
firstly celebrated the one year anniversary of this
blog and mentioned the birth of my new photo
blog [http://richardanthonymorris.wordpress.com].

Just so’s you know. This is a huge blog post compared
to my previous posts.

So for that reason It has been separated into two parts
the first part discusses my love for old books from the
countries and places I visit and what rules I have when
I am searching for an old book.

The second part discusses the options that have come
about as of late and what of these options I have available
to me [which is basically where the title of the post comes
from, it also comes partly from a Bloc Party lyric].

Because as first I wasn’t even going to mention the
book and so on. If you hadn’t guessed this little warning
was written after I had finished writing it all. I thought
it fair to warn.

So yeah, Part One:

Ireland was fun and I was able to get a book from
there too. For those who don’t know what it is I’m
on about. It is my way of a souvenir from any foreign
country [or principality] that I visit to get an old
book. But it can’t just be any old book. There are
rules, and these are;

More than sixty years old

Annotated by somebody
Inscribed to somebody

Include a bookmark of some sorts
In the language of the country

A book must definitely fall into the first two rules
and has to abide by at least one of the second set
of rules but doesn’t necessarily have to abide by
the last two. Although the last rule is preferable.

It may seem like a ridiculously specific set of rules
to go with. But hey, they work and I managed to
get one from all but three of the foriegn countries I
have been to, there were reasons;

Barbados: I was about Fifteen and had a book with
me and the fact I had no spending money of my
own meant that I had no reason or ability to buy
a book. Also it was way before I started doing it

Spain: Again, this was way before I was actually
collecting old books from other countries. So I
just had fun instead.

Italy: This was actually after I had starting
collecting and acquiring old books. But I was
only there on a Saturday and a Sunday. And
most of my exploring occurred on the Sunday,
where most of the shops were closed.

But in Ireland I did manage to get an old book
for my collection as I mentioned before. The
book is:

The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare
By Mrs Cowden Clarke

And as I also mentioned it follows certain rules:

Hardback [The book is Hardback although not in the best condition]
More than sixty years old [An inscription on the inside reads the date ’11th March 1864]

Annotated by somebody [A student has made notes in pencil throughout]
Inscribed to somebody [Yes, that’s how I know how old it is ‘at least’]

Include a bookmark of some sorts [The student included portraits of the authoress as part of his/her work]
In the language of the country [It’s in English which is the current language of Ireland]

So yeah I like old books, and now we move on to part two of
this post and the actually reason why it has the title that it
does.’Because you give me options’ has nothing to do with old
books and travelling.

Right as has been mentioned in this blog beforehand I am
currently unemployed wistfully wasting my days with
little adventures like getting drunk and reading. Obviously
not at the same time.Although that isn’t impossible. And
it has now come to point where I have about three or four
options in front of me [see, that’s where the title comes from]
and I’m at the point where all are possible. A sort of multi-
faceted fork in the road. I could:

Move to Bangor in Wales with my good friend Tabitha. And
have a job there pretty much waiting for me. Which will allow me
to pay rent and live comfortably. Although Wales is a nine hour
coach ride or five hour drive away from most of my friends.
Although this doesn’t bother me. I don’t think I’ll be getting many

Work as a cruise ship photographer. I recently received an
email inviting me to an open group interview. Now working
on a cruise ship would mean that I would be off land for 6-8
months at a time. Again this would be taking my away from
the known as it were. But as with moving to Wales it would
be something different.

Getting a job as a Canon representative. Which would
basically mean that I would be going from shop to shop and
demonstrating different Canon equipment to customers. A
job I feel I would find extremely easy. I have been given the
phone number by the current representative who is resigning.
All I have to do is call and I would get an interview at least.
Now this is where this option break of into two different parts
of it’s own. With this job, would bring money. Wherein, I could
either stay living at home with my mum and my little brother
or I could use the money and move into a housee with my friends
Steve and Mark in Bromley, which would aslo be pretty cool.

Do nothing, and see what else life throws this way. To be
honest this isn’t even being considered as an option. It’s a stupid
idea.To be totally honest the most appealing one of these options
is the moving to Bangor in Wales option. Hence why I mentioned
it first.

You see, I don’t post for a week and then bam, And I’ve
over 1000 wordsworth to say [oh and I just made the word
wordsworth up, I kinda like it].


[14th December 2007]

Now, before I simply copy and paste this
entry from my old livejournal I feel that
I should explain it somewhat. This journal
entry depicts in a sort of first person veiw
one of the best days of my life.

I intent to erase my old livejournal, now
that I have this blog instead, but I also
feel that there are a few blogs worth
saving and they will pop up randomly
in this one before I take the final plunge
and delete the last one.

– [it all starts on the 12th December 2007]

[this for all intensive purposes is you]

So picture the scene, it’s
about 5:20 on a normal
Wednesday, you’ve got ten
min left of work and your bored.

You’ve already had to deal
with customers whose orders
haven’t arrived, helped people
and displayed an almost autistic
knowledge in photography.

And on top of that you’ve been
told that sleeping in the same bed
with someone who you work with, and
nothing happening is impossible,
and that you probably got raped
in your sleep, nice.

But as you stand in the hallway, out
the back of the shop, feeling the seconds
slowly drip away, but still getting nowhere
nearer to home time
you feel your pocket
going off, its your phone,
its a message, but not the one
you were hoping for, but its
still a nice surprise, you read:

Wana come drink some beers
round mine? x

a smile appears
you say yes [quite obviously]
and your assistant manager
asks what it is that suddenly perked
you up, and successfully guesses
its strongbow realted, you chuckle as
you grab your coat to leave, its
no longer home time, its drinking
time, its the promise of good times
[except you do have to pop home first
to grab some stuff].

You get to the train station
a little later than planned to
find out that your train is delayed, by
quite a bit, there’s nothing
you can do either, so you decide to
get a cab to Dartford and get
a train from there.

Whilst waiting for the taxi,
a train goes past, the train you
had been waiting for, you start to
run get halfway and realise you
won’t make it, you have a short
conversation with a man
on the platform with you and
proceed to go and wait for the
taxi again.

In this time you
talk to a girl who seems to be
milling around, you say uyo’d
split the cab if she
was going to Dartford, she isn’t,
shes going to Bluewater, but you
get thanked and talk for a bit anyways,
talk about this and that, and she says
that she’ll come visit you in your shop,
you don’t expect this to ever happen.

You get to Dartford station and
give up £7.50 to the cabbie
with the itchy back and
proceed to get on a train.

You get to New Cross and find out
all the delays were because of a
fire at Cannon street station, it’s
nine o’clock, your really late, on
the way to ricks house you
buy some alcohol and cigarettes
you give up 5p of your change,
your in a rush.

You get to the house, the hall light
is red, you giggle, this place looks
like a brothel, you think to yourself,
you get in, bearing the gifts, not
only the fags and booze, but a delayed
birthday present for rick and the photos
from France, of which you and him
visited earlier in the year.

You proceed to drink, discussing many
things, also putting up the Christmas
lights in the kitchen,
that were supplied by ricks
flatmate Kate, it is awesome, the lights
look amazing.

You again proceed to drink and
wake up on the house sofa, remembering
parts of the night before, long talks
about how you should accept gifts and
what not, talks on ricks movie idea
which is amazing, your life and its
comparisions to your drinking buddies
life, discussions on the universe whilst
laying on your back in the garden on bin
liners as to not get your clothes dirty
you also see that you have
been a silly boy, sending drunken text
messages again, was and is always a bad idea,
oh well, doesn’t matter much, cause you
have to get to work, you brush
your teeth and leave a note for rick
and head for New Cross station.

You get to the station a few minutes later
and get a ticket from the automated
machine ‘NEW CROSS TO GREENHITHE’ it states,
showing you, that you can go no further,
you don’t mind, you need to go to work and thats
it, you wait, it is now 09:01 according to
the printed date on the ticket, you
check and your in luck, there is a train
to dartford, its due for 09:11, you get
to platform C and find its delayed by about 10
minutes, which is ok, it leaves you more than
enough time to get a bus and to work,
your so tired and cold and you receive messages,
replies from the night before, you reply, and
wait for the train.

It comes, it doesn’t stop, it just goes on,
this is the first time its happened to you,
you have to think, think…
you’ve got it, you jump on the next train to
Lewisham and then the next train from there
to Darford, as you leave Dartford station, you
hand the guy your ticket and start to walk,
your already late and you get stopped,
theres something wrong with your ticket mate,
you hear behind you.

you turn around, saying pardon in the
process, well according to this, he says,
your going to new cross, and its yesterday,
in your haste you gave him the ticket
from yesterday, you quickly grab
the ticket you got this morning, and
hand it to him, saying sorry at the
same time, he says that he doesnt have
to keep it since its valid for a few more stops

you say you don’t really care
and you cant wait for that train
and you leave, and get the Fasttrak B to
Bluewater, you call your boss to let him
know you’ll be late, and you start your
journey to work, getting in a little
bit of sleep and thinking that although
all you did last night was have a few
beeeers round a mates house, it was
awesome, oyu had a great time, and sleep
is fun, work flies by, you see your best friend
and some people you havn’t seen in years,
you work a little bit extra because you were
a little bit late, which allows you to chat a bit

After work, you start to head home, your tired
and have a great idea for a blog, it may be long
winded but it’d be fun to write and thats he point,
you grab a helium balloon and head to Bluewaters
christmas fare, you see you say hi to mark
and kelly sends us away because we are being
too rude, in this time, you manage to maintain a
convo whilst using a urinal and [albeit not at the same
time] manage to accidentally insult a burgerking girl,
neither you or mark know how this happened, you apologise,
grab your coke and leave, you and mark proclaim to be gay
just to get some sales people
to leave you alone, and then you
return him to the christmas fayre and after a while continue
the journey home.

You get home, say hi to your mum
and get on the computer, it was
on standby when you got in, and
you rest your laptop on your lap,
and begin to write your new blog
recounting the previous two days
in a strange sort of way, but you
are happy writing it.

You talk to alex online for a bit
and realise that you don’t know where
your laptop charger is, its been
moved since Tuesday when you
last used it, and its flashing 10% battery

So you put the laptop to sleep and
look, you realise that this blog will
take ages, and you tell alex this,
you find the charger, it had been moved,
you not too happy, but its nothing to get
stressed about, you have you dinner and
have a bath, you then continue to write
as you finish up, you
realise your quite proud with it and the
clock on your laptop says 00:36.

Its time to post and sleep
you log onto livejournal and go to
post to journal, realising you have a
message, which you’ll read in a moment,
you open the notepad document where you
pre-wrote the blog, a habit you
seem to now always do, to write the blog
in notepad first and then place it in
livejournal, just in case.

You select all the text by pressing
CTRL or as you say ‘central’ and the A
key, you then copy it and you are about
to paste it into livejournal, adding a
little bit on the end which would have
been impossible to write, and you add a series
of tags to it, add some details and realise
it is ready for posting.


awesome, yeah?

awesome, yeah?

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