So I missed another day…

So I missed another day. Perhaps I’m not really committed….

Since I started working at Time Out full-time, I no longer seem to read a newspaper or keep up with the daily news. I no longer have any idea what is going on in the world. I can’t even be bothered to read The Onion.

Being newsfree for a while makes you feel lighter – it’s almost as good as not wearing a watch (which I didn’t do for two years). I wonder how long it will last.

So tonight I have been invited to watch a football match in Finsbury Park (the pub’s called the Fulback on Perth Road if anyone fancies joining us). I don’t care about football in the slightest. It is not an affectation – I just don’t enjoy it. However there are a large number of people who are going to be there that I like. What does one do? Drink oneself to death while all around burn David Beckham into their collective retinae? I fear I may be bored…

Decisions, decisions. Participation in the Day Without Art is much more my kind of thing. I can’t decide whether I should participate though. I’ll follow the instructions of the first person who e-mails me.

Evil, subversive site of the day must go to the tremendous Ghost sites is a laugh, netslaves cuts a little close to the bone for my liking, and the disobey news network will keep you bogged down with information for a few hours. Not that I read it.