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Legs eleven, baby! I'm close to axing them, even moreso after my recent trip away - it threw into stark relief the ability to just relax and do stuff when not constantly harried.
Pictures of place - keep fingers crossed:
Kinda nice, eh? I hope it's not a small box that I'm going to be looking at...
There are indeed lots of delis around (and a Versace store that seems to exist only to show exactly what exquisite evil fashion can visit upon poor mannequins), a stack of restaurants, an arthouse cinema complex and a couple of nice second-hand bookshops. Could well be the place for Chez Smooth to be put into work. Fez-wearing and coffee-drinking over the mornin' paper could be a Good Thing. Wow. There's also meant to be an Italian cultural centre going in, with a library attached, so I might be able to work on the language from home, which'd be rock, too.
And Loomis, it's a bit away from the place-above-a-pub-and-next-door-to-a-brothel that our other friends once lived in... but only a bit. Heh.
P: I'm sure you won't need a BraheNose yet. Honest! |
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why isn't all work like this? 