Hackney Lookout

I was restless today, wanted to roam around all my places, and I went to this second hand store and they had an old ice cream maker and a book of recipes for a couple of quid, so I figured, why the hell not. There is some fantastic stuff in here. Honey ice cream. Licorice ice cream. Green tea ice cream. Sherbert ice cream. And, you know, the usual vanilla and chocolate and banana and things. Hell to the yes, I have got to get experimenting with this.

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I still want out. I'm still jittery. I've got an hour, maybe two and I've shut the windows and locked the door. I don't have any Wolfsbane, I can't let the fox roam around by itself.

God I wish I had a treadmill or something. I guess I'll try spending a while skipping rope.

Haven't seen anything new about Hermione either. Hope she's okay.
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Hermione's missing??

I hope she's okay.

If I was Minister, we'd get a decent social welfare system, a separate judicial system and more thorough anti-discrimination laws, including the right for gay marriage. We'd have sex education in school, a proper introduction to the wizarding world for Muggleborns and their families, and at least look at introducing subjects that aren't strictly magic-based, like language, sciences and mathematics.

And hey, since we are so hooked on phonics sex at the moment, good sex stories?

Okay, so, I was watching some incredibly stupid movie that I can't even remember what it was about, and it had this bit where the gorgeous dark haired love interest took the lead back to her place to sex him up and whatnot, and she was all, "Oh, just wait right there while I change into something more comfortable, if you know what I mean, nudge nudge."

So my question: who actually does that? I mean they have to in the movies I guess because it gives the hero time to snoop through her stuff, answer important plot-moving phone calls, read his mail, get those pesky chores out of the way, you know? But in real life, I have never felt the urge to get changed just so a guy could take different clothes off. With Jack it was always more like "Wait right there while I climb on you and we can have the monkey sex."

So am I completely weird, or the writers?

You know, in the Muggle world the newspapers don't go into nearly as much detail as they do in the Prophet. I'm all for keeping the public informed, but in a lot of situations that's really kind of a good thing. I feel like most of the time when they're giving us all these lurid snippets of information, they're not so much keeping us informed as trying to up the trainwreck factor in an attempt to sell copy. It's kind of disgustingly low.

As a less horrible aside, I'm feeling the songwriting itch at the moment. I should see if I can find some lined paper tomorrow. I'll probably have to buy it from a Muggle store, I've only seen it a few times in the Wizarding world. You weirdos. Anyway I don't want to rip pages out of here, and this is the only paper I actually have that isn't already scribbled all over. Except it's been a dead quiet week and I'm barely making rent, so I hope it doesn't come to a choice between fresh groceries and paper. Wish I lived somewhere where I could have a garden, but no fucking way could I afford that unless I went way, way out of the city to some ramshackle falling down cottage in the middle of nowhere.

So close to spring. People are starting to wear less out even though the temperature isn't that much warmer. Psychological, I guess. They'll be sorry when they all come down with colds and things. Though I probably need to be more careful what I eat, it was either food poisoning or one of those short term twenty four hour stomach bugs I had the other day. Awful.

I feel restless. Like there's something I should be doing.

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I don't even feel like visiting any of my animals today.

Yesterday, they passed a bill banning fox hunting. Finally. We keep going on about humanity and humane methods, but it took until the twenty first century to actually decide that getting together a big gang of people and horses and dogs and chasing down an innocent animal and tearing it to pieces is not okay.

I read a study once in which they left a wallet on the ground and watched what people did with it. Interestingly enough, the people who returned the wallet with all the money still inside it tended to be poor, living near or under the poverty line, and richer people were more likely to take the money out before returning it or just keep it all. I can believe it. The people who ponce by in all the latest fashions almost never drop money in my guitar case and only a little more often buy things. It's the middle class and lower that don't look at me like I'm dirt. I think the way they see me goes sort of like:

Lower class -> a person making a living
Middle class -> a sort of novelty
Upper class -> a filthy beggar who's as likely to steal their money as smile at them

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Is it just me or is it raining less than usual this month? Definitely nothing to complain about since it means I can sit anywhere instead of having to find a nice awning to shelter my things, it's just a bit odd for London. Course I saw in the news they're expecting a cold snap to start soon. Bugger, it's nearly spring, too, and I was sort of enjoying this whole double-digit temperatures thing we've had going on.

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( Keep the faith baby / You broke the rules and won )