Harold Lloyd #

6 October 1998

I declined the offer, saying I felt that the private sector was better able to match my career aspirations, and citing the potential pay drop as making it difficult for me to repay the crippling student debts that are oh so prevalent in this country. Sold my soul to capitalism’s shiny silver dollar…

All of which leaves me with another decision to make - I’m not looking forward to another winter of commuting, so I need to find myself somewhere to live. Ah, but I’ll put that off for another day or two…

A funny thing happened today - I got to work to find two A4 pictures on my cubicle wall - one was of me, from this website, and was titled “Harold Lloyd”. The other was of someone I now know to be Harold Lloyd, a late silent comedian, and was titled “Ian Nelson”. I must admit, there is a certain likeness:

Listening to: My 20th birthday tape from Jammy - ah, memories…

Reading: Julian Barnes - “England, England” (yes, still - I’m a slow reader, OK?)

Browsing: Kevin Kelm’s Virtual Vomit