Hell is paved with good intentions

Today I wanted to make an apple pie, because I found some abandoned cooking apples in our kitchen. They are so sour, nobody wants to use them, not even to make an apple-scented shampoo or something. So I bought some pastry which had to defrost in the sun, near the rusty vice from the back yard.

In the meantime - Dickensian enough - the gas in the house stopped because the gas card needs being topped up. It's like the pre-paid phone cards. You pay - you use. No pay - no pie.

10 minutes earlier I remembered my pastry forgotten in the dark, outside near the rusty good old vice. I had to put it in the fridge again.

This evening's prayer:

Good Lord, give us gas, but make sure it does not come from the Russian pipe. If You can't find any other resources I can do without gas. I could use frozen food and the microwave for my entire life.
Tonight we'll see how it is without central heating: we'll put an extra pullover on. Tomorrow pity us with some gas, but not from Gazprom. Amen.

Oh, so... Soho!

I've been out to a club last night, in Soho. First time I heard about Soho in Mr. Sfariac's course at university. He told us about customers sipping their cocktails in Soho bars. It was the British culture and civilisation course. He told us about political parties, newspapers etc. but I only remember the light and useless stuff. Anyway, if vampires suck blood, Brits sip a cocktail. And then another one. And then another one.

I first been to Soho last year with Marian, a friend. He took me to a thai restaurant. We had a place near the window, so that I could watch passers-by while sipping my onion-and-cockroach soup (or whatever scorpio they boil in thai cuisine). And I saw a man and then looked further to see his appendix and it was another man. They were hand in hand. Which is always a nice gesture, but I was not used to see 2 men doing it. They were not sipping cocktails as I was taught, but who knows what were they up to later that evening.

So, last night I got there a bit earlier (it means I got there on time) but I had to wait for my friends who were late. The club was full with young ladies wearing dresses and sequin bags and high-heeled sandals like they were at the opera, not in a dark crowded place where they drink and retch. Besides, high heels, alcohol and square pavement in the streets are not a recommended combination if you ask me.

I met a guy from Moldova. I like the way they talk, the words they use. A Romanian would never use those words, we have updated versions. The language they speak seems to me like it has been frozen for 50-100 years and now it came to life again with all those archaic words. I pity them because politically they want to be with us Romanians (at least somebody in this world wants us), but corrupt communist politicians in their country don't.

We gossiped a bit about Russians, he told me war stories he heard about Russian "heroes".
Someone told him that in 1980 during the Olympics in MosCow, for Russia to make a good impression in the world, they filled the shops with everything, especially food. People felt like in heaven for a week.
In the north of Russia if you throw out of the window some hot tea, it will freeze until it hits the ground. That is why I prefer the sink to throw away unwanted liquids, niet chiuveta (rakovina). But who could understand them?

Today's prayer:
Dear God, I am happy in Soho it is warmer than in Russia. And I don't want Russians in Soho, either. Please, God, keep them away of the European Union and make our borders thicker, to resist their tanks if necessary. Amen.

A memorable first day

September 17th was my first day at work. And I made it a day to remember. Or better - they made it a day to remember.

In the morning, I was almost late because in the tube station at Nothing Hill Gate they stopped us for about 5 minutes, I don't know the reason.We were not allowed to go to the platform and I was to far to hear the explanations. Finally I made it.

In the evening I took the tube to take me to the Central Line. I changed trains and got a central line one and after 5 minutes the train stopped in a station and the driver said that there is a signal failure and we will depart as soon as that is fixed. So I waited for about half an hour. Then I decided to got off the train. In the station there were a lot of policemen, I don't know what they were doing. They could have signalized one every 100m - if the system is not reliable - and the train could have departed.

I asked at the station what bus could take me home and the driver said "W14" and for a couple of seconds I could not figure out what number was "W". My mind was repeating "double u fourteen", I could see the 1 and 4 but W was not in the group of natural numbers.
So I decided to take a bus which would take me closer to home. I waited 45 minutes for a convenient one.

On its way, a man got on and the driver told him something like to get off, because he was last night with a woman and I don't know what the problem had been.The man went: "I beg your pardon?"The driver went: "You were with a woman last night and you got on and [I don't know what he said, because English is a foreign language to me]"The man: "I beg your pardon? I am with no woman. I am single."If I had been him, I would have added: "I masturbate" or "I am abstinent" for a complete picture. I mean I wanted the problem solved and more evidence was needed for that. Oral evidence. Finally they made peace, the driver apologized and the show ended to my disappointment.

The bus's destination changed on our way, so instead to take us closer to home, we had to get off one tube station away. And I waited there for another 30-40 minutes for a second bus. Then I walked home and finally got there. It took me 3 hours to get home. Usually it takes me 1 hour to travel from work to home.