Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.<\/p>\n
W.B. Yeats wrote those words as part of his poem; The Second Coming<\/i>. He was talking about the end of the world, the beast is “Slouching towards Bethlehem”. My world just feels a little like it’s falling apart. It’s just a first bad reaction but then, that’s the way it is. I don’t know anything about flat hunting. I fell on my feet so well when I moved over here. I got an ad on a joke listserv, I replied, I got the room, I moved in. That took about a week. Now I have not got a clue \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n
I don’t know what I’m going to do other than start looking and even then I don’t know where to start. I’m more and more thinking I want to live on my own and then more and more thinking that I don’t. I just don’t know. I don’t want to live with someone I don’t know…I don’t want to live with someone I know. Kinda leaves me nowhere right?<\/p>\n
The timing on this sucks badly. Iain bought a new place recently and was renting out his old place…it’s now gone. Nick moved into his new place over the weekend and Andy moved into his new place about a month ago. Timing sucks badly \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n
On a whole other note. When I was about 8 I went to visit some of my cousins with the rest of my family. They had just bought a CD player. At the time this was pretty new and I remember being well impressed by it. I could not get over the fact that you did not have to fast forward or rewind, just press a button and it would take you to the next song. It’s one of my stronger memories of childhood (I guess) and it still makes me think of little things in awe.<\/p>\n
When I was first getting into music I use to tape songs off the radio and make my own mix tapes. They were in a series and were imaginatively called “Radio Compilations”. They reached 12 volumes, some absolute shite on there but some classics aswell. I’ll leave you to decide which was which but 2 Unlimited’s No Limit<\/i> was one of the first songs I taped.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold. W.B. Yeats wrote those words as part of his poem; The Second Coming. He was talking about the end of the world, the beast is “Slouching towards Bethlehem”. My world just feels a little like it’s falling apart. It’s just a first bad reaction but then, that’s the … Continue reading “”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3183","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3183"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3183"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3183\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3183"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3183"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3183"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}