Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Blue Monday's Daring Blog

Upstairs, downstairs...

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I started work in the September.  By December I had a flat in an affluent suburb of west London which I shared with two friends and my adult life started.  Days of routine.  Nights of structure.  A life of discipline and responsibility.  Financially things were tight.  But there was a sense of independence and of growing up.  I found trying to come to terms with the understanding that everything I had worked so conscientiously for had led to this.  Everything seemed overly-structured, rather too serious and lacked spontaneity.  However, I was better off than many and felt duty-bound to accept my lot.  At least for now. 

I stayed fit by running around the streets of London and, at weekends, played football for my regular team and enjo ... [more]

Part 15 - Glandular Fever

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In July that year I graduated.  With honours no less.  My education complete in many guises.  In addition to Physical Fusion I was also an expert in Business Studies.  A Bachelor as always.

I was offered a job working in Marketing that started in mid-September.  To fill in the time and to further my education I decided to tour America.  A rucksack and me.  Coast to coast.  The promised land.  The star spangled.  Uncle Sam.  Liberty et all.  

The plan was to travel east to west via Greyhound buses staying south.  Possibly surprisingly, all went well.  Starting in Washington, I sped through Charlotte down into the swamps of Florida, across to jazzy New Orleans, west through the Deep South, the Grand Canyon, deep into T ... [more]

The rough with the smooth

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While I knew deep down it was the end I wasn’t prepared to let it go easily. I waited. And waited. No letter announcing my next tutorial arrived. Days turned into months and eventually a year. My teacher had left the seat of learning without looking back. One day, lovelorn, I visited the block of flats. I waited outside not sure what to do. I stood at a safe distance knowing that an unexpected visitation would decimate whatever hope I had left. Nothing happened. No one arrived or departed. I was helpless. After 4 hours I gave up, but I had closure. One door closes and another opens. The rhythm of life.

Luckily my other, but much less stimulating, tutorials gathered pace and I was now in my last year as a student. I shared a house in a down market area of west London with four fello ... [more]