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Yesterday, despite wibbling, I went to band practice, which was good.

This morning so far I have:
- got up and out of bed
- eaten half a can of chickpeas (food of the gods) and a bag of crisps (food of the, um, junkaholics)
- been disturbed by the bathroom
- taken advantage of empty house, guitar and web access to sing quite a lot
- realised I don't want to go back to the stress, but neither do I want to stay here in the mess. Grr. Shall run away to sea.


I have started a paper journal for writing totally not to an audience. I have lots of drawing and art ideas but cannot show them to people because I don't have a scanner at my parents'. I am SO SICK of having my life on hold. I want to do things!

Gay culture research!

I am writing my first ever slashfic and need information about gay (male)culture, specifically nightlife, in early 1920s London. This article is otherwise interesting but totally skips the period between about 1910 and 1953.

Any thoughts, anyone?