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28/04/2006: "I don't care for such things"
I say, "In London, the quality of life is relatively low, but the cultural offering is fabulous." He says: "What if I don't care for such things, what are salaries like?" I laugh at the Swiss man and ask him where he's from. "Biel", he says. (thinking he'd fit perfectly in a field milking cows).
And sitting here in the library, updating this blog, I've just noticed one familiar face come in. This time, my memory reaches back nearly 7 years. This guy is a fresher who used to take the bus at the same stop as me many years ago. I used to watch him because he was so small and was always carrying such a large bag, with a small studious face. He's now bloody tall and reminds me that 7 years is the time most teenagers take to grow up and go to uni. Damn, strange feeling.
