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Final Adjustments.

I did some final adjustments to my bike. I fixed the terrible squeal that my brakes were making. If there is one thing that can get to me like that nails down a blackboard scene in Jaws, then it is squealing brakes on a bike.

I also fitted my front pannier rack, extra bottle cage and pedal replacement.

There is some nice weather due this week (Famous last words), so I think I will make a break for it. I was due to be the designated bus driver for a few weeks at my Dads' School. Driving Catholic Schoolgirls to gym classes all day kinda grabbed my attention for a while. Then the idea of jail time soon followed.

7.9.06 16:44


My last day in hell.

I quit Tesco. If you ever visit the Haslingden branch, please do not eat the loose broccoli. I left a message on one of the store fridge doors.

It read: " In a society that has abolished all adventures, the only adventure left is to abolish society."

It recieved mixed reviews.

 

3.9.06 09:13


Today is the last day. Now my first day.

Today, Is going to be my last day working the shitty night shift at Tesco. I leave, feeling sorry for my fellow co-workers. A true Socialist attitude! However, I keep hope for them, as I do myself. One day we will find freedom. I would be very happy if the government increased these peoples' hourly pay. I think pay hasn't increased in line with rising costs for much too long. It shows in the workers' voices, by the things they say. "This is too much for me", "There has to be something better", "I can't take this anymore". These are statements I have had to endure over the last 6 months. Well, it taught me a thing or two about life in this God foresaken country! Segregation in the workplace. Asian teens being overly aggressive, white workers, some of the fairest-of faced white workers, voting BNP. The shop floor is the centre of Brittish life. Like the adult Schoolyard.

Today begins my final preparation for my first cycle tour. I hope to make it as far as Italy. But, I can only hope. I have fears of my funds running out. Freezing to death in a wet tent. Death, Injury, pain.

I will be homeless upon my return, I hope someone will be sympathetic to me. Not many, if any, are, or have been. I don't believe in God, I believe in freedom. However, I find myself calling out to something, to keep me safe.

2.9.06 09:24


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