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Crimewatch is not a Bedtime Tele show
May. 18th, 2005 10:53 pmDoes anybody else get freaked out by watching Crimewatch? Thank god I'm in the apartment with the Sissys, otherwise I'd have to go check all the windows with a hammer then sit in my room, all by myself, waiting for someone to break in. There is the slight worrying fact that Kevin left the apartment at 10:30 p.m. to go to Joel's house in the Eastend. Everybody knows all the horrid crimes happen there. I hope he arrives safe and doesn't decide to take a late bus home.
What scares me about real life crime is how mundane the people and the locales look. It's the next door gym stormed by two men who then machine gun one of the members; it's the woman who leaves her room to go get something in her car and is murdered (body never found, though we do get to see the back of her murderer's head when the car is photographed by a speeding camera *shivers*); it's the mom who decides to take a short cut through the woods with her baby so she can show him the horses, and ends up stabbed in the neck. The reconstructions make me wish I had useful information, that I could lift the phone and tell them "the Lithuanian bank robber is my upstairs neighbour!"
My week of lounging around the apartment is over: I have a temp job for tomorrow and Friday at the Institute of Education (back to my old ground.) On Monday, I begin a short contract at the National Theatre, which should be interesting. Even the woman at my agency was going on & on about how great the people were, etc. Crossing my fingers that I don't fuck up. Would love to find a place to settle down and never have to worry again about work (for at least the next few years.) I'm tired of jumping around, of always feeling unhappy at these various offices. Everything in my life is good apart from the work situation. I've even returned to the swimming pool after a two-week break and was rewarded by beautiful dolphins and free lanes. Let the sun arrive soon and let there be a little cubicle I can spend the hours without worrying my soul has been mangled by the photocopy machine.
What scares me about real life crime is how mundane the people and the locales look. It's the next door gym stormed by two men who then machine gun one of the members; it's the woman who leaves her room to go get something in her car and is murdered (body never found, though we do get to see the back of her murderer's head when the car is photographed by a speeding camera *shivers*); it's the mom who decides to take a short cut through the woods with her baby so she can show him the horses, and ends up stabbed in the neck. The reconstructions make me wish I had useful information, that I could lift the phone and tell them "the Lithuanian bank robber is my upstairs neighbour!"
My week of lounging around the apartment is over: I have a temp job for tomorrow and Friday at the Institute of Education (back to my old ground.) On Monday, I begin a short contract at the National Theatre, which should be interesting. Even the woman at my agency was going on & on about how great the people were, etc. Crossing my fingers that I don't fuck up. Would love to find a place to settle down and never have to worry again about work (for at least the next few years.) I'm tired of jumping around, of always feeling unhappy at these various offices. Everything in my life is good apart from the work situation. I've even returned to the swimming pool after a two-week break and was rewarded by beautiful dolphins and free lanes. Let the sun arrive soon and let there be a little cubicle I can spend the hours without worrying my soul has been mangled by the photocopy machine.
