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There Ain't No Chavs in Canada
Oct. 12th, 2005 12:32 pmKevin called last night from a phone booth in Montreal. I asked him if they were already snowed under and he laughed; I wanted to say that it's cold in London, with leaves everywhere, but that would be a lie. I should have worn shorts to work today. This weather just ain't right.
Talking back and forth, Kevin reminds me of how great it would be if we could live in Canada again: we could find a cheap and spacious apartment in Montreal; he'd work with graphic design (or make more films), I could find some administrative job and study french part-time. Or maybe we could live in Ottawa, Canada's cultural void, and travel every weekend to Montreal (it's only a two-hour bus ride) for any gigs or parties. We'd crash on Ryan or Dagmara's floor, go to the Tam tams on Sunday's, go dancing in the village once in a while (with Josie, of course), and have breakfast at Chez Cora just before catching our bus home. As a last resort, we could try living in Halifax: the city is small, but it's where CBC is stationed, there's a fairly big university, and the people are nice. Also, Halifax is by the sea and has a really great countryside (we visited in 99, during the Awesome Blossom festival.) However, it would never cross our minds to live in Toronto: we dislike the place and we'd only live there if we were desperate and all our other plans had failed. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of Torontonian friends that I love, but the city itself annoys the shit out of me. Toronto seems to constantly be struggling to imitate New York, but there's nothing more to it than its bland and faceless core and its population of suburbanites who think they are the crème de la crème of Canadian society. When I lived in Canada, people used to say there was animosity between Montrealers and Torontonians. I think you can guess which side of the fence you'll find me on that discussion.
I'm thinking of getting the immigration ball running. If that doesn't work out... I might need to get married next Summer!!!! That would be the fastest way for me to get residency in Canada. From speaking to Kevin last night I got the impression that our plans to move to Ireland next year have been shelved. I better start enjoying my last year in London - doing all those things I should have done before - because it's probably my last one here.
I've got a Chav party to go this Saturday (where I'm the only person not allowed to dress like a chav - perhaps because I'm one?!), another birthday party at Casino Royale and a third birthday party during the day, at lunch time. I've been trying to come up with ideas for a halloween costume for the Chav party, but nothing seems to work. I'm also scared of taking public transport while dressed as an air hostess, so I'll probably have to resort to a more mild attire.
In half an hour, I'm taking my lunch break. I'm going to sit on a bench facing the Thames again and write a little more in my notebook.
When given the opportunity, goths like to dress up as chavs
Talking back and forth, Kevin reminds me of how great it would be if we could live in Canada again: we could find a cheap and spacious apartment in Montreal; he'd work with graphic design (or make more films), I could find some administrative job and study french part-time. Or maybe we could live in Ottawa, Canada's cultural void, and travel every weekend to Montreal (it's only a two-hour bus ride) for any gigs or parties. We'd crash on Ryan or Dagmara's floor, go to the Tam tams on Sunday's, go dancing in the village once in a while (with Josie, of course), and have breakfast at Chez Cora just before catching our bus home. As a last resort, we could try living in Halifax: the city is small, but it's where CBC is stationed, there's a fairly big university, and the people are nice. Also, Halifax is by the sea and has a really great countryside (we visited in 99, during the Awesome Blossom festival.) However, it would never cross our minds to live in Toronto: we dislike the place and we'd only live there if we were desperate and all our other plans had failed. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of Torontonian friends that I love, but the city itself annoys the shit out of me. Toronto seems to constantly be struggling to imitate New York, but there's nothing more to it than its bland and faceless core and its population of suburbanites who think they are the crème de la crème of Canadian society. When I lived in Canada, people used to say there was animosity between Montrealers and Torontonians. I think you can guess which side of the fence you'll find me on that discussion.
I'm thinking of getting the immigration ball running. If that doesn't work out... I might need to get married next Summer!!!! That would be the fastest way for me to get residency in Canada. From speaking to Kevin last night I got the impression that our plans to move to Ireland next year have been shelved. I better start enjoying my last year in London - doing all those things I should have done before - because it's probably my last one here.
I've got a Chav party to go this Saturday (where I'm the only person not allowed to dress like a chav - perhaps because I'm one?!), another birthday party at Casino Royale and a third birthday party during the day, at lunch time. I've been trying to come up with ideas for a halloween costume for the Chav party, but nothing seems to work. I'm also scared of taking public transport while dressed as an air hostess, so I'll probably have to resort to a more mild attire.
In half an hour, I'm taking my lunch break. I'm going to sit on a bench facing the Thames again and write a little more in my notebook.
When given the opportunity, goths like to dress up as chavs
