Crimewatch is not a Bedtime Tele show

[dotinthesky]

Does 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.

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in the Eastend....

[beeorkendurkey.livejournal.com]

when i was living there, i lived behind the royal london hos. it was a few blocks of nurses' accommodations and i lived in one of them. on the high street in whitechapel there's the urban bar (aka the tiger bar) that i used to frequent due to its remarkably close proximity to my front door. (the urban bar is located outside of the whitechapel tube station, cross the street and hang a left. you can not possibily miss it.) one night as i was walking home after close, i (and two other young girls) encountered a man sitting in a car with the alarm going off who leaned out and asked me if i had a light. i said no and we quickly kept walking. only what did we see then? four men carrying a four foot long coffin down the street. once we all passed one another in awed 2am silence, the girls and i all looked at one another to make sure that nobody was hallucinating and that we all did see such a bizarre thing happening... yep. hooray for whitechapel!

Re: in the Eastend....

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Freaky stuff like that happens everywhere in London, but it's the old spirit of Jack the Ripper that still slinks around the Eastend...