For once, I am actually looking forward to the usually arduous task of packing for a trip. 3 months will be my longest spell away from these icy shores and I plan to spend them well. I must pack accordingly, bringing only the bare essentials. My fight leaves in seven and a half hours, and I should really crack on with the task in hand.
A particularly savage leaving weekend has left me with very little get up and go. Brighton on Friday night for my good friend Steve's night, Super Dub Pressure at Concorde 2. It featured a monstrous 40k sound system, which left me shaken inside out. After ruining a student's night with some tricky questions and, well, our mere presence, we started out on the journey home. Which took an age to complete, because the trains weren't running anything resembling a service. Rail replacement busses... we treated them with the respect they rightly deserved.
Anyway, I made it home in one piece... Physically at least. And now I must summon up some Can Do and get my pack on. I have decided on the bare essentials. They are, in no particular order of importance:
- Some clothes. Just a few to protect my modesty
- My coat. It doubles as a handy blanket for getting some sleep, and it takes up less room than a sleeping bag
- My laptop, microphone, soundcard and Serato. See what New Zealand can do to rekindle my creative buzz.
- A bucket and spade. Because I'm going to be hitting the beach
- A variety of hats and sunglasses. Because sunstroke is a Motherfucker
- A "grow your own" Venus Fly Trap. To keep the bastard flying bastards away
If you can think of anything else, let me know within the next few hours, for after that I shall be long gone.
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