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Endings/Beginnings

nobody@vox.com(fox in the snow) — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 12:28:34 +0100

I scribbled lots of notes down during my last days at work and thought I might as well cobble them together into a blog entry.

Thursday night is my reluctant leaving-do, one day early. I agree to it only if I can tag along to a colleague's birthday drinks because I don't want the fuss of a separate event. This is how I end up in a trendy cocktail bar with a stupid name rather than a pub with sofas and proper beer. Still, I reason, it's not really my night so I can slip off early. Only once I get there, it's unexpectedly lovely. People I've only spoken to in passing make a point of coming over to wish me well. Jon gives me a hug and says he wishes we'd got to know each other earlier on. I tell him to resign, he's too good for the place. I'm talking too loudly and my editor looks over. I don't care.

I've been in the unusual position of sobering up throughout the night as, after a boozy lunch, I don't want to drink any more and risk a hangover tomorrow. I accept a couple of gin and tonics and pass them to Sam, who has kept me sane over the last few chaotic months. She is giggling and busily conducting a straw poll to see which of our male colleagues is tallest when SleazyExTeamLeader walks in, so she doesn't notice him cosy up to me on the suddenly too small sofa. He "casually" slides his arm along the back of it, makes unnerving eye contact and tells me how much he'll miss me. I don't bother to point out that he left work over a year ago. He manages to lean closer and tells me I should get a job presenting on Nuts TV. I ignore him. He repeats it, apparently believing this is the acme of chat-up lines. Finally, Sam looks over and oh, is that the time, we really have to go and make sure we don't miss the last tube. It's 9.30pm. We exit.

Friday morning, my last day. I am late in due to a glitter-related incident (I end up having to comb it out of my hair) but still the first of my team to show up. Punctuality is not anyone's strong point. I finish my last piece of work, writing about the legal system in Monaco, and by the time I'm done everyone else has trickled in. "What are you going to do next?" someone asks. I tell him I'm going away for the weekend and then I plan to do lots of baking, deliberately misinterpreting his question. "No, what job are you going to?" I tell him I have nothing lined up and force a smile as he looks concerned. "It's fine. Something will turn up," I say. This has become my mantra of late. I don't know if I really believe it or if it's just a self-comforting empty phrase.

By early afternoon, there is a sense of barely reined in hysteria amongst my team mates. Richard does a reverse pterodactyl impression and we collapse into disproportionate laughter, eager to break the weird tension. We laugh more genuinely as we realise an interviewee for my position walked past at the exact moment he stood on his chair and let out an "aw-awwwk!" There is something in the air, something seismic is happening. I am not so arrogant as to think this all rests on my shoulders. I am the first of a mass exodus of leavers. The rats are leaving the sinking ship, far faster than the actual rats are leaving the building.

Going against tradition, I asked not to have a speech or a presentation because OH GOD, the mortification. I just want to slip away. Nonetheless, at 3pm my team gathers quietly around my desk and hands me a card, signed by everyone in the office, and a book - a graphic novel based on the songs of Belle & Sebastian (geeky and twee - how did they know?). It is thoughtful and kind and I am suddenly more moved than I thought I'd be. I open the card but can't read the messages for fear I might cry.

Why am I getting upset at leaving a job I've despised? It's the unexpected kindness of my colleagues, a theme continued by MaverickEditor striding over and offering to take me for a drink. That decides it - I'm leaving now. I clear my internet history, delete some pictures of ponies, empty my inbox and log off. I say goodbye to my team, thank them for the present, and walk out. A few others notice me leaving and shout goodbyes across the room. I close the door behind me. My departure has barely caused a ripple, which is just how I wanted it.

MaverickEditor takes me to a lovely tiny pub across the road and buys me wine. "So, why are you leaving?" he asks as we loiter outside in the sunshine while he smokes. "Hit the glass ceiling of £25k?" I laugh and tell him what I was earning. He is shocked. Even more so when I tell him what I was on six months previously before my token pay rise. "Fucking bastards," he says, nodding hello to yet another local he recognises. "Fucking shitty nepotistic bastards," I agree, and laugh again, this time without the bitterness. My impotent railing against the system won't change anything now but still, it feels good.

We spend longer talking than either of us intended, exchanging gossip and chatting idly. He pulls a face as his mobile rings - it's his manager, wondering where he's vanished to. He has to go. We walk outside where I shake his hand and tell him he's one of the reasons I've been able to stick it out for so long. I genuinely mean it, and he is genuinely touched. We make no false promises to keep in touch. He crosses one road to return to work, I cross another to get to the station.

I am lightheaded from afternoon drinking and have to concentrate hard to make it to Victoria to meet Jef. We catch a train to Brighton, to the sea, to where it all began, to where it will begin again. I remember leaving this town and not knowing what would happen next but in a terrible, confusing, empty way. Now I've taken another step into the unknown but this time a weight has been lifted, not added. Someone told me you don't realise how much a bad job is weighing you down until you leave it, and it's true. Everything is better now. I can think and write again. Somehow, against the odds, I am joyous and hopeful. 2008 has already given me so much and I don't believe that will stop. Everything will be ok.

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Yet more reasons why 2008 is rocking really hard

nobody@vox.com(fox in the snow) — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 10:51:20 +0100

Last night, Kate and I met up for an evening of fabulousness. PREVIEW: this entry contains dresses, cheese and secret bars.

We started in Beyond Retro in Soho, which was like entering a cellar full of awesome. There were dresses and underskirts and negligees and clutch bags a go go. We seriously debating buying jumpsuits for DJing purposes (it's London Loves this Saturday! I had my eye on a yellow towelling number) but Kate managed to get away with just two dresses while I scampered home with this one, which makes me feel like Alice in Wonderland:

Dress of joy

Ah, what better way to usher in a new era of unemployment than with wanton profligacy?

On for dinner of bread, cheese and more cheese. Total calories: 17,356. That sound you hear is Paul McKenna shooting himself just so he can spin in his grave. We managed to stop ourselves ordering another loaf of walnut bread to mop up the excess Gruyere because we had to dash off to a gig in an old Fitzrovian department store (twee factor: 3 billion).

And thus I discovered my new favourite place in London: Bourne & Hollingsworth. We descended a narrow metal staircase to the bar and entered 1945. The venue was about the size of a living room with peeling floral wallpaper, candles in tea cups and a fireplace covered in champagne bottles against which one could lean rakishly. And there were rakish men with shiny hair and improper thoughts everywhere. We contemplated ordering some Sebastian Martinis but instead holed up in a corner with vodka and wine, watching an endearingly ramshackle line-up of bands rattle through songs from The Village Green Preservation Society.

(Incidentally, there was a courting couple at the table beside us and we correctly guessed that (a) it was their first date and (b) they'd met through Guardian Soulmates. He talked too much, she was uncomfortable with his arm around her, things fell flat when he suggested a trip to Basingstoke. They left early and we both craned around to see if they stopped for a kiss under the red light at the bottom of the stairs. They didn't. I don't see a future for those kids.)

We were flagging by 10.30pm and headed off. It was something of a disappointment to join the real world and find that it was still 2008. Part of me was hoping that the sirens would still be sounding and we'd have to hole up in there all night, singing There'll Always Be An England and comforting the children with gin.

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Oh, London...

nobody@vox.com(fox in the snow) — Sat, 03 May 2008 10:30:27 +0100

A selection of texts from last night:

"OMG - Boris!"

"Cunt cunt cunt cunt cunt"

"I'm genuinely in complete shock. Even yesterday I couldn't believe people would actually have voted for him. I'm feeling really depressed."

It's like I've woken up in the 1980s. Only the death of Thatcher could cheer me up today.

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nobody@vox.com(Energy Enhancing Research) — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:21:44 +0100

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John Barrowman's Great Big Sparkly Fun Night Out

nobody@vox.com(fox in the snow) — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 11:23:55 +0100

Dear Blog,

Firstly, it's not you, it's me. I obviously blogged too much last month and got whatever the blogging equivalent is of groin strain or shin splints. I needed some time away but now I'm back and ready to try again. If you'll have me, that is. I'm sorry and it won't happen again. (It will.)

Anyway, at the weekend I met up with a bunch of bloggers - some of whom drunk-blogged later on. Hurrah! In the basement of a twee indie disco, fuelled by pizza and complimentary limoncello ("it tastes like Jif!" "Yeah, but it's free!") we came up with A Marvellous Plan. Kate and I were busily mourning the alleged demise of London Loves and wondering where we could take our dancing shoes in future, when we realised: we need to start our own club. In a fit of creativity, we immediately noted down some salient points on the back of a flyer:

manifesto.jpg

It is an odd mix of feyness ("someone to hand out hats and kittens," "LOTS of glitter!"), ruthlessness ("no irony, no haircuts, no skinny jeans/floaty skirts/boho") 1950s proms ("dance-offs!) and the surreal ("John Barrowman", double-underlined). The last point is worth elaborating on. In the shabby BBC Saturday night musical reality shows that search for an average Joe/Jane to play Maria from The Sound of Music or Nancy from Oliver, John Barrowman pads around a classroom filled with 20 or so finalists like a panther on heat. As they sob and sing their little hearts out, he places his paw on the shoulder of those who have to step aside because they are O-U-T. We plan to re-enact this in the club, with John removing people from the dancefloor as he sees fit. We might write to him now so he can pencil it into his diary and see if Denise Van Outen is free to come as his plus one.

So, now all we need is a name (erm, an a venue and some flyers and punters and - well, yes). Suggestions so far include:

- Champagne In The Membrane (vetoed because eww, membranes? Ick!)

- John Barrowman's Great Big Sparkly Fun Night Out (perhaps a little niche?)

- Sometimes I Doubt Your Commitment To Sparkle Motion (bit of a mouthful).

All suggestions will be ungratefully received.

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nobody@vox.com(Energy Enhancing Research) — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 10:35:12 +0100

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Energy Enhancing Research Back and Nerve Solution

nobody@vox.com(Energy Enhancing Research) — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 00:10:33 +0100

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nobody@vox.com(Energy Enhancing Research) — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 11:28:28 +0100

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