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[urocyon]

Ah, a lovely Friday night in Romford. There have already been several groups of singing drunkards passing by, possibly on their way from the dog tracks, but it's hard to tell at this hour. (Still haven't quite figured out the singing-in-groups thing. At home, there's the occasional lone drunk launching into a rendition of something heavily involving "burn that mother down"--doen't sound like "Disco Inferno" to me, but who knows?--or "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain". Here, staggering along and singing in groups seems oddly popular, everything including marching songs. Bleh.) They almost blend into the weekend background by now, though it has irked me more than once, not feeling like I can put out the trash for pickup even Sunday night, for fear of lurching drunks falling over it and breaking things.

The last group by was more annoying, as they were more interested in loudly arguing and then getting sick, all while clinging onto the garden wall. I'm not sure how one can manage to simultaneously bellow obscentities and vomit, but one guy was doing a pretty fine job of it for a good five minutes. Grr. I may not show a lot of sense a great deal of the time, but I didn't much feel like wandering out and suggesting that multiple already-belligerent intoxicated people keep on moving past my garden if they're going to be sick. (At least without a handy large stick--need to remedy that shortage, anyway.) Now I feel like some sort of coward, on top of it.

Ah, yes. There should be no real impediment to at least five years' weekends like this, since we finally heard from IND yesterday morning. They even showed the sense to designate me a family member of an EEA national, with leave to remain as long as vatine is living here. (I didn't see a good way to apply for that from within the U.K.--rather than already being married and entering the country as a family member--but got it anyway. *g* ) He's up for some sort of evaluation in 2010, so it's good until then. So I'm legal to work, too, finally. (Still not entirely sure how I feel about that one.) It was a pretty happy early awakening by the postman.

I haven't had anything particularly original to say about the incident yesterday and implications, so haven't said much. It seemed as if I'd done enough ranting, anyway; don't want to get started sounding like my ranty uncle (urgh). I will say that, in one step of transmission--with the other person watching the news in the States, no less--basically all the stations had been completely destroyed, with the casualties climbing into the thousands. (I reckon my mother has it straight by now; it still irked the devil out of me.) And I'm feeling more and more urges toward civil disobedience coming on, should this crap be used to help ram through the ID card scheme. I thought I was already thoroughly fed up with fearmongering, but apparently not quite as much as I could have been.

Ah, yes, and the Brewery (shopping centre in the, erm, former brewery) was all cordoned off with cops guarding things when I went out for groceries today. (The cats will have to make do on cheap Lidl canned food for a while. If they like it, they'll probably get more, at 33p per can.) Looked suspiciously like some genius had been having fun with bomb threats. :/ Given my aversion to cops, I wasn't about to start asking about it, for all the good that likely would have done.

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[redcountess]

My mother used to live three doors down from a pub in Melbourne, and would get the obscenities/vomit Thursday-Saturday, and that was in a *nice* suburb!

Also, I too am worried that they will use yesterday as an excuse to push through I.D. cards, so have signed the pledge to not get one - see my post for details.