Writing from September 2001

Denver, Burning Man, San Francisco

I wrote most of this a week ago but have only just had time to finish it...

After a 1,000 mile train journey to Denver Sam and I had 24 hours in the city. Enough time to shop for more camping equipment, wander up and down the pedestrian-friendly 16th Street (regrettably re-branded as "16th Street Mall"), hunt out used CDs and books, and see a movie ("And most accurate potrayal of a geek goes to Jamie Harrold in The Score").


In Personal on 14 September 2001. Permalink


Sitting upstairs in a quiet pub in central London, letting the sausage and mash and spotted dick settle, swapping unlikely theories on how to make the world a better place. The waitress comes over to clear the table of empty glasses and plates.

Her: Are you web programmers?

Us: Oh, erm, [embarrassed laugh], yeah, does it show?

Her: Sorry, I just overheard y... I was a web programmer.

Us: Oh, right, really?

Her: Yeah. It's a difficult time isn't it. I lost my job earlier this year.

Us: Ah. Yeah, er, we know lots of people who lost their jobs. It's tricky. Er, where were you?

Her: Zinc, an agency that was just over there. We did stuff for Microsoft, banks, that kind of thing. And now here I am clearing up your ketchup.

Us: [pause] Ah, ha ha. Yeah, sorry. Anyway. Er, good luck.

In Misc on 24 September 2001. Permalink