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<item><title>Another July</title><link>http://www.actual-reality.co.uk/letters/prob_det.asp?theVic=57</link><description>Its always the same. What indeed is it about July. OK so 2 days left til July. Fuck it. I am so depressed that today is as good as any to write.

What the fuck happened to my life? I am a recluse in a workman's cottage in a posh suburb of London. I have a new placement at a University. Looks like they're sesperate for some new blood - no matter how old it is. 

I have to travel through the drain twice a day. It destroys my soul, but I am proud I have over come at least one of my many neurosis. I have learned to self anistatise (did I spell that right? Doubtful as spelling was not programmed into my hardward. A new dictonary is coming out in a couple years, so they fitured I didn't need the current language.

I miss Birdie and Bobby so much. They were the only friends I had - and now they have totally abandoned me. Guess I am nothing when I am no longer rich and famous.

I am so lonely. I don't know how I go on...</description></item><item><title>Only July? It ISN'T</title><link>http://www.actual-reality.co.uk/letters/prob_det.asp?theVic=55</link><description>I'm not sure why I only write in July. Maybe that is when I am most confused as I am not sure whether to celebrate July the 4th or Bastille Day. I try to do both as it always pisses off the British as the only holidays they have are in honor of Bank - I think that should say EVERYTHING about the British - they pray to the almighty BANK!

OK, so I am in my usual foul mood. I think I'll go now...</description></item><item><title>A new beginning</title><link>http://www.actual-reality.co.uk/letters/prob_det.asp?theVic=52</link><description>Well, this isn't looking good. I thought I made a short list... but the consultant said it would cost me £275,000.00 to get all the little fixes I requested. 

I did ask why, if they were going to use my own fat, taken from my own belly, to put in my behind, WHY was he going to cost £48,000 and he said it would take a REAL ARTIST to turn my flat ass into a black girl's butt..... Well I guess if your want the best...

But I am going to have to put the "Pimp my Bod" project on hold and make some money first.

If anyone has any ideas of how I can come up with the money, please let me know! Just add a comment!

xx</description></item><item><title>Rain, rain go away!</title><link>http://www.actual-reality.co.uk/letters/prob_det.asp?theVic=51</link><description>I can't bear it! Nothing here but rain. I still haven't seen any arcs popping up along the Thames. Just a lot of dead and dirty things!

And who says there isn't global warming? And what prat was it who said the other day, "well, if there's global warming, why isn't it warmer??" PRAT!

I want to go to France. Not Greece. I hear its on fire! I just need some heat and sun.

Oh well, just another British summer...</description></item><item><title>Lost</title><link>http://www.actual-reality.co.uk/letters/prob_det.asp?theVic=34</link><description>London is the most international city I have ever lived it. Makes Manhattan seem almost urban! Every nationality, every language spoken, around every corner in the city.

But you know how it is; there comes a time when you want to leave the city behind and relax in the country - or my case, at the shore.

But Christ! You get outside the M25 (London's ring road) and its like another world! Its like the dark side of Homer Simpson! And I am afraid that is the only view of the world they really have! France is only 22 miles away, and what do they do? Import the French version of K-Mart (but smaller). Do they have the cute beach side cafe's?? Noooooo! They cram their ocean fronts with arcade games for the thick and stupid. 
<img src="pics/french_beach.jpg"  border="0" align="right"></img>
Its not that I expect Miami, or even Malibu, but just somewhere that you don't feel every female is out to get pregnant - just like her mother. Married or not, who cares as long as the benefits keep rolling in.

Where are the beaches, with the beautiful people preening their wonderful bodies in the sun? Not in Britain! Here, it seems muffin tops and back boobs are the current fashion statement! TERRIFYING!!!! COVER IT UP! 

The picture on the right is NOT a British resort.. I want to know why not!!
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