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#totp is mid nineties tonight. I spent this period in pacman mode* so might not recognise many tunes, let's see.

*Pacman used to chase around in a dark maze, to a repetitive electronic soundtrack, eating as many pills as possible
#TOTP
Hehehe ... I'd be amazed if we didn't cross paths at some point during this period 😄
We could have been briefly married for all I can recall of that time 😂
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Same. I only know what happened when according to which job I had and where I was living. Even that's not very reliable. I'll never know how I remained employable during that time.
It's like memento, but I couldn't afford tattoos or post-it's cos I drank, popped and smoked all my cash 😂
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I feel *seen*.
(I did have a rather expensive shoe habit when I was earning real money but still most of it was spaffed up the wall)
First few years out of Uni I was a poor artist not exactly earning much but getting by on a shoestring, with a few cash in hand gigs doing lighting and visual mixing.

It was like a much less posh version of Withnail and I. I was incredibly resourceful back then, the art world is awash with free booze if you know how to get in. Helpfully I had some, ahem, entrepreneurial friends, so other things were not RRP. Didn't buy a loo roll for about 3 years. It was a frugal time but I had a fucking blast.
Oh don't get me wrong - I only started earning real wedge in the last couple of years I was there. The rest was a combo of blagging my way into jobs I was totes unqualified for which had quality perks, a first class degree, and knowing a few people from uni days.
Amazing how far you could get in the 90s with a bit of patter 😂
Yeah, as we discussed previously, I couldn't have done it in Paris but in London I had the nouse and connections to make it work. I'd get invites to private views at the Saatchi gallery cos I shared a studio with someone who worked at an art storage facility they used. I was hobnobbing amongst supermodels, drinking good champagne for free, dressed in charity shop clothes and a decent pair of trainers. The arts are great like that. Dealers and their molls wearing high fashion but the scum making the work come as they are. If you had an invite, no questions, no funny looks. I had my bus fare home and nothing more in my pocket.

As soon as I started earning, first paycheck, hifi. I'm still using it now, currently listening to the Cure album on 30 year old equipment. Buy cheap, buy twice kids.