Well, my last day of freedom before the humdrummery of work kicks me in the bracket. At least the pain will last only 3 days, then another long weekend.
I woke early, fuckwits rolling home pissed in street kept me awake until the early hours. Felt inspired to fiddle around last night with iTunes, trying to think of a meaningful playlist to herald a brand new chapter in my life. The name? 'Easter 2011'. Fuck me sideways. Need to get my mojo back - and quickly.
Got to Newcastle this morning before the shops opened. Went to Starbucks for a cappuccino (less froth, more coffee next time, please) and sat with the early-morning cauliflower heads who were in there reading the papers. Since when could pensioners afford Starbucks? Moreover, should they not be sipping milky coffee in British Home Stores? Ah, forgot - it's now Primark. Bastards.
After that, did a bit of shopping. Got sick of surly shop assistants asking 'do you want a bag for that?'. Then, went to buy a spade at B & Q. Jesus, the amount of people buying pansies, gravel, wood chippings, etc, etc was just ludicrous. Got to the checkout and threw a total 'hissy fit' - chucked the spade down and flounced out of the store. Total 'Elton John' moment, I am embarrassed to say. Then took myself off to Wickes and bought a spade there (it didn't have their name on it though, so feel rather cheated).
Back home, had crab pate on crusty bread and a raspberry royale from Marksies - heavenly. Then to balance my equilibrium looked at the internet for symptoms of liver and pancreatic cancer. Convinced I will go the same way as the folks did. What does this say about me?
'fuck me sideways' ????? Is that a lezza 'position'?
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