Quick Blog
A quick blog to kill time while I wait for towels to wash before I go out.
I was supposed to take a train to Bognor last night, but true to form by the time I had it together to go it was too late to catch a train.
So I set my phone to go off at 8 am this morning.
And hit the snooze switch when it went off.
Mum called at 1100 to ask if I was coming down. Since I wanted to be back in time to go to Strength Through Joy, Dad calculated that after travel time I would be in Bognor for about two hours.
So I reluctatantly agreed to go down tomorrow.
I'll set my alarm. Ha Ha fucking Ha.
Still, tonight should be fun.
I'm kitted out in boots, my Motorhead Shirt, my leather jacket and the black combat trousers I bought yesterday. If I had a ministry shirt and a pair of goggles, I would be set.
I decided yesterday that since I couldn't find one of those West German Field Parkas in the Disposal Shop in Walthamstow, if I can't find one on Portobello Rd (five years ago there was a Disposals shop two door up from Cally's old pub) I'll get one in Brisbane and bring it back here. They always had plenty at Sherrys, it was just never cold enough to justify buying one.
At least it wasn't until this year, from what I've heard (snow at sea level? Knee deep hail? What the Fuck?).
Side note: I don't know whether it is all the bag carrying I have been doing lately, or whether it is me using my laptop a lot more, but I have a serious twinge in the upper right hand side of my back again.
Jeez would I murder for some Shiatsu. Some Reiki even.
Couple of weeks ago I walked past a girl in a doorway in Soho who offered me a massage, but I really don't think that she was certified.
Just to gross out Angus, here's a gross story:
Remember me buying those Doc 8 Holes for three and a half pounds?
Anyways, I've been breaking them in, but I made the mistake of wearing them for about two days and walking around a hell of a lot. Hence they gave me severe blisters.
About two days ago I peeled back the bandaid I had put on the blister, to discover... the damn thing was infected.
Naturally, this being England I was afraid that I had MRSA or something.
[How do you get to the bottom of a MRSA infection? In a SubMRSAble! HA HA HA]
So I squirted it with Tea Tree Oil, put a new bandaid on it, and it has been healing okay since.
.
.
.
.
Okay Gus, you can read again.
Other news:
Today I managed to smoke out the entire kitchen cooking eggs for breakfast. But I had Black Pepper, so that was alright.
Can't have fried eggs without Black Pepper.
And eventually the smoke cleared.
Time to go.
Over and out.
J
I was supposed to take a train to Bognor last night, but true to form by the time I had it together to go it was too late to catch a train.
So I set my phone to go off at 8 am this morning.
And hit the snooze switch when it went off.
Mum called at 1100 to ask if I was coming down. Since I wanted to be back in time to go to Strength Through Joy, Dad calculated that after travel time I would be in Bognor for about two hours.
So I reluctatantly agreed to go down tomorrow.
I'll set my alarm. Ha Ha fucking Ha.
Still, tonight should be fun.
I'm kitted out in boots, my Motorhead Shirt, my leather jacket and the black combat trousers I bought yesterday. If I had a ministry shirt and a pair of goggles, I would be set.
I decided yesterday that since I couldn't find one of those West German Field Parkas in the Disposal Shop in Walthamstow, if I can't find one on Portobello Rd (five years ago there was a Disposals shop two door up from Cally's old pub) I'll get one in Brisbane and bring it back here. They always had plenty at Sherrys, it was just never cold enough to justify buying one.
At least it wasn't until this year, from what I've heard (snow at sea level? Knee deep hail? What the Fuck?).
Side note: I don't know whether it is all the bag carrying I have been doing lately, or whether it is me using my laptop a lot more, but I have a serious twinge in the upper right hand side of my back again.
Jeez would I murder for some Shiatsu. Some Reiki even.
Couple of weeks ago I walked past a girl in a doorway in Soho who offered me a massage, but I really don't think that she was certified.
Just to gross out Angus, here's a gross story:
Remember me buying those Doc 8 Holes for three and a half pounds?
Anyways, I've been breaking them in, but I made the mistake of wearing them for about two days and walking around a hell of a lot. Hence they gave me severe blisters.
About two days ago I peeled back the bandaid I had put on the blister, to discover... the damn thing was infected.
Naturally, this being England I was afraid that I had MRSA or something.
[How do you get to the bottom of a MRSA infection? In a SubMRSAble! HA HA HA]
So I squirted it with Tea Tree Oil, put a new bandaid on it, and it has been healing okay since.
.
.
.
.
Okay Gus, you can read again.
Other news:
Today I managed to smoke out the entire kitchen cooking eggs for breakfast. But I had Black Pepper, so that was alright.
Can't have fried eggs without Black Pepper.
And eventually the smoke cleared.
Time to go.
Over and out.
J
posted by the.exile at 7:29 pm
1 Comments:
Yeah... I know how you feel about the whole sleeping in thing... I slept on my couch last night thinking that the whole uncomfortability issue would get me up early without an alarm. But yeah, I finally drag myself up and look at the time; it's 4:15pm! I effing hate sleeping my life away...! Anyway, hopefully you had a more productive day
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