the helmet has been dispatched. couldn't wait any longer so went to the barbers across the road. For once I didn't get the old italian fella with the shakey hands. Got the younger bloke who had a very mumbling cockney way of talking. He spoke quite fast so I couldn't keep up at all. As soon as I sat down he launches into conversation. I picked up about it 'being hot' but then goes on about SAS training school. Didn't know if that was to do with my haircut (5 on top, 1 up the sides) or the heat. Then I picked out 'but I suppose they'd have to do that wouldn't they, sit in hot bars and all that' and gathered he must have been talking about the heat. I made a pathetic, fumbling effort at converstaion by talking about air con. Why doesn't someone create a 'no talking' barbers? I find it really uncomfortable and get terribly flustered as I do when I talk to people I don't really know. The place is really grubby like, hair absolutely everywhere, wouldnt like to take a cup of tea off their hands in there. All the utensils are just dumped in the sink (surely no one gets their hair washed in there......it just can't happen) and the plug hole is full of matted hair. The towels are all old and crusty, can't say I liked having my forehead wiped with one of them, christ only knows when they were last washed.
the two blokes in the waitrose car park ticket booth were discussing blow jobs while sniggering.
A middle-aged woman walking round waitrose with a low cut top on and the most foul breasts partially on display.
A man getting a quite stupid amount of lottery tickets looking slightly guilty for holding up the people with baskets of shopping, and rightly so.
a girl in a pair of horrid adidas hot pants that left so little to the imagination in the way they fitted. Unpleasant.
I've been roped into going to see superman tonight when I really cant be arsed. Initially we were going to see it at the IMAX, which would be cool, but times were all wrong so they are going to Bluewater 9people from work) and assuming I am going too. Don't know how to get out of it, can't be fucked going all the way to Bluewater to see a film I'm not really that arsed about. LEAVE ME ALONE YOU CUNTS.
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