A relaxed weekend. Trekked into tired old bromley on saturday to try and get a monthly saver account opened but they were too busy so I'll have to go up one dinnertime and try to keep it as short as possible (any chance we could skip you trying to sell me life insurance or healthcare insurance that I dont want or need?). There was a man behind me with his shirt open displaying a tttoo on his chest. Fucking hell, does it take much to do your shirt up in a shop/bank? He was in to moan about his loan. So I picked up some pants in the sale from M&S (always get pants and socks from M&S) and went home. Thought I would potter up Crab Hill when I got back and so I did, with my book. Just lay down in the long grass having aread, before putting my book down and staring up. A hawk of some description was flitting from one side of trees to the other. Drifted off to sleep in my lovely tree filled place. There's something very comforting about lying on earth. Finally awoke (not sure how long I was asleep) and wandered off into the woods. I saw some rustling in a small bush as I walked past and a balckbird popped out. He was obviously a little scared by my presence so did a little white poo and flew off rather hurredly. Hope he didn't poo on my account.
Had a wee wander then came back and lounged about a bit, read my book and even though I wasn't tired, my settee swallowed me into the world of the nap. Has a habit of doing this to me, I can lie on it at any point in the day and if I lie there too long the rotton shit will force me to nap. Part of the reason I'mwriting this, I've been lying on my settee for a while and really shouldn't have a nap as I'm not tired (had a fucking amazing nights sleep, spoiled only by a dream about lying on my deathbed *brrrr*)
Decided on a swim today, I was goin gto do a gym session but I though a different bit o fexercise would do me good. And fuck me it knackered me out really quick. I swim pretty fast like (went to Newcastle Road baths swimming club as a young un. Wonder what that place is like now? Was always quite grim with the smell of piss and disinfectant permanently in the air in the changing rooms). Find swimming in lanes a bit annoying, you always have the thing where you go past the person coming the other way and you feel obliged to get as far away as possible, heaven forbis that you may accidantally touch in passing or owt. Enjoyed a go in the jacuzzi afterwards, very pleasant, though a few too many chubby hairy cockney men in it. Even went as far as a steam room session, thankfully no one was in there naked, although there was a fella in tiny speedos. Bit too hot though so left after a few minutes. All in all a very enjoyable swim spoiled only by the unpleasant sight of many a mans pubic thatch and dangling penis. It doesn't take much to pop a towel round.
My new most hated ad is the shit Fiesta one. Foreign waiter fella says to someone sat outside 'is that your car' 'aye' 'I was just wondering what it felt like to drive'. At which point the woman stands up and snogs him and says 'something like that'. I mean the concept is fuck awful and belongs in the 80's to begin with but, haway, a fucking Fiesta? I'm sure it's a very competant car but I doubt it arouses passions like that. Ford have always had shit advertising though, I used to despise the one where the fella painted spots on his face in the office to get the day off work to drive round in his car (I think that may have been for the Fiesta as well). So him and his missus go off on a jaunt then driving down a lane out pops this bloke from a bush with a sinister grin on his face. Who the fuck is he? In he gets and they all piss off in the Fiesta but are looking all naughty at work the next day with their sunburnt faces. That one was just fucking shit, but I always found the fella in the bush rather creepy.
Back to my book....
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